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The flight flew in the stratosphere, and the roaring turbofan engines of the wings diffused the noise through the clouds.

"Dear travellers, good evening. The captain reminded that due to weather conditions, we will encounter a short bump in the turbulence of the air currents ahead. Please return to your seat and fasten your seatbelt. ”

A bald white man came out of the bathroom, and when he returned to his seat, the woman and the little girl next to him fell asleep. The passenger plane entered the cloud and rain layer, and after the flight attendant inspected the passenger cabin again, she turned off the blue cabin atmosphere light.

After an uncomfortably violent jolt, the cabin lights came on again.

"Good evening, everybody." All the on-board screens were suddenly turned on, and they all entered a unified control screen. On the fixed screen, there is an image of a man in a black gas mask, speaking in a technically processed, low, hoarse man's voice.

"Captain? What's going on!? Do you have any equipment? ”

"Someone.... Someone hacked into the plane!! "This has never happened to an experienced pilot veteran either, but he understands very badly." Terrorist?! The plane was remotely controlled!! ”

"I regret to inform the forty-three passengers and fifteen crew members on this plane. Flight 1509 to Boston is about to crash. This terrifying announcement immediately caused panic in the cabin.

"Who's doing the prank! You get me out! The American Airlines Transportation Authority will hold you accountable! The co-pilot ran into the cabin, convinced that someone had hacked into the power supply of the airliner's galley using communication equipment, or that it was a joke by some biohacker.

"I'm not on the plane, I'm below you, on the level ground 8,632 meters below you." The black gas mask is still motionless, and even when it is 10,000 meters away, the hackers can still see every move in the cabin and control the on-board screen playback.

"You..... Who are you!? ”

“g，house。” The image of the masked man switches to a full screen of blue letters, G.

"I'm sorry to inform you that you have unfortunately flown into the airspace of a biohacker. We are not terrorists, we are people who are more committed to the faith and pursue the truth than they are. Now, we're going to take charge of the plane. ”

"It's... How can it be! Communications, navigation, radar are all interrupted! Forced shut-off, manual control fails, can't intervene! Even the black box .... The black boxes were all closed by them! They really controlled the plane! The captain stood up in despair and left the cockpit, and the airliner was completely in "unmanned" mode. "How to do it....." means that the airliner has disappeared from the ground-based radar. No one knows what's going on in the cabin, and maybe never will know. Passengers and crew will only be treated as accidents, adding a number to the wrecking list.

"Wait! What do you want! We can talk! Let me know what you want, and make an offer. Holding us hostage is only worth cashing in! The captain asked in a hurry, terrorists always have intentions.

"I did not hold you hostage, but destroyed. Eliminate an important initial variable. Ghouse has only one goal, liberation, the world; Good night everyone, dawn is coming. After speaking, all the on-board screens were cut off, the screen was closed, the plane began to fall weightlessly, and the atomized masks in the cabin of the passenger plane popped up urgently.

"Captain! We're falling! ”

"Nonsense! Everybody knows! "The altitude display is dropping sharply, and the cabin is weightless, as if an invisible and huge force is dragging the Boeing behemoth down.

"APU, cut off! The engine can't be turned on! The power is turned off! Cabin pressure imbalance! The lifeguard door cannot be opened! Captain! What to do! ”

"They really did. This is the airspace of biohacking from now on. Even the military can't do the technology of remote control of aircraft, there are no missiles, no radar, interference, just pull down the next plane. Grass, I really miss flying a propeller plane that doesn't have so many intelligent assistance, and I won't let biohackers take advantage of it......" The old captain fell into the cockpit, looking at a dashboard that no longer belonged to him. When the window heating was turned on again, in the darkness, he saw the ground approaching closer.....

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"Good morning and welcome to the Pittsburgh News. The city of Pittsburgh will be cloudy with light to moderate rain and temperatures of 42 to 63 degrees Fahrenheit; Northerly winds of 3 to 4 degrees. Today the Pittsburgh Penguins will host the San Jose Sharks.... The news is broadcast below..... Opinion polls show that the president's approval rating continues to slip, and the endless budget turmoil has made the public impatient and frustrated with the ruling party's bureaucracy...... Yesterday, near the city of Midville, 100 kilometers north of Pittsburgh, a passenger plane crashed, the exact cause is not yet known.....

On the radio station, the standing bobblehead doll shook rapidly as the body of the car shook, interrupting the broadcast of the news. The Chevrolet drove past puddles, the torrential rain hit the car window, and the wiper brushes kept driving the pouring rain. The two people in the car, Hunter and Willock, were silent and drove to the scene of the accident.

A week ago, following the mathematical formula on the beak mask, the two went to Florence, where in the Medici Palace Museum, Hunt found the original version of the beak mask, which was quietly placed in the glass of the exhibition hall. But what surprised and frightened Willock even more was that after entering the three-dimensional calculation formula, Willock's computer found another thing in the museum exhibition hall that also conformed to the mathematical thinking of super-Homo sapiens -- the famous sketch artwork, Vitruvian Man. Two nude muscular men stacked on top of each other, with their limbs stretched within squares and circles of the golden ratio. Its author is the famous archipelago Nado. Reach. Finch. Assuming that Vitruvius also had a super-Homo sapiens mind, then the history of the emergence of the Forty-Seven Mans would be pushed forward.

People who are smart enough, given enough time to exist, God knows, what they can do.

Along the way, both Hunter and Willock were silent. They didn't dare to report the discovery to anyone, and they didn't know what to do about it. The large Chevrolet turned a corner and slowed down. The Bureau of Investigation has cordoned off all areas in the vicinity of the hill where the plane crashed.

Hunter put on a raincoat and got into the cordon. Several servicemen in U.S. Army uniforms told Hunter to be cautious.

"You're Inspector Hunter and Advisor Willock, right? Good morning, see you all in this terrible weather, I'm Colonel Gates. "A man in a military cap in a raincoat was waiting for them.

"It's not the Transportation Administration, it's not the Bureau of Investigation, it's not even the NSA, when did the U.S. Army take responsibility for the crash? Was it the anti-terrorist missile that shot it down? ”

"No missiles, no attacks, just accidents. Three hours ago, I was just as confused as you were. I don't know who you are or what you do. Gates led the two into the center of the crash site.

"So?"

"Civil aviation experts say that something was involved in the turbofan engine and caused the accident. Strangely, three minutes before the accident, the plane's communications were cut off. This disturbance can be explained by the effects of thunderstorms. But the black box was also broken, and this was something that had never happened before. They thought of you and said you were an agent specializing in biohacking cases, so they wanted to hear from you. ”

"Biohacking caused this accident? Why? ”

"What, why?"

"Why would there be biohackers doing this? Not to mention whether he could do it or not, why did he let the plane he was in go down? ”

"You can't rule out that there are always a few misanthropy. The perversion of society exists around you and me. They can put a magnet into their skin, what can't they do? Gates glanced at Willock, not quite satisfied with the helper he had arranged.

"No, American Airlines planes are equipped with shielding systems specifically designed to target biohacking. There are no more than 50 biohackers in the United States who can get past this layer of shielding. These people will be pulled down at the security check and marked with their identities. Hunter thought about it, and this possibility could be ruled out by basically checking the boarding list.

"Could there be a biohack on the ground that can affect the plane overhead?"

"Hahaha, don't kid, Colonel. Will you be able to stand here, grab your pistol, and take down a Lockheed Martin supersonic fighter? It's easier than a biohacker pulling a Boeing plane down. Hunter and Willock laughed casually at the same time.

"Theoretically, is this possible?" Gates asked.

"If you want to talk about theory, maybe biohackers can use equipment to expand their control, but that would have to use a device similar to a megaphone, and I want to pull a civilian airliner down, and that thing will cause a bigger movement than a nuclear bomb dropped by China."

"That's good, I'm relieved if you say that. Hunter, please give me a detailed written report. If necessary, I will send you the flight data recorder for study. Gates nodded as he walked, and two guarded sentinels saluted him, "The congressional lords are always suspicious, as if they have a cold and constipation, and they are all a conspiracy of hostile forces." ”

"Congressman?"

"On the list of crash passengers, there is a man named Kyle. Morris's people. He gave us a month of endless investigative work to do. ”

"Kyle Morris? Who is he? I haven't heard of it," Hunter asked.

"Before I came here, I hadn't heard of it like you. Maybe he was still drunk at some strip club the day before yesterday. This hapless guy, now he's a dead congressman. From Wisconsin. It was this man whom I had never heard of that caused me and my men to get up from the bed in the middle of the night and stay on this hill for a week. I don't care about politics, and I thought he would be the favorite in the next presidential election, or at least a dark horse. turned out to be an unknown rookie in the workplace. ”

Gates stopped, and Hunter and Willock looked at each other. Surveying the site, engineers and several cutting trucks were working in the heavy rain as they cut through the crashed fuselage. The medical examiner carried the body bag out of the cabin one by one.

Hunter looked at the bombed behemoth fuselage and had an indescribable premonition.......