Sima Yuru, whose arm had been caught by Song Xiaoshuang's powerful palm, felt that Song Xiaoshuang's arm was as tight as an iron hoop, and his arm couldn't break free at all.

Seeing Song Xiaoshuang break through the business class and go straight to the front of the first-class cabin, knocking over the handsome guy on the flight with one fist, Sima Yuru's whole heart sank, not to mention how bad the mood was, in a trance, she recalled in her mind the situation when she accepted this mission

In a room in the basement of the consulate, the lights on the walls were bright and dazzling, Sima Yuru looked at the file bag on the table, and looked at Major Zhao Pu, who was standing next to the table in a desert digital camouflage training uniform, and knew that there must be a very important situation, otherwise a dormant agent like her would not be activated, and once it was activated once, she would be requisitioned back to China, which was determined by the extremely cruel status quo of the intelligence front.

It's time to come, Sima Yuru is glad that he can still be activated, and he will not be like many predecessors in the intelligence community, from the first day he entered the military intelligence system and was sent abroad, he has been a dormant agent, and until he was transferred back to China at the end of his service, it is much better to have not accepted a mission at all!

"Now I will give you a very important task, the file bag is the basic information of a person, there is no entry and exit record in Mauritania, it is suspected that he is an agent on a special mission, if the situation allows, approach him, monitor on the side, and observe his movements!"

Major Zhao Pu's words didn't touch Sima Yuru's nerves, he picked up the file bag sealed by fire paint and opened it, his face changed slightly, and he said in a low tone with some uncertainty: "The man in the photo came once in the morning to inquire about reapplying for a passport and returning to China, is he?" ”

"The probability is very low, you are a dormant intelligence officer who carried out Operation Firefly, Operation Firefly has a large time span, in fact, it is now in the final stage, and the superiors are considering ending Operation Firefly, this is your last mission as a consulate attaché!"

Major Zhao Pu stared at Sima Yuru with a pair of sharp eyes on his resolute face, and spoke in a calm tone.

He also learned that Sima Yuru was a dormant agent of the military intelligence system not long ago, and he only knew that Sima Yuru was the most basic attaché of the consulate.

After accepting the task in a brief conversation in the basement, Sima Yuru soon saw the third secretary of the embassy, Secretary Chen, with several internal guards of the embassy, leading the man in the photo into the semi-basement consulate room.

Sima Yuru keenly noticed that the man with the pseudonym Song Xiaoshuang did not bird Secretary Chen at all, limited to Secretary Chen was only a person from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, not a military intelligence system, and Sima Yuru, who was on a mission, would not say anything to him, and later Major Zhao Pu and Major Zheng Min appeared in the corridor together, Sima Yuru was in his heart, and the two deputy military attachés appeared together, there must be a very important intelligence need!

The two deputy military attachés had been dealing with the man under the pseudonym Song Xiaoshuang until late at night, and Sima Yuru met with Major Zhao Pu again in the basement, without revealing anything unrelated to her mission, just asking Sima Yuru to wait for further orders.

Two days later, in the morning, Sima Yuru received an order through a special channel to return to China with more than a dozen embassy staff who had been transferred back to China, and Song Xiaoshuang would also take the same flight, close to him and monitor his every move until he landed at the domestic airport.

As an agent, there is no objection to not carrying out the orders of the superiors, although many times the tasks performed by the agents are very nonsensical and incredible, Sima Yuru also feels a little helpless, using her, a dormant agent, is to monitor a man on the same plane to return to China, and the time is just over a day!

But Sima Yuru knew that his superiors attached so much importance to this man with the pseudonym Song Xiaoshuang, which showed that he still had a lot of extremely important information on him, and even if he used her as a dormant agent, it was worth it, thinking of these Sima Yuru felt much better.

Who expected that not long after taking off from the airport, there were problems with the captain and the plane, Song Xiaoshuang's behavior was unusually weird, he was forcibly pulled and trotted to the first class, and saw that the handsome guy equipped with the air police on the flight was hit by Song Xiaoshuang's fist and hit the seat in pain, and the cold sweat on Sima Yuru's back came out, does this guy want to hijack the plane?

Just as she was thinking about it, she heard Song Xiaoshuang whispering in her ear, asking her to use the on-board radio to look for the retired pilot on the passenger plane, and what nonsense did the co-pilot can't hold on?

At this time, the passenger plane has adjusted its course, although the altitude has dropped a lot, but it seems that the passenger plane is still under the control of the co-pilot, Song Xiaoshuang said that the co-pilot can't hold on, what does it mean, can't hold on, isn't it going to crash?

This joke is too big, at this time, even if Song Xiaoshuang said that it was the first day, Sima Yuru didn't believe it.

Song Xiaoshuang didn't finish speaking, he knew that Sima Yuru wouldn't believe him, he picked up the neck of a flight attendant with one hand, and forcibly lifted the flight attendant up from the cabin floor, after watching the flight attendant twitch twitch and rolling her eyes, Song Xiaoshuang threw away the flight attendant, turned her head and looked at Sima Yuru with a cold expression, and yelled very quickly: "If you don't want to follow the runaway passenger plane down, just broadcast quickly, quickly!" ”

The bloody aura highlighted on Song Xiaoshuang's body made Sima Yuru feel cold all over his body like falling into an ice cave, his momentum was too strong, and he was even more fierce than the instructor many years ago!

Seeing Song Xiaoshuang let go of her arm, Sima Yuru no longer hesitated, took off the handheld microphone from the light alloy bulkhead of the cabin and did not audition, and shouted quickly into the handheld microphone in French: "Emergency broadcast, emergency broadcast, are there any retired pilots among the passengers, there is a small situation in the aircraft, and the co-pilot needs to assist in piloting the aircraft!" ”

Sima Yuru knows that there is a voice monitoring system on the passenger plane, which will record the abnormal situation on the passenger plane will be recorded, and his voice will definitely be recorded throughout the whole process, as an agent Sima Yuru's psychological quality is still very strong, and he has already figured out how to broadcast so as not to cause a big commotion among the passengers on the plane.

Sima Yuru broadcast twice in French at a speed, and then switched to Arabic broadcasting, and heard a voice that was obviously not a flight attendant coming out of the cabin radio speaker, and the content of the broadcast was so sudden, the passengers of business class and economy class were startled, not that the co-pilot had already controlled the flight, why did there be a problem again, and the cursing and praying sound came and went, it was a mess.

The few passengers in the first-class cabin did not dare to make noise, but sat motionless on their seats with frightened faces, but they saw the fate of the air police, and were beaten away with a fist.

Still, Sima Yuru's broadcast had an effect, and during the second broadcast in French, an Arab in his sixties with a beard and a robe strode through the passage between business and first class, followed by a black man in his forties in a crisp suit.

"I'll fly a Type 4 transport plane, and the one behind me who has flown a Type 1 fighter, is the pilot really not good?"

The bearded Arab hurried to the first-class cabin, and when he saw that it was Sima Yuru on the radio, he was stunned, and spoke Arabic quickly.

He and the black man behind him rushed over from the economy class, and the two of them sat in the economy class seats, not paying attention to the female passengers in the business class at all, and they were inevitably a little surprised to find Sima Yuru wearing casual clothes and holding a microphone.

Under the coercion of Song Xiaoshuang's eyes, Sima Yuru translated the words of the Arabs with some grievances, and after knowing the content, Song Xiaoshuang knew that time was limited, and it was impossible to open the cockpit safety hatch according to the normal procedure, with a strange expression on his face, he walked quickly to the cockpit safety hatch, roared, and inserted his palms into the thick light alloy hatch. Before the other people in the first-class cabin came to their senses, everyone only heard a few harsh metal twisting and breaking sounds, and after a burst of gray smoke dispersed, the cockpit safety hatch with dual pneumatic and hydraulic settings was forcibly opened by Song Xiaoshuang who forcibly destroyed the pneumatic lock and the hydromechanical lock!

Seeing that the cabin door was opened with manpower, several passengers in the first-class cabin were dumbfounded, and the boss could stuff a duck egg with the mouths of several flight attendants open, but the flight attendant knew the strength of the safety door on the passenger plane, how much force did this take? Could this Chinese's palm be a mechanical arm?

Song Xiaoshuang's hands were removed from the hatch, and after turning his head and making a gesture, he rushed into the cockpit. The bearded Arab, the black man in a crisp suit, Sima Yuru and the purser then ran into the cockpit.

At this time, many of the warning lights on the flight instrument panel of the cockpit lit up yellow, and one flashed red, and Didi's alarm sounded constantly.

The co-pilot, with short blond hair and an iron-blue face, a bloodstained head-mounted walkie tossed aside, bleeding from his nostrils, lips and ears, struggling to control the plane from the driver's seat, red and black blood all over his flight shirt.

After hearing the movement, the co-pilot glanced back and said in Arabic with a tired expression: "Take the captain away, there is a problem with the hydraulic oil pump of the flap of the aircraft, and someone will help control the flight manually, and the automatic flight has failed!" ”

While the co-pilot was talking, Song Xiaoshuang, who was the first to break into the cockpit, was trying to get the captain with braids out of the seat, but the pilot's seat belt was different from the passenger's.

"My God, David, what's wrong with you!"

The blood stains on the flight shirt on the co-pilot's body and the miserable appearance of continuous bleeding from the nostrils and mouth let the few people who followed into the cockpit know that something was wrong, and the Air France lady who served as the flight attendant felt that her brain was about to faint, how did the originally handsome co-pilot become like this? Speaking French at such a fast pace, it's hard to believe that this strange situation can happen.

He didn't untie the seat belt in a few seconds, and Song Xiaoshuang couldn't take care of it anymore, his fingers shook, and invisible energy gushed out from his fingers, directly breaking the seat belt buckle at once, grabbing the captain's body with both hands and lifting him up, and casually putting him in the corner of the bulkhead behind the cockpit.

Song Xiaoshuang suspected that it was very strange for the captain to spit blood and hang up, and he couldn't get the captain out of the cockpit, if there was any virus that caused the spread of the virus, the matter would be a big deal.

Seeing Song Xiaoshuang casually throwing the sad captain behind, the purser wanted to put the captain's body better, but was grabbed by the arm of the middle-aged black man in a straight suit, shook his head and signaled not to touch the captain's body, and whispered Arabic, asking her to go out and lead the flight attendant of the crew to comfort the passengers, so as not to cause the passengers in the cabin to run around and endanger flight safety.

The purser, with a look of horror on his face, hesitated but walked out, and together with a few first-class flight attendants, he closed the locked hatch, nervously thinking about how to broadcast and reassure the passengers.

After Song Xiaoshuang turned off the captain, the bearded Arab put away the hem of his robe and hurriedly stepped onto the seat, picked up a spare head-mounted intercom from the side of the seat and put it on his head, but found that the ground communication had been turned off by the co-pilot, and he turned his head to look at the co-pilot with a bloody face who couldn't understand what he was doing, why did he cut off contact with the air traffic control station? Manually controlled flights can go wrong without the guidance of an air controller!

Sima Yuru, who originally saw the Arabs sitting in the driver's seat and wearing the head-mounted communicators, was secretly relieved and wanted to leave the cockpit, and keenly noticed that something was wrong, and stopped and continued to stay in the cockpit to see if she could help, and besides, Song Xiaoshuang hadn't left yet, she wanted to know what Song Xiaoshuang wanted to do if she continued to stay in the cockpit.

"I turned off the ground communication, those damn controllers want a plane that is about to go out of control to fly thousands of kilometers, fly over the area of the town controlled by the ** armed occupation, land at the alternate airport, the hydraulic oil is leaking and it is impossible to fly that far, we can only make a forced landing in the desert, cooperate with me to reduce the altitude, pray, it's better not to fall to your death!"

Seeing that the Arabs couldn't understand why the ground communication was turned off, the co-pilot brushed the blood oozing from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and roared in Arabic with an almost crazy expression, explaining why he cut off the ground communication.

As soon as the co-pilot finished speaking, he felt a little dizzy in his brain, and he fell on the seat, and vaguely heard someone shouting something, but he didn't hear anything clearly.

The one who shouted was a middle-aged black man in a crisp suit, a retired air force pilot from a certain country, who had already discovered that something was wrong with the co-pilot.

was about to ask the co-pilot if he agreed to take over the control of the flight, the co-pilot was guiding on the side, and saw the co-pilot leaning on the seat, holding an extra hand on the mountain-shaped control lever held by both hands, keeping the control stick without moving back and forth, the black man looked stunned, only to find that it was Song Xiaoshuang's hand holding the control stick, and quickly shouted in Arabic, to the effect that Song Xiaoshuang was holding the control stick steadily, and he came to take over the flight.

Song Xiaoshuang couldn't understand what the black man said, but seeing that the black man was busy unbuttoning the seat belt tied to the co-pilot's body, he instantly understood what the black man wanted to do, Song Xiaoshuang's eyes signaled Sima Yuru to come forward to help, and Sima Yuru cooperated with the black man to open the co-pilot from the driver's seat to the back corner of the cockpit.

The black man quickly sat on the chair and took the mountain-shaped control lever from Song Xiao's hands, picked up the bloodstained headset communicator that was placed on the side, put it on his head, and made a gesture to the Arabs on the side.