Chapter 907: Chapter 881:
The people inside the cabin stared in shock at these five burly men, their hands holding black pistols, leaving everyone stunned. Some women and children were so frightened they burst into tears, causing some chaos in the economy class. The flight attendants hurriedly rushed over but were quickly subdued by the five men. The long-haired man with curls walked over, herding all six flight attendants into the economy class, then controlling them in the rear storage area.
The leading white man directly pushed open the cockpit door, walked in, and said with a smile, "Oh, sorry, gentlemen, for disturbing your flight. However, I’m sorry to inform you that this plane is now under my control!"
The two pilots looked at this unexpected man in astonishment, somewhat bewildered, and the pilot hurriedly asked, "Who...who are you, and what do you want!"
"You’re really an idiot!" the white man stepped forward and slapped the pilot hard across the face, laughing, "Don’t you know I’m here to hijack the plane? As I said, from now on, this plane is under my control. Do you understand now?"
With a slap, the pilot’s face was swollen, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. This plane belongs to Myanmar Airlines. The crew members are all native Myanmar locals. The two pilots looked frail and were no match for the white man in front of them, especially since he had a gun. The pilots dared not act rashly.
The white man looked at the co-pilot with a smile and asked, "Do you understand what I mean?"
"Yes, yes!" The co-pilot didn’t want to be beaten; the plane belongs to the country, the money is also the country’s, but one’s life is one’s own. Only by obeying the orders could he have a chance to save his life.
"Alright, explain what I mean!" The white man toyed with his gun and then said with a smile, "Remember, I used to be a pilot too. To me, your existence is dispensable!"
The two pilots exchanged glances and were dumbfounded; the other party was warning them. If they provoked him, they would surely face life or death threats. Since the other party could fly the plane, they were just extra. Thinking of this, the pilots turned even paler with fear and nodded repeatedly, saying, "Yes, yes, we will definitely follow your orders!"
"That’s more like it, now immediately contact the UK London Airbase and tell them we’re borrowing this plane!" The man said cheerfully.
"Yes, yes!" the pilot nodded hurriedly.
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The cries and chaos inside the cabin awakened the people in the economy class, naturally including Ye Chen. Ye Chen had just fallen asleep when he heard the commotion coming from behind. He rubbed his sleepy eyes, glanced around, and didn’t notice anything unusual. He turned his head to look toward the economy class behind him and saw five men holding guns controlling the economy class.
The first reaction in Ye Chen’s mind was encountering hijacking terrorists. Just as he was about to get up to subdue those five guys, a soft voice next to him said, "Ye Chen, is it that in your eyes, there are only others, and never me?"
Ye Chen was startled; this voice was very familiar. He hurriedly turned his head and saw a very familiar face, but in those few seconds, he couldn’t recall her name. Ye Chen looked at her in shock and said, "It’s... it’s you..."
"Didn’t expect it to be me?" Morris showed a faint smile.
"Shh, don’t make noise; it’s dangerous; there’s a hijacking!" Ye Chen quickly pressed Morris down and said, "Just sit here quietly; you no longer have your power, leave everything to me!"
Morris was startled, feeling a slight touch of warmth but then recalled how Ye Chen had once disregarded her feelings and forcibly deprived her of her powers, which filled her with immense pain. Such tremendous agony and humiliation were irreparable, so while Morris nodded on the surface, her inner world was planning revenge. Revenge was the only thought in her mind. She nodded, "Then...what are you going to do?!"
"You watch the guy in the cockpit for me, I’ll take care of the five in the economy class!" Ye Chen said hurriedly.
"But...there are five people in the economy class; how will you manage?" Morris was stunned, quickly saying, "Besides, they may have planted bombs on the plane. If you anger them, wouldn’t that drag everyone on this plane into it?"
"What else can we do? We can’t just let them succeed easily," Ye Chen frowned.
"Listen to me!" Morris urged, "Let’s first see what they want to do. I don’t believe they hijacked a large plane like this just for money. They must have another purpose!"
"Then... what’s their purpose?!" Ye Chen asked hurriedly.
"I heard the UK foreign minister, Mr. Slater, is on the plane!" Morris pointed to a blonde, balding man in the front seat, who was anxiously looking around, probably already suspecting something ominous.
Ye Chen looked at Morris in confusion and then asked, "Strange, why would Slater go to Myanmar?"
"It’s said to be a secret visit to Myanmar. Probably wanting to set up in Southeast Asia!" Morris smiled faintly. Ye Chen’s inner doubts deepened, but he nodded, "Well, let’s see what they want to do, so we’re not worrying here without reason!"
"Mm!" Morris nodded.
At this moment, the man who entered the cockpit came out, his eyes first looking towards Morris, while Morris gave him a few signals. The man looked at Ye Chen puzzled, then headed over to the economy class. The crew and passengers in the economy class were mostly under control. Soon, the white man, along with two Blackies, moved from economy class to first class and continued controlling there.
The first-class passengers appeared quite calm, and upon learning the plane was under control, they leaned back in their seats and raised their hands in surrender. The white man displayed a calm smile and slowly walked to the front row of seats and stopped beside Mr. Slater, saying, "Mr. Slater, Afghanistan welcomes you!"
"You... who are you, and what do you want!" Slater looked like a frightened rabbit.
"Of course, it’s to invite Mr. Slater to Afghanistan for a visit!" the white man chuckled.
"No, I don’t want to go!" Slater shook his head hurriedly.
"Haha, you have no choice!" the white man laughed heartily. Slater showed panicked eyes full of fear, and seeing Slater so terrified, the white man became increasingly fearless and laughed excitedly, "Mr. Slater, rest assured, you will be fine until your government’s conditions are met!"
Ye Chen frowned, "This guy is indeed cunning. He intends to tear up the deal once satisfied!"
"That’s terrorists for you!" Morris sighed.
"May God fulfill his wish!" Ye Chen sneered.
The pilot contacted London, and the white man strode into the cockpit, then communicated with the airport side. Upon learning the plane was hijacked, the airport immediately notified the police and the UK government. Prime Minister Blair learned of the news, hastily ending his alma mater speech and urgently heading to the airport to negotiate personally with the white man.
"Who are you, and why did you kidnap Slater!" Blair questioned coldly.
"Oh, it’s the Prime Minister!" the white man laughed, "I’m inviting Mr. Slater to visit our base as a guest. Surely you won’t stop us?"
"Outrageous, you’ve gone too far!" Blair said angrily.
"How is that outrageous?" the white man laughed, "I’m offering a friendly invitation, please don’t misjudge my intentions!"
"State your conditions!" Blair had to soften his stance, as there were hundreds of British lives at stake on the plane. If the other side was angered, the consequences would be unimaginable. Blair had no choice but to try to meet the demands as much as possible.
The white man smirked slightly; Blair couldn’t see his expression over the phone as the white man revealed a satisfied smile. Blair had taken a step back, so the man had ways to make him concede further. He smiled faintly, "I have only three conditions: first, release our base’s Task No. 3 Zakat; second, withdraw troops from Afghanistan immediately; third, give us 100 million euros. Lacking any one of these three conditions is unacceptable!"
"The first and third are possible, but the second one might not be doable!" Blair said reluctantly, "You understand, our troops are under United States’ orders, so I think hijacking a United States plane would be more effective than hijacking a British one!"
"It’s not for you to say no now; whether you agree or not, you must agree!" The white man put down the handset, then turned to a Blacky and said, "Go get Slater in here!"
"Yes!" Blacky carrying a rifle dashed out, then single-handedly dragged the tall and strong Slater into the cockpit as if he were a small chick, while Slater was pleading and weeping, "No, don’t kill me, please don’t kill me!"