In an empty dangerous goods warehouse at the Yamsk ballistic missile test site, Director Nenanbona was held along with other Boeing 747 passengers.

This vacant dangerous goods warehouse is airtight, and the only door connecting with the outside world is an explosion-proof type.

The crew was held in solitary confinement.

The director, Nenan Bona, was lying on all fours on the concrete floor, half of his face swollen high.

In normal times, Director Nenan Bona is not to mention injured, even if he stumbles while walking, there will be a lot of people around him to ask for warmth.

It's a pity that no one dares to move around now.

Their hands were bound with plastic ropes, their mouths were covered with duct tape to prevent collusion, and each stood in front of a soldier armed with an assault rifle who looked at them with angry eyes.

Even if they even made eye contact, they would be roughly kicked by the soldiers.

Two interrogation offices were also temporarily set up in the large sealed warehouse.

The interrogation office was less than twenty meters away from the detainees, and they could not hear what the soldiers were asking with their faces. But they could hear the heart-rending screams of the two men who were brought in.

Ten minutes later, the first two were carried back by the soldiers.

The two men were dressed in intact clothes, and there were no scars on their faces and arms, but the expressions on their faces were like survivors who had just waded through a minefield.

The two soldiers scanned the crowd with their eyes, and those who were skimmed by their gaze shivered like quails.

Two more reporters were set up and then rudely taped from their mouths.

"Let me go, I'm a journalist, you've broken the law. ”

"I am an American and I am asking to contact the embassy and my company. ”

"Ah~ Help, what do you want to do?"

When the two men were dragged out and thrown to the ground, the soldiers came to the head of the bureau, Nenanbona.

Through interrogation, they already know who is the protagonist in this Boeing 747.

When the director of the bureau, Nenan Bona, was put into the interrogation room, the interrogator had already been replaced by the current lieutenant from a lieutenant just now.

Without saying a word, the interrogator was flipping through the papers in front of his desk.

The documents were all confiscated from the plane, along with their passports, work permits, and press cards. After checking the documents through the channels on the Russian side, it was found that none of them were suspicious.

The officer clutched the passport of the director, Nenanbona, and his eyes moved back and forth between him and his papers. Although Nenanbona's face was smashed with the butt of a rifle and swollen badly, he could still tell that he was indeed the person in the photo.

The interrogator asked in English, "Name." ”

"Adeline Nenanbona. The director, who was pressed to his seat, looked up and said hoarsely.

"The purpose of coming here. ”

"Hehe~" Director Nenan Bona smiled coldly, I don't know if it was a hard mouth, or from the other party's attitude, he found out that his identity had been found out by them, so he had no fear.

"Let's get straight to the point, you went to great lengths to hijack this plane to Russia, what is the purpose of it? ”

"Mr. Director, I should ask you this question. The interrogator pinched his eyebrows vigorously and hesitated slightly, "Before we begin our conversation, you will have to answer the following questions. ”

"If you can answer correctly, we will give you the treatment you deserve. ”

"Just ask. ”

"In 2011, when you were still the director of the New Jersey Social Assistance Bureau, did you ever come to our Russia?"

"Of course~" It was the first time that Director Nenanbona set foot in Russia, he nodded, and said without thinking: "At that time, I was not only the director of the Relief Bureau, but also a member of the United Nations Economic and Social Council, mainly responsible for the social health security work in the member states. ”

The interrogator looked at a document in front of him and asked, "The time of the visit to Russia, and the list of other personnel." ”

"It was November, and I can't recall the exact date. I am accompanied by one of you, the Russian Councillor, Miss Daria, the Deputy Secretary-General of the World Tourism Organization, Mr. Lifay, and two other liaisons......"

"When you arrived in Russia, did the Russian councillor, Miss Darya, invite you to her house?"

"Yes. ”

"Can you recall the decoration and layout of his house?" the interrogator flipped to the page in front of him.

Even if he had already relied on his passport, work permit, and his own appearance, it could be proved that the injured man in front of him was the director of the U.S. Social Security Administration himself.

But his identity can only make the whole thing even more confusing and full of conspiracy.

A dignified director of the U.S. Social Security Administration, visiting those small countries, the other party has to be solemnly received by the whole country.

Suddenly, he flew an "invisible" Boeing 747 to Russia's most heavily guarded ballistic missile test base.

This matter is important, and it must be 100% verified, he is really the director of the bureau Nenan Bona.

The director, Nenan Bona, rubbed half of his swollen cheek and began to recall as many details as he could from the visit.

When he visited Russia with the United Nations, there was no news coverage in the first place. Miss Daria, the beautiful Russian director, invited him home alone.

The more these non-public details are answered, the more he will be able to take the initiative.

"One last question. ”

"Where did you and Miss Daria go the night before parting, and what happened. ”

"This ......," said Director Nenan Bona, with a hesitant expression.

……

The interrogator closed the file.

After careful questioning, he has fully identified the identity of the director, Nenanbona.

The director, Nenanbona, was loosened from all restraints, and he was given clean clothes, and two military doctors in white coats and carrying medicine boxes came over to clean the wounds on his face.

After a simple bandage, the director of the bureau, Nenan Bona, was "invited" to a military vehicle.

The director, Nenanbona, didn't know where he was going, but through the car window, he could see a ten-meter post on both sides of the road, and helicopters with searchlights flying overhead from time to time.

"Do you know who they're looking for?" said the interrogator sitting next to him, looking out the window.

The latter shook his head, and the interrogator casually pointed to a nearby helicopter, "They're looking for those two pilots on the Boeing 747." ”

"We searched the entire plane, but we never found the whereabouts of the pilot. ”

"The pilot is missing?" said Director Nenan Boehner, who was shocked.

As the plane landed, he was thrown into the cabin in a sloppy manner, and when he had recovered a little, he was greeted by a cold butt of a gun.

When he opened his eyes again, he was locked up in a sealed warehouse, and he had no idea what had happened during that time.

Immediately, Director Nenan Bona sneered.

Who are they putting up such a big battle for, for the news media, or for the US authorities?

The plane was able to land in Russia, wasn't it a conspiracy staged by them and the two pilots?

Now the pilot is "missing".

Hehe~

Within ten minutes of the plane's landing, the Russian heavy troops surrounded it, and even if the two pilots had wings, they would not want to fly out of their search circle.

What an intriguing "disappearance".

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