The passengers in the cabin of the passenger plane, after hearing the French broadcast in the plane, including several flight attendants, all sat down in their seats and fastened their seat belts, holding their heads and elbows in their hands.

In the next moment, there was a violent shaking of the fuselage, and all kinds of strange and harsh sounds, the huge Airbus airliner had lowered its landing gear and landed and taxied on the hard salt shell of the abandoned salt pan!

The abandoned salt pans in the desert are not airstrips, although the dried salt crust is quite smooth visually, in fact, there are small pits and protrusions everywhere, the landing gear and tires are moving all the way on the rugged salt crust, rubbing off the tire rubber powder to form a few old and long black lines, and the huge air flow when the engine is working rolls up countless yellow-brown sand, and you can't see anything from the gunwales in the plane, all of them are sand and dust and broken fine salt crust fragments flying!

A few people in the cockpit saw another scene, as the speed of the plane taxied gradually slowed down, several people noticed that there was a village in the desert outside the abandoned salt pan, many low sand and earth walls of the house, sparsely distributed near the salt pan, dotted with not many desert shrubs and grasses, but no one was active, it seemed very desolate and silent under the scorching sun of the desert, and the corners and roofs of many earthen wall houses were piled with thick yellow sand, obviously the village had been abandoned for a long time, The original desert natives have left for various reasons.

Ihassan, an Arab with a beard and a robe, and Andrei, a black man in a straight suit, gestured to each other after the plane finally stopped, turning off various switch buttons very quickly, and after the sound of the turbofan engine gradually became muffled, Andrei took off the bloodstained head-mounted communicator, unbuckled his seat belt and left the seat, looking a little tired but still unable to hide his excited eyes.

Looking at Ihassan, who was sitting on a chair in a robe and tinkering with communication equipment, Andre showed a playful smile on his dark face, and spoke French quickly: "Uncle, the important task of arguing with Air France and air traffic control station controllers is entrusted to you, I have to comfort the fragile hearts of the beautiful flight attendants behind."

"Andrey, I know why you can only fly a fighter! Even your temperament and ground crew don't refuel your plane, go ahead, it's still very good to have a little girl, French girls are very romantic, maybe it can work! ”

Ihassan, who was re-establishing communication with the regional air traffic control station and Air France, said directly in French without looking back, and although the two former retired pilots spoke a little vulgarly, it was just a way to relieve the pressure in their hearts after being nervous, and the flight attendant purser didn't care at all.

The purser unfastened the seat belt of the fainting co-pilot David on the folding seat, and with the help of Sima Yuru, he helped David's body to lie flat on the floor at the back of the cockpit, seeing that although David was covered in blood, he could still breathe slowly, the purser squatted next to David and whispered something, Sima Yuru shook his head slightly, secretly thinking that prayer was really useful, why did he want the pilot?

In the cockpit, there was a funny conversation between Ihasan and the air traffic control station controller, Sima Yuru suddenly didn't see Song Xiaoshuang, when did he leave the cockpit?

Sima Yuru tidied up the clothes on his body and the bun on his head, left the cockpit and went to the back to find Song Xiaoshuang, the task given by his superiors was to monitor his movements, and now it seems that he will not be able to return to China in a short time, Sima Yuru does not want his mission to die halfway.

"Made, I'm quitting, let's go to the desert and get the plane back to France!"

The bearded Ihasan yelled French into the headset, then quickly cut off the communication, threw away the headset and left the seat, put down the rolled-up robe, walked to the purser and whispered in Arabic: "David, this kid is hard, it seems that he survived, your fiancé?" ”

"No, David just drinks, we all like a brand of spirits"

The purser spoke Arabic and cooperated with Ihasan to lift David out of the cockpit, preparing to put David in the wide seat of the first class, which would make David more comfortable, and he did not know anything about Sima Yuru's suspicion that David was a suspected Ebola virus infection.

In the cockpit, only the captain's coldened body was left in the corner of the bulkhead, and no one cared about the sad captain at this time.

At this time, everyone in the cabin cheered, all kinds of whistles praising the Lord or something filled the eardrums, although there were abandoned salt pans and deserts outside, but he finally escaped, including more than 100 people in the first class, business class, and economy class three classes, only a few people were smashed by various luggage falling from the top of their heads, some slight breaches and bruises, where can they live and take care of these.

Sima Yuru walked past them (her) but her heart sank, this is the rhythm of an accident! The captain's body in the cockpit has a large number of viruses on his body, although the person is hanging, the virus can continue to survive for a long time, and the corpse must be completely removed as soon as possible!

Several flight attendants have opened a pneumatic hydraulic hybrid hatch and lowered the inflatable slide towards the outside of the plane, Andre, a black man in his forties, kept chewing a large piece of pastry in his mouth, comfortably enjoying a kiss from a French aviation lady on his dark cheek, the first one slid into the abandoned salt pan by the inflatable slide, stood on the hard salt shell and shouted at the flight attendant and a few passengers at the door of the cabin, signaling everyone to get off the plane.

At Andre's instigation, many passengers have successively used slides to go down to the abandoned salt pans, although they know that it is not good to leave the cabin of the plane rashly in the depths of the desert, but who can resist the satisfaction of being down-to-earth?

Sima Yuru found Song Xiaoshuang in the corner of the catering area where the flight attendant was preparing the meal, and found that he was leaning against a closet, holding a piece of chicken leg in his hand and eating happily, the flight attendant was busy communicating with passengers, dealing with all kinds of cumbersome and headache problems, and there was no flight attendant in the catering area.

"A few passengers are injured and bleeding, what are you hiding here?"

Sima Yuru felt that Song Xiaoshuang's behavior was very weird, and looked at Song Xiaoshuang and shouted in a low voice very unceremoniously, don't look at her identity as an attaché at the embassy or consulate, in fact, she is a dormant agent in her bones, Song Xiaoshuang's behavior looks outrageous, has he forgotten how ugly the captain's death is?

In the face of Sima Yuru's obvious accusation, Song Xiaoshuang turned around and opened the closet door, took out a canned chicken and threw it to Sima Yuru, seeing that Sima Yuru, whose face was a little stiff, still caught the can neatly, Song Xiaoshuang put the chicken leg bones aside casually, his expression became cold, his finger pointed to his head, and while approaching Sima Yuru's sharp eyes and looking up and down, he said quickly: "Those passengers noticed it, and it doesn't matter if they scratch a little skin and get some blood, as long as it is dealt with, Now we're still in danger! ”

Because she was still on the plane, Song Xiaoshuang's speech was a little vague, but Sima Yuru really understood, thinking of Song Xiaoshuang's weird ability, her face changed, knowing that Song Xiaoshuang didn't care about the Ebola virus, as long as the captain's body was destroyed as soon as possible, and it was not a big problem to pay attention to isolating the injured passengers from contact with David, Song Xiaoshuang was worried about other dangers.

But where is the danger, the abandoned village? There is no one at all, no, such a large passenger plane makes a lot of noise when it lands, and if there were people in the village, they would have come out a long time ago.

"What do you mean?"

Thinking of this, Sima Yuru blurted out and asked.

"Nothing, just a gut feeling!"

Song Xiaoshuang turned around and left the catering area, and whispered a few words without looking back.

Then Sima Yuru followed Song Xiaoshuang back to the business class, watched him take off the standard coffee-colored suitcase of the embassy and consulate from the luggage rack, and put the several sets of clothes and books used to conceal his identity still on the seat (the official passport that Song Xiaoshuang had been holding with secret buttons in his trouser pocket), and walked quickly to the catering area with an empty suitcase.

This time, Sima Yuru understood in seconds, and learned from Song Xiaoshuang to empty the coffee-colored suitcase provided by the embassy with irrelevant clothes or anything, and walked to the catering area with the empty suitcase.

Such a strange behavior of the two Chinese was naturally seen by other passengers, and they quickly understood that they were getting food stored on the plane, and the food on civil aviation flights was very limited, and this is deep in the desert, and if you don't eat, you can only starve to death. More than a dozen clever passengers also ignored it, vacated their bags and suitcases, and ran to the catering area to get food.

By the time the flight attendant came to her senses, the food on the plane had already been divided among dozens of passengers.

When these passengers slid from the inflatable slide to Yantian Station to the salt crust with large bags of food and bottled water, the dozens of male and female passengers who had already left the plane were simply stunned, and the situation was about to become chaotic with the sound of protests, quarrels, and curses.

Song Xiaoshuang and Sima Yuru were still on the plane at this time, and there were several flight attendants on the plane, Ihasan wearing a robe with a beard on his face, David, the co-pilot who fainted and unconscious, and the rest was the captain with braided hair.

At this time, Song Xiaoshuang was carrying the captain on his shoulders, walked to the door of the cabin and stopped, looked at Sima Yuru, who was carrying two suitcases on the side, and said with some doubts on his face: "The canned food is not for us, it is used to bribe the aborigines of the desert!" ”

"What, you're saying that the deserted village is still inhabited?"

Sima Yuru said in surprise, Song Xiaoshuang got all canned food from the catering area, including the suitcase she brought, not even a bottle of water, at first I thought that Song Xiaoshuang was prepared for the two of them, seeing that Song Xiaoshuang was still a little bloody and carrying the captain with braids along the passage, Sima Yuru followed behind with two suitcases, who knew that Song Xiaoshuang's plan was to use these cans to bribe the aborigines of the desert, knowing that there would be danger, why didn't he say it earlier?

Now the situation in Mali is very bad, the aborigines who go in and out of the desert have more or less weapons in their hands for self-defense, the hundreds of people who left the plane do not even have a gun in their hands, and the handsome air police officer who was beaten by Song Xiaoshuang only has a taser stun gun, which is not enough in the eyes of the fierce desert aborigines.

"The danger is not the simple tribal natives, but the others"

Song Xiaoshuang said half of what he said, shook his head and jumped out with the captain on his shoulders, landed on the salt crust of the abandoned salt pan along the inflatable slide, moved his shoulders and arms to carry the captain, and walked quickly to a sand dune a few hundred meters away, where there were many withered yellow bushes, Sima Yuru did not hesitate to follow closely with two suitcases in her hands, she knew what Song Xiaoshuang wanted to do, that is, to use the branches of the bushes to make a fire as soon as possible to completely burn the captain's body!

The hundreds of passengers standing on the salt crust next to the plane watched Song Xiaoshuang carry the captain's body towards the sand dunes at first, but Song Xiaoshuang's behavior only briefly attracted the attention of the passengers, and then continued to quarrel and curse just now, or because of the problem of food distribution, several flight attendants and co-pilot David and Ihasan were the last to leave the plane.

With the cooperation of the flight attendants and Ihasan and Andre, who temporarily had the appeal, the method of distributing the food was quickly decided, and some people took the lead, and the noisy and noisy passengers who seemed a little chaotic died down, and more than 100 people left the abandoned salt pans and walked towards the silent and dilapidated village.

More than 100 people naturally traveled fast and slow, the distance of a few hundred meters was a little scattered, and the few people who were very fast had already approached the low sand and soil houses of the village, but suddenly found that in the corners of the walls and shrubs near the houses, there were many men with scarves covering their faces and robes covering their bodies, and their eyes were sharp looking at the male and female passengers close to the village.

The men wore yellow, orange and orange metal chains, and were armed with either general-purpose machine guns, AK47 assault rifles, and even Soviet-style bazookas