Chapter Eighty-Four: Hey, We're Meeting Again

"What Iron Man? Lieutenant Colonel Walker, what the hell is going on? ”

Lieutenant Colonel Walker said: "Really, General, I didn't lie to you! I saw a man wrapped in metal armor come out of the cargo hold of the Airbus A380, he was hanging a steel cable, and he was still slowly descending, crazy, he must be crazy, this is 10,000 meters in the air! He is now approaching the fuselage of the A350. Oh my God, what is he doing, incredible, incredible, is he Spider-Man? He actually opened the door of the A350, he went in, he went in......"

Lieutenant Colonel Walker's voice echoed in the command center, and most of the people in the command center looked at each other in disbelief.

Admiral Alfred hurriedly motioned to the flight commander to contact the other pilots, and soon, the results came out, and the replies of all the pilots were basically the same as Lieutenant Colonel Walker's.

At this time, Admiral Alfred was also entangled, and hurriedly turned around and asked Sarkozy: "Mr. President, do you see?"

Sarkozy mused: "Ensuring the safety of the hostages is the first priority, and no more dead people can be killed!"

So far, the attacks at the air show have killed more than thirty people and injured more than a hundred.

What made Sarkozy angry was that a reporter filmed a video of terrorists shooting at the air show audience at the scene of the terrorist attack, and uploaded it to the Internet, causing a sensation throughout Shijie. Soon after, it was discovered that the terrorists were wearing combat uniforms with the emblem of the French National Gendarmerie (GIGN), and doubts were raised.

The French Ministry of the Interior had to hold an urgent press conference to say that the terrorists posed as French gendarmerie troops and entered the air show site, which was a completely premeditated terrorist attack.

Even so, the French people are very dissatisfied with the French government's poor performance in the security of this air show, and the most incredible thing is that the terrorists actually kidnapped a group of hostages, easily boarded Airbus's new generation passenger plane A350 and escaped.

Compared with the outstanding performance of the Chinese in the previous hijacking incident, the French police were even more embarrassed.

France's interior minister is already preparing to draft a resignation report, and if the hostages are allowed to die, Sarkozy himself could face impeachment from the National Assembly.

Admiral Alfred naturally understood the seriousness of the situation, and nodded: "I understand!"

He walked up to the flight commander, picked up his headset and said to Lieutenant Colonel Walker, "Lieutenant Colonel Walker, I am Alfred, and now I order you to keep an eye on it, and not to act rashly or show any hostile behavior. ”

"Understood! General!"

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Chen Xin stretched his body as much as he could, and the appearance of the "Little Butterfly" armor began to automatically adjust slightly to adapt to the flow of high-altitude and high-speed gases.

His stiff body gradually relaxed, from the initial nervousness to the current gradual adaptation, he gradually liked the feeling of hanging in the air, which is much more exciting than other extreme sports such as bungee climbing.

Under the blowing of the wind, the two steel cables hung the "Little Butterfly" armor and the A380 fuselage at an almost 45-degree angle, Chen Xin was like an upside-down kite, firmly dragging under the Airbus A380.

At this time, the altitude difference between the two planes is also close to the limit, for this kind of large aircraft, if you get closer, the air flow of each other will form a strong interference, and even the steel hammer does not dare to guarantee whether the two planes will collide.

Fortunately, the two steel cables were long enough, and the whole descent lasted for more than a minute, and under the control of the steel hammer, Chen Xin slowly landed at the junction of the wing and fuselage of the Airbus A350.

There are four emergency escape exits on the left and right of the Airbus A350, and not far from Chen Xin is the third hatch in the middle of the aircraft.

Chen Xin lay on the fuselage, and the palms and soles of the "Little Butterfly" armor quickly bonded with the A350's body, firmly adsorbing him to the surface of the body like a gecko.

Chen Xin's two hands took turns to absorb the fuselage and slowly moved towards the hatch.

In the cabin, Yang Jing, who was sitting in the porthole, pushed Ling Wei's arm and quietly pointed outside the cabin.

Ling Wei was stunned, she thought that Yang Jing was referring to the French Air Force fighter jet flying in formation not far from the Airbus A350.

Ling Wei raised her head and followed Yang Jing's gaze, her eyes suddenly widened, she almost exclaimed, and hurriedly covered her mouth with her hand.

I saw a figure in glossy black armor firmly glued to the outer wall of the fuselage like a gecko, slowly moving towards the hatch!

"What are you doing?"

The terrorists in charge of monitoring the hostages noticed the strangeness of Ling Wei and Yang Jing, and one of them even walked towards them with a submachine gun on his shoulder.

At this moment, there was a loud "bang"!

The door of the A350 popped up at an altitude of 10,000 meters, and under the control of the program that came with the "Little Butterfly", Chen Xin turned over and rushed forward, and the steel cable instantly separated from the Little Butterfly armor, and Chen Xin suddenly turned into the Airbus A350 cabin, and the door was automatically closed.

Although it was only less than a second, the moment the door opened, the influx of air still caused a certain amount of chaos in the cabin.

The hostages screamed in horror.

"Steel!

When the terrorists in charge of guarding the hostages were still stunned, Chen Xin had already burst into their midst, and in just two or three seconds, Chen Xin relied on the strong melee ability of the "Little Butterfly" armor to put the four terrorists to the ground.

However, Chen Xin did not kill them for the time being, except for one who was broken by him, and the rest were knocked out by him.

The chaotic air flow made the white woman who was talking to the strong man at the cockpit door look greatly changed, and just wanted to go to the rear cabin to check the situation, but before she could take the first step, she suddenly rolled her eyes and fainted to the ground. The strong man behind her was still stunned, but he suddenly trembled and quickly fell to the ground.

Almost instantly, all the terrorists in the cabin, including the pilot, were unconscious and incapacitated.

The hostages looked in horror at the armored man in front of them like a divine soldier descending from the sky, and one by one they shrank in their positions and did not dare to move.

A little white boy about five or six years old looked at him curiously, and immediately turned to his mother, who was holding him in his arms, and said, "Mom, Iron Man has come to save us!"

Chen Xin looked down at the little boy and said, "Boy, I'm not Iron Man!"

As he spoke, he looked up at the people in the cabin and said, "Listen, this plane has been taken over by the Saturn community, and now everyone is not allowed to move in their own places, remember, you are now my hostage, but you can rest assured, as long as you reach your destination, you can naturally leave safely." ”

Chen Xin's words were relayed by the Little Butterfly Battle Armor in standard English and French.

Qiao Ting was placed under house arrest in the first class cabin by a person, and just when she was still worried about what happened to her, the plane suddenly began to shake violently, and a gust of wind blew in the cabin.

The white man who was in charge of monitoring her was just about to get up to inquire about the situation, when he suddenly foamed at the mouth and collapsed to the ground.

Qiao Ting was stunned, this scene made her feel a little familiar.

At this moment, a familiar voice came from behind her: "Hey, Miss Qiao, we meet again." ”

Qiao Ting turned her head and said in surprise: "It's you!"

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