The whole cabin was in chaos, screaming and crying mixed together, until two terrorists walked along the left and right aisles, pointed their guns at each other, and shouted in English over and over again: "Get down, hold your head!"

If they encounter the slightest disobedience, the terrorists immediately point their guns at each other, and the cabin gradually quieted down, and only the sobs of some ladies could be faintly heard.

When Chen Xin raised his head, a terrorist with a hood was walking in the direction of the passage, and when he came into contact with Chen Xin's gaze, the other party waved the weapon in his hand, pointed the muzzle of the gun at Chen Xin, and said a bird language in a vicious voice: "Get down!"

Chen Xin hurriedly hugged his head and lay down.

However, at this moment, the glasses matched with the "Little Butterfly" individual armor had locked the weapon in his hand, and a short paragraph of text popped up next to it, marking the weapon model: PK-9 submachine gun, firing 9*19mm pistol cartridges, produced by Pakistan's POF Arsenal, is an imitation of the MP-5 submachine gun of the German H&K company, mainly equipped with the Pakistan Police Force and anti-terrorist forces.

Given the chaos of Pakistan's fight against terrorism, it is not surprising that such weapons have fallen into the hands of terrorists.

The "Little Butterfly" automatically judged that the threat level of the weapon was 18, which is a low-threat weapon on a 100-point scale, and once the Little Butterfly armor is activated, the PK-9 will not be able to penetrate it at all.

However, there is no point in this calculation, Chen Xin is now on the plane, if the plane is finished, the little butterfly will not be able to withstand it.

Chen Xin felt that he was unlucky, and finally returned to China in a dignified manner, but he didn't expect to encounter a rare hijacking plane without dying, and this time it was a real hijacking.

At this time, the steel hammer that was originally worn on Chen Xin's wrist to show the image of a watch fell off his wrist silently, and disappeared under the seat with a puff of smoke.

Qiao Ting, who was sitting next to Chen Xin, didn't notice anything at all.

Soon, the entire plane was under the control of the steel hammer, and the images of each cabin in the plane were projected onto Chen Xin's retina.

The Airbus A330 passenger plane that Chen Xin is flying is a large wide-body passenger aircraft with two aisles and two engines, mainly used for intercontinental flights, and is the longest-range twin-engine passenger aircraft of Airbus, and currently occupies a dominant position in the mid-level twin-engine passenger aircraft market in the competition with the Boeing 767.

By this time, the pilot had locked the cockpit door to the passenger cabin, and two terrorists were trying to open the door to the cockpit, with one terrorist patrolling in first class and one in business class.

The flight attendants have been driven by terrorists to the flight attendants' lounge, where two terrorists are watching at gunpoint. One of them saw the appearance of the flight attendant, and actually directly ripped off the clothes of one of the flight attendants and pressed them to the ground and dried them, while another terrorist stood aside with a gun to monitor, and the other flight attendants shrank aside in horror and grief.

There are two cabins in the economy class, with four terrorists distributed, Chen Xin sits in a cabin on the side of Zuihou, and the two terrorists walk back and forth in the passages on both sides, if anyone is a little disobedient or cries a little louder, the other party will immediately smash the butt of a gun.

The steel hammer kept projecting images from all angles of the cabin onto Chen Xin's glasses, and even the two terrorists who had so far been hidden among the passengers were pulled out by it.

However, it was not these terrorists that interested Chen Xin, but Qiao Ting beside him. At this time, the other party was quietly communicating with a man in the prime of his thirties who was sitting across a passage on her right.

Although the two of them buried their heads in the same place, they kept changing their gestures under the seats.

This is the special sign language of the Chinese special forces, which was quickly parsed by the steel hammer.

M: Do you need us to act?

Joe: How sure are you?

M: There are four of us, 30 percent.

Joe: Wait, depending on the situation.

……

Under the pervasive surveillance of the steel hammer, the other three people mentioned by the man were also quickly found by it.

Chen Xin found out that there were many Chinese sitting in the second half of the economy class, which seemed to be a high-level delegation, and there were actually four guards in the middle, and Qiao Ting should be a relatively high level among these people.

It's just that Chen Xin can't figure it out, how can these people squeeze economy class like himself?

"Old Bean, do you want me to make a move now?"

The sound of the steel hammer sounded in Chen Xin's ears.

Chen Xin hesitated a little, if Qiao Ting and the others were not on the plane, the steel hammer would have made a move, and no one would find anything. But now that Qiao Ting and the others are around, it is easy to arouse the suspicion of the Chinese military if they do it.

If they find a similar method to the Ugandan hijacking incident by then, and based on the entry and exit records, I am afraid that they will soon find themselves.

Just when Chen Xin was still hesitating, the terrorist who had vented his bestial desires came out of the flight attendant lounge and came to the back cabin to talk loudly with another terrorist.

They spoke Arabic with a strong accent, and even the steel hammer could not fully express their meaning, but could only translate it into a rough one.

The joke is very meaty, which roughly means that the flight attendant tastes good, let another terrorist taste it.

The two said a few more words, and the other terrorist handed the submachine gun in his hand to the other, and walked towards the flight attendant lounge with a lewd smile.

When passing by Qiao Ting's side, the terrorist suddenly stopped, turned his gaze to Qiao Ting, and said in English: "Hey, chick, put your head up." ”

Qiao Ting slowly raised her head, revealing bright eyes, a trace of panic flashed in her eyes, the other party's eyes lit up, and she grabbed Qiao Ting's arm and smiled lewdly: "Little girl, follow me!"

Chen Xin couldn't help but look up at the situation, and the other party immediately glared at him and scolded: "What do you see, don't you want to die?"

Chen Xin shrank his head, screamed in horror, and hurriedly fell back on his stomach.

A hint of disdain flashed in the corner of Qiao Ting's eyes.

At this moment, there were suddenly a few gunshots in the front cabin, and then the whole plane sank suddenly, and there was a scream in the cabin, and those small things that were not fixed, such as snacks, drinks, magazines, etc., suddenly floated into the air, and then fell down in unison.

At this moment, the data given by the steel hammer showed that the altitude of the plane suddenly dropped by more than 100 meters.

Chen Xin secretly scolded the terrorists**, on the screen of the steel hammer projected onto the glasses, the two terrorists who had not been able to open the cockpit shot directly at the door lock, and the bullet passed directly through the hatch, one shot formed a ricochet, which opened the captain's head, and the other shot hit the co-pilot's chest, which seemed to be more than lucky. Another shot penetrated the cockpit glass, and a strong wind at an altitude of 10,000 meters howled in, forming a storm in the cockpit.

The two terrorists actually pushed open the cockpit door with all their might, and the wind roared into the cabin at once, and at this time, not only the first class cabin was raging, but even the economy class behind it was greatly affected.

The plane began to shake violently, and the main beam structure creaked.

The air pressure in the cabin dropped sharply, and the oxygen masks automatically popped out, and everyone clutched their chests while desperately grabbing the oxygen masks and putting them on their heads.

Chen Xin said in a low voice: "Steel hammer, control the plane!"

"Okay, old bean!"

"Quiet, quiet!" The three terrorists in the back cabin were frightened by the sudden change and were unsteady on their feet, having to hold on to their seats with one hand and shout in terror with their guns.

At this moment, the middle-aged man who had just communicated with Qiao Ting with gestures shouted, "Action!"

As he spoke, he jumped up, hugged the head of the terrorist beside Qiao Ting from behind and twisted it hard, with a click, Chen Xin could clearly hear the sound of bones breaking, and the terrorist suddenly rolled his eyes, foamed at the mouth, and fell down softly.

The other two terrorists were cleanly eliminated by the delegation's guards almost simultaneously.

Then, they snatched each other's weapons, and the four of them, led by the man, went straight to the cabin in front of them.

The battle went smoothly to their surprise, and the terrorists were overwhelmed by the mutations in the cabin, and no one expected to kill a few elite and highly trained guards from the rear cabin.

Of course, there are also those who react quickly, and as soon as they want to shoot, their bodies shake uncontrollably, and these guards will be polite to them and kill them directly.

It took less than three minutes for the entire plane to be controlled by the delegation's guards, and as for the two terrorists mixed in with the passengers, they didn't even have a chance to make a move. Even if it is traced afterwards, at most, it can only be found that these two people died of sudden myocardial infarction.

The flight attendants were rescued from the lounge, and although they had just been frightened, they were very dedicated to taking care of the comfort of the passengers.

The Chinese guards found the dead captain and co-pilot in the cockpit, so they called the flight attendant, and then Qiao Ting came forward to communicate with the flight attendant.

Although the terrorists had been killed, the plane was depressurized and autopiloted, and there was no pilot, so the danger was still not removed for them.

After some deliberation, soon, the English radio in the cabin rang out: "Passengers, passengers, please stay calm, I am the flight attendant of this flight, and I now announce to you that all the terrorists in the cabin have been shot dead by our Chinese friends, and we are temporarily safe!"

Her words were repeated in Arabic, French and Chinese.

There was a burst of cheers in the cabin, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but soon, the next words of the flight attendant lifted the hearts of the passengers: "However, there is a sad news to tell everyone, our captain and co-pilot died in the terrorist attack just now, and now the plane is on autopilot......"

Before the words fell, the cabin was quiet for a while, and everyone did not react, and the joy of being out of danger was immediately enveloped by the sudden bad news.

Passengers know what it means to be without a captain and co-pilot.

The flight attendant's voice continued: "Please wear oxygen masks, tighten your seat belts, please do not leave your seat at will from now on, pay attention to breathing through your mouth, and do more swallowing movements." In a few moments we will give each person a pen and a piece of paper, please write down what you want to say, and we will store it in a safe box......"

The crying in the cabin suddenly became louder, and everyone understood that this was asking everyone to write their last words.

"Zuihou a little, we need help now, who among the passengers has experience in airplane piloting and is physically strong enough, please step forward! You have the potential to save us all......"

", what should we do?" Chen Xin said in a low voice.

"The plane has been controlled by me for the time being, and if I fly it and land at Paris International Airport, the relevant parties will definitely investigate......"

Chen Xin frowned and said, "What is the chance of us being exposed?"

"3.45 percent!"

Chen Xin hesitated.

Qiao Ting bit her lip beside the flight attendant, but unfortunately the Air Force delegation to the Paris Air Show this time acted separately from them, and most of the current delegation are aviation experts, but when it comes to flying experience, there is no one.

At this moment, a slightly weak voice sounded: "I think, I can try!"

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