Chapter 1201 Inadvertently planting willows and willows
"We tracked one of the planes!"
Michelle's good news is a little hard to react to.
Qin Fei could hardly believe what he heard.
After all, Kawasaki Ryuichi personally came to the scene to direct. This guy with a superior IQ actually made such a low-level mistake under Fan Tianlong's careful arrangements?
This can not but be said to be a surprising and strange thing.
"Are you telling the truth?! Which plane is it!?"
Qin Fei was sitting on the ground, but when he heard Michelle's news, he almost jumped up.
"It's one of the Li-PG passenger and cargo planes," Michelle said.
Mist turned around and looked at Qin Fei in surprise. He suddenly screamed: "Qin! It's the one you shot!"
"Crashed?" Qin Fei couldn't help but feel worried.
I shot the transport plane here because it was deserted, but once the plane flies away from here, many things will become uncertain.
If it falls in a populated area, it will inevitably cause casualties, and he will become an indirect murderer.
"No, that plane landed normally." Michelle said, "In order to track these six planes, we took off an E-C early warning aircraft from the Jeddah Air Force Base in S country and let it fly over the entire Gulf of Aden.
We scanned the hinterland of central Africa, but found nothing. But just ten minutes ago, one of our agents in the Democratic Republic of the Congo sent back information saying that a plane had landed at a local airstrip, but there was no fuel there.
So someone paid a lot of money to find a local tanker truck that could refuel that plane. According to the photos he took, it was the Lee-PG transport plane that once landed here."
"Landed in the Democratic Republic of the Congo?" Qin Fei was confused.
The reason why it is puzzling is that the Li-PG transport aircraft has a range of up to 650 kilometers. It is said that it will never land in a place close to Somalia like the Democratic Republic of the Congo.
Even if you deliberately land early to avoid aerial surveillance, you will not need to find refueling trucks and aviation fuel locally. After all, the current situation in the Democratic Republic of the Congo is not stable, and it is not easy to find a truck of aviation fuel for aircraft use there.
An easy thing.
"Qin, I think you really hit its fuel tank. Although you didn't shoot it down, you did cause an oil leak." Mist immediately saw the truth of the matter: "So they flew over the Democratic Republic of the Congo and discovered their fuel gauge.
It had fallen too hard and was forced to land locally."
"It makes sense." Qin Fei touched his chin and couldn't help but smile.
This was simply unintentional. My three hopeless shots actually caused a Li-PG transport plane to disrupt its original flight route.
It is precisely because of this that the flaw was revealed.
If he had not fired those three shots, the aircraft might have been able to effectively avoid MI17's aerial reconnaissance according to the pre-customized flight path and disappear into the vast sky.
"Major! This is the only clue!" Qin Fei knew that this might be the only clue that he and MI17 could use to track the storage point of the batch of XS gel explosives.
Once you track one box, you can track the other five boxes!
"We must seize this opportunity!"
"Don't worry, I have ordered our people to install a tracker on that plane no matter what, so that no matter where it flies, it cannot escape our surveillance." Michelle said, "In addition, our people have already
We disguise ourselves as local oil dealers and provide them with fuel. We can take this opportunity to adjust the flight direction of the EC- and let it focus on the Li-PG."
"good!"
Seeing hope, Qin Fei suddenly became energetic.
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The Democratic Republic of the Congo is located near the northern border area and in a small town adjacent to the city of Bangui in Central Africa.
Osbelev hurriedly walked down from the plane. He had just checked the oil pipe at the nose of the plane, because that was the place where the oil lines of the entire plane were most likely to deteriorate. He thought it was an old transport plane that had been around for some time.
There was insufficient fuel due to oil leakage due to malfunction.
Before departure, Osbelev and Yakov discovered that the pipes under the nose were somewhat aged while performing pre-maintenance on the aircraft, but there was no oil leakage. In the end, they did not replace the oil pipes with new ones.
This is not to save money.
After all, the reward for this flight was very generous, enough for the two of them to live a luxurious life.
However, due to the tight schedule of the scheduled flight, the airport maintenance department responsible for maintenance and inspection happened to have no ready-made fuel pipes for the Li-PG aircraft.
This type of aircraft has been grounded for a long time, and there is no other way to replace the parts other than customizing and dismantling the old ones and replacing them with new ones, so it will take a week.
However, the mission was scheduled to take place in three days, and there was no way to make it in time.
Osbelev didn't want to lose this business. This was the biggest deal he had ever taken on in his life.
Therefore, the pilot made the final decision - to hide it from his employer and just say that the plane was in good condition and that it would not be a problem to fly tens of thousands of kilometers.
Now that the oil level was dropping rapidly, Osbelev knew that there was an oil leak, and the first thing he suspected was that part.
After some inspection, he found that he had made a mistake.
The oil pipe at the bottom of the machine head has no damage at all. It can be said to be almost intact. Although it is a bit old, it still looks very strong and durable.
This left him a little confused.
"Yakov! That's weird, there's nothing wrong with the oil line!"
He shouted at Yakov who was standing under the plane: "Go to the fuel tank and see if there is any hole?"
The oil pipes on the oil line are now intact, and the only thing that can be suspected is the oil tank.
The fuel tank had been inspected before and there was nothing wrong with it. Apart from being a little old, it was still very solid.
Yakov took off his flight hat and wiped the tip of his sweating nose - it was too hot here, the two of them were wearing flight suits, and they felt like they were about to faint under the strong sunlight.
Maozi is not afraid of cold, but he is afraid of heat.
After reaching the mailbox, Yakov approached and smelled the smell of fuel.
However, his nose has always been bad. He drank too much vodka and smoked too many low-quality cigarettes. He even wondered if he smelled the wrong smell.
After rubbing his nose hard with his hand, Yakov came under the tail of the plane. Before he could raise his head, a drop of pungent liquid fell on his forehead.
Stretching out his hand, Yakov touched the place where the liquid dripped and touched something slightly greasy.
He retracted his hand and put it under his nostrils to smell it. He was stunned.
Looking up, three neat bullet holes were scattered in a square shape in front of the aircraft's tail, near the wing, which happened to be where the mailbox was.
There are several wet marks on the outer skin of the transport plane, which are traces left by oil leakage.
"Hey! I found the oil leak!"
Yakov narrowed his eyes and circled the plane's fuel tank twice, like a proud child.
"What?"
"Fuel tank! There's an oil leak!" Yakov repeated his previous words, deliberately emphasizing his tone. (To be continued)