Chapter 46: Magic, from the unknown

The tower said just now was actually a code word - the sentence "You are now in your position" has no verb. On the surface, this is just a colloquial question, requiring the pilot to "inform" the current position of the plane, but if something really happens on the plane and the crew is no longer the original pilot, then the casual answer is definitely not the agreed code word - this means that a hijacking incident occurred.

An Feng certainly doesn't know the code language.

The contact code between the pilot and the tower commander is a private agreement. Each pilot needs to inform the tower of a contact code, which is compiled into a book by the tower staff and replaced once a month. When you need to speak the code, even the tower staff themselves do not remember the agreement between the two parties. You need to call out the code code sheet according to the aircraft number before you can know the authenticity of the code.

Before the "911" incident, not every country was so strict about hijacking. At that time, the only areas that were strictly guarded were the Middle East and flights flying over the North Korean region. After 1993, aircraft flying over the country also began to conduct strict inspections, because within this year, there were ten civil aviation passenger planes in China, and the whole world was stunned.

After the "9/11" incident, strict prevention measures have been expanded to the world, and the air control department is strictly guarding the situation at all times.

As for why the Middle East began to strictly prevent hijacks so early, it stems from... the PLO's unique "armed struggle method".

Since she didn't know at all, An Feng didn't want to answer the question on the tower.

At this time, all the positioning devices on the plane were interfered with by Abdula or closed. As long as An Feng remained silent, the tower could not position it. However, as soon as An Feng opened, the tower would immediately calculate the exact position of An Feng through the triangular position between the two radio base stations.

The tower call continued to be heard from the radio: "Cessna 756, Cessna 756, I am the tower. The tower call Cessna 756. Do you hear it? What is the height? Give me a signal."

The command statements of the tower are very strict, and every sentence must be sound. Because everyone is talking on the same channel, the default statement will cause chaos in the air, and countless pilots do not know who the air control department is talking. If the default statement appears in the call... the pilots understand it.

Although he didn't want to answer, An Feng did not mean to let Abdu stay idle. He looked very panicked and asked nervously: "What is the code word?"

Abdu pulled his head and buzzed - this child knew, this child knew everything. He even knew the code words between pilots! How did he do it?

In an instant, Abdula felt like she was exposed to the other side of her body.

When the tower was calling, Abdula was very much looking forward to An Feng being able to answer the tower's questions casually, but now he knew that this was a luxury.

Does this mean that the child has undergone formal flight training and is not self-taught, so he knows the secrets between pilots.

Who is this kid?

He was dressed in British clothes, dark hair and dark eyes, and spoke fluent Arabic... If he was an Arabian, Abdullah could barely believe it.

Could it be that the other party is a scout of an armed organization?

But what can such a small plane do? There are only two passengers on the plane - themselves.

Before "911", no one thought that the plane was a flight bomb. So Abdula did not think that they would have any impact on hijacking themselves, and the tower obviously thought so. Although their inquiries were stubborn, over and over again, monotonous and boring, there was no panic or nervousness in their tone.

"The sky is blue every day," Abdula replied dryly. He swallowed and explained: "The first sentence must be said, the rest can be freely played... Children, I am a lazy person, and my code words always change around this sentence."

"Oh," An Feng did not answer the tower's questions casually in Abdula's expectation. He let the tower continue to call and asked: "You haven't answered my question yet, where is your temporary airport?"

This should be a professionally trained professional scout, Abdula, speculated privately. This kind of fanaticism and stupidity that has been brainwashed since childhood and is always ready to devote one's career to others' careers cannot be measured by common sense. They do not take other people's lives seriously, and they are ready to "dedicate themselves" at any time.

Such people cannot be angered. Such people are very sensitive. Such people are moody... Abdula suddenly felt a creepy feeling. He dared not deceive him anymore. He honestly told An Feng a latitude and longitude. Then, he felt the plane's smoothly tilt wings began to turn...

"This is a skilled pilot," Abdullah evaluated in his heart.

Abdula, who was tied to the floor, could not see the sky. He could not judge the direction of the plane. He didn't know that the plane would fly over the temporary airport he mentioned after more than ten minutes, and then dived, then pulled up the nose and turned around to fly away. Argyle, who was on the same plane, could see An Feng's actions, but he was silent. No matter what An Feng did, he was not surprised and asked.

The plane made a dive-landing attitude at the temporary airport in Abdula to confuse the direction of the investigation. If the investigators tracked down the temporary airport... then let them deal with smugglers and militants training camps in the temporary airport.

After flying away from the temporary airport, An Feng asked Argyle to turn on the Iridium phone and asked Argyle to say to the phone according to the note: "C1 unit takes off, airdrop location..., one hour."

The phone call was called to the responder, and the responsibility of the responder was to coordinate and command. He did not know who the C1 crew member was, nor did he know the existence of An Feng. He just notified the employed crew members according to the scheduled plan.

Dubai is about 5,000 kilometers away from its destination. The plane needs to add fuel at least twice to reach its destination, and the flight time takes at least 20 hours.

This journey is extremely lonely because it is necessary to avoid radar capture. The entire flight process is in the ultra-low altitude field. Autonomous driving cannot be carried out in this airspace, and manual operations are required throughout the journey.

Argyle in the cabin is a dull gourd. Without An Feng's reminder, he checked Abdula's bungee strap every half an hour, and checked very seriously. However, since the strap is a bungee rope and is elastic, he does not have to loosen and promote blood circulation every once in a while. Just check that the rope is intact. Argyle is very serious about such a boring job, and An Feng is sitting in the flying seat, so tired that he can't support it.

Abdula was already desperate. He kept talking, asking An Feng's origin, persuading An Feng to give up the madness, begging An Feng to forgive his offense, but An Feng was still unheard of it, as if he did not exist. An Feng said he was tired after an hour, and he was extremely nervous and fell into a sleep without realizing it. At this time, the sky was already dark and the ground became blurred. An Feng had to pull up his fuselage slightly, climb to the radar cordon, and difficult to identify the horizon, maintaining a fixed altitude and flying.

No one spoke in the cabin, An Feng began to say to himself: "After the age of ten, physical training will start. Premature physical training will cause joint damage, but when it starts too late, physical potential will decrease... Argyle, what are you going to do next year?"

"Go to school," Argyle replied clumsyly: "I'm going to finish high school."

"What's the matter?"

"I will always be in the army."

It seems that only the army can provide people with complete physical training, while the training performed by athletes is competitive training, which emphasizes explosive power, not murder skills. In Argyle's original life trajectory, it was the army that created all his skills. Now he has plastic surgery again. If this continues, he can really survive in the army and then find a security company to spend the rest of his life.

An Feng hesitated and found it difficult to confirm whether the creation of leaving the army was a kind of encouragement to grow, whether he wanted to play the wheel of history and tease the historical process... But let him go. Argyle is also an independent individual with autonomy, and An Feng has no right to deprive him of the power to decide his own destiny in the name of "for his good".

"Didi", the GPS next to the pilot's seat began to call the alarm. The plane had been flying for three hours and was approaching the first refueling point. At this time, two hours had passed since the airdrop of the C1 unit.

A high-risk and high-skill job when landing in the dark, but one advantage of propeller aircraft is that it can be placed very slowly.

The bumpy plane landed awakened Abdula. At this time, he found himself tightly tied to the plane seat. The cabin door was open, there was a low voice of conversation outside the cabin, and the sound of air compressor refueling.

Why are there no gunfire? You must know that there are more than fifty people stationed in the temporary airport!

In the blink of an eye, Abdula understood: the landing location was not a temporary airport.

I sniffed the air violently and felt that the air was very dry, hot and filled with the hot smell of the Gobi Desert at night. Abdu came to speculate that the landing location was about another Gobi, which should be not far from Dubai, because there was a trace of fishy smell of the sea in the wind.

Abdula pulled the sun to look at the porthole, and saw that the sun visor of the porthole had been lowered. The entire cabin was black and the entire environment was black and there was no light around. Abdula couldn't even see where his shoulders were. He could only hear the whistling wind outside the window. Occasionally, there were two people talking, one was buzzing, one was Argyle, and the other was... Abdula pulled his own voice.

Well, Abdula already knows now: An Feng, among the two children, is good at ventriloquy and is good at imitating various accents. He doesn't know when his voice is imitated vividly - he doesn't know that that voice really belongs to Abdula himself.

An Feng's vocal cords have not matured. Even if he imitates vividly, his voice frequency cannot be changed. As long as the airport tower determines that something happened to the plane, his voice frequency will be recorded. How could An Feng leave this flaw?

After arriving in the UK, An Feng obtained two and a half months of preparation. During this period, he compiled and restored a audio software that appeared in later generations. It was originally a telephone funny software that could imitate various background sounds on the phone and convert his voice into any celebrity accent on the spot. In the upgraded version of this software, as long as you record a few words from anyone, you can imitate the accent of the speaker based on the audio and sound quality of the words - this is a military-grade spyware.

This technology has not yet appeared. Due to the current computer technology, An Feng does not intend to spread for the time being. In this way, even if the airport tower records the final conversation of "Cessna 756", he would not have thought that it was another person talking.

In fact, sometimes people feel magical just because they don’t understand it.

Abdula didn't understand this new technology. He was suffering in the dark night, sweating like a slurry, feeling anxious, feeling anxious... thirsty.

I don't know how long it took, the conversation outside the cabin stopped, and the footsteps gradually approached the cabin door, and a sequential sound rang out, but in the darkness, Abdula saw that nothing had come in. Then he heard the sliding sound of the cabin door, Abdula quickly licked his lips and shouted with difficulty: "Is anyone? Children, will you come? Turn on the light and please."

A glow stick lit up, and in the green light, An Feng crawled towards the driver's seat, and Argyle came over to check the binding rope. Abdula quickly interrupted: "Children, are you going to take off again? No, this is too dangerous. Take off in the desert in the dark night, this is suicide. I think we should wait for dawn, wait for dawn..."

Perhaps it was too lonely, An Feng actually responded to Abdula's words: "Our plane speed is too low. Once the search team is sent out, they will set the search range according to our speed. If we just want to hide, we may be able to hide for a few days, but our journey is not over. When we fly into the air, we may encounter the search team in the air.

So, no matter how dangerous we are, we must fly out of the search range, only in this way can we be safe..."

"I don't understand..." Abdula twisted his body and asked, "Children, you seem to be flying far away. I don't understand why you are hijacking in Dubai. Can't you find a plane nearby to hijack it? Why is it Dubai and why is it me? Since you think the plane is slow, you can choose a better plane, why is it me?"

Abdula's voice was already crying. He felt that he was unlucky enough. He just wanted to rob a child, but was robbed by the child. Moreover, judging from the current situation, he could not save the plane, and maybe even his life could not be guaranteed.

"I'm thirsty...water, please give me some water." Abdula moaned.

It seemed that no one could hear his voice in the cabin. Argyle sat next to Abdula, obediently like an ordinary passenger. An Feng returned to the driver's seat, turned on the switches one by one, and started to start the plane. The plane slowly moved and flew faster and faster. After a slight bump, the plane jumped on the ground and left the ground slightly. An Feng pushed the joystick violently, and the plane accelerated instantly. The engine roared with extreme transfer, jumped slightly again, and then jumped into the air.

"Excellent", Abdula naughtyly said: "The most difficult jump takeoff for propeller aircraft is suitable for forcing the airplane to take off on bumpy roads. It is very smooth and skillful. This is a veteran. No, it is difficult for veterans to do it, but you are only ten years old."

"Nine years old", An Feng corrected.

"No, I don't want to know, let me go..." Abdula said weakly: "I don't know anything, I just want to be alive?"

"Stop teasing! You can't see the situation clearly, and now it's the same. If you worked together from the beginning, maybe we still have discussions, but now... do you think it's possible?" An Feng said calmly as if he was evaluating a movie he had just watched: "Be realistic. I don't believe you, I can't believe you, so... let's do it."

Abdu opened his mouth, and he felt that his lips were stuck and could not be opened. The intense thirst made it difficult for him to concentrate, and he fell into a coma in a drowsy manner.

Twelve hours later, after two refuelings, the plane landed in a desert.

No, strictly speaking, the plane did not "land in the desert", but was stuck in the sand pile, and the entire plane was in a abandoned state. An Feng placed Abdula, who was unconscious due to thirst, on the plane seat, and then destroyed the plane's navigation device and communication device, creating the illusion of circuit combustion and damage, and then carefully cleaned the plane, erased all fingerprints on the plane and possible traces of existence. Then he left the plane.

The plane landed near the third airdrop area, about 120 kilometers away from its destination.

This is the second night.

The third airdrop area is throwing an airship.

This is a small soft airship, with a length of only seventeen meters and a helium inside. The pod is very narrow, only 2.8 meters long, 1.6 meters wide, and 1.5 meters high... Well, this is a two-person flight attendant airship specially built for children. Adults cannot stand upright when they enter, but children can move freely.

Of course, Argyle could only sit inside.

The aircraft airdropped two large boxes. Argyle and An Feng opened the box, spread the airship's hull on the sand dunes, and then began to open another box to inflate the hull. After inflating, the compression bottles that were loaded with the hull and the wooden boxes for the compression tank were carefully collected and placed on the airdrop claws under the pod.

After the two-hour inflatable process, the airship swayed and took off. An Feng first flew into the desert for a distance, discarded some empty tanks and waste along the way, and found the fourth airdrop point. At this airdrop point, the airdrop materials were diesel, replenished helium tanks, explosives, weapons, and related materials...

The load capacity of the airship is 2 tons. When the sun rises, the gas in the airship expands, and the maximum load capacity reaches 3 tons.

During the long day, An Feng and Argyle drove slowly flying airships, wandering around the desert, like normal tourists, and actually he was collecting supplies from various airdrop points. During this period, Argyle never asked why, but he had to take care of all the heavy physical work.
Chapter completed!