Chapter 40: I Can Fly a Plane! (Ask for collection and recommendation)
"Three million dollars, are you sure your company will pay this ransom?" The Indian man spoke quickly, and the curry-flavored English almost didn't make the captain understand, but fortunately, the captain heard the figure of three million dollars, and nodded very sincerely: "It will be." β
"Very good, then you write down my card number now, I'll just say it once, if you don't remember it, I'll shoot you in the head! CH5218********2055, remember? Repeat! β
βCH521οΌ5218********2055οΌβ In order to save his own life, the captain desperately remembered that he really remembered the bank card number of an Indian man at one time.
"Very well, you can communicate with your company now, and they will be able to transfer the money within twenty minutes, five million dollars, remember, five million dollars, not three million!" The Indian man said with some smugness.
"This ......" the captain was a little reluctant.
"Huh? ~" The Indian man's voice was long, and the muzzle of the gun was pressed hard against the captain's temple.
"I'll get in touch." The captain took the radio next to him and contacted the airline.
"Hand, what did you say? The plane was hijacked? Oh, my God! Five million dollars? Did the other party only ask for cash compensation? Thank goodness to tell him that we agreed to this ransom and that five million dollars would be transferred to his account within fifteen minutes. β
The Indian man also wore a radio listening headset on his head, and it was the co-pilot who had died, and when he heard the affirmative answer from the other side, he took off the headset with satisfaction: "I didn't expect that the senior management of your company is quite sensible." β
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Within the airline.
"Boss, do you really want to transfer money? I don't have permission to transfer $5 million, please enter your password! Holding a notebook, the finance officer walked up to the company's CEO.
"Idiot! Quickly contact the Swiss bank, check the remaining amount in this card for me, and then forge a transfer message from a Swiss bank and send it! The CEO snatched the computer, immediately forked off the transfer interface, and scolded loudly.
"But boss, if you don't transfer the money, the hijacker will really kill Hand and bury the whole plane with him! Airplanes are worth far more than $5 million! The financial officer defended aggrievedly.
"Who knows if Hand is lying to us, maybe he designed it himself? So far, none of the other crew members have sent us a message, but Hand's one-sided words have not been able to confirm the true situation! β
"BOSS, the information of Swiss banks may not be easy to call, and they have always kept secrets very well." Another financial reminder.
"Idiot, this kind of thing can be solved with just money! I don't need customer information, I just need to know the balance in the card and the notification method! The CEO roared, and the finance knew that he was on the verge of an outbreak, and hurriedly did things according to the CEO's arrangement.
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Soon, the Indian man's satellite phone received a text message that was the airline's fake notification of the arrival of the transfer.
"Hahaha! Five million, five million is so easy to get! I knew that I would ask for 10 million directly, and maybe I would give it! Okay, old man, you just need to crash land the plane on the Australian savannah now and be safe! β
The Indian man patted Hand's shoulder with some ease, and the muzzle of the gun against Hand's head moved slightly. Hand seized the opportunity and backhanded the Indian man's arm to snatch the Desert Eagle from him.
"You let go of me, or I'll shoot!" The Indian man was a little flustered, he didn't know why Hand suddenly resisted, and the hand holding the pistol was a little sweaty.
"Give me the gun, you stupid, half-civilized monkey guy!" Hand's insult made the Indian man seem to lose his temper, and in the process of arguing, he even pulled the trigger directly. Hand clutched his heart and slowly fell to the ground.
"Oh my God, what's going on, I just wanted to shoot and scare him, how could I ...... directly" The Indian man knelt on the ground with his head in his hands, unable to believe what he had just done, "God, I really didn't want to kill him directly!" Kill him, who's going to fly the plane! β
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The first-class flight attendant hurriedly walked into the cockpit and walked out again not long after.
"Dear passengers, I would like to announce a piece of good news! Due to the influence of strong convective air just now, the plane continued to tremble, affecting everyone's riding experience, in order to make up for everyone, the cabin crew decided to prepare a commemorative gift for each of you, which will be distributed when the plane is about to land! β
"At the same time, there is a special gift for one lucky passenger, and that is to visit our cockpit! However, in order to ensure the safety of the cockpit, only passengers with experience in flying airplanes can participate, so please understand. The flight attendant's voice was very good, but it was extremely harsh when it reached Li Ji's ears, and he knew that something bad must have happened.
In the cabin, there was a lot of discussion among the passengers.
"It's a special gift."
"If I can fly, will I still fly?"
"Is there something wrong with the cabin crew, I must complain when I get off the plane!"
"Not only do I have to complain, but I also post it on my blog and Facebook! Let's see what kind of virtue airline is! β
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"Flight attendant, I can fly a plane, can I see the cockpit?" Li Ji stood up again.
"You?" The flight attendant looked at Li Ji's appearance and couldn't believe it, after all, Li Ji was too young.
"Don't look at my young age, in fact, I have flown many times on my family's private jet, and if you want to count the flight time, I may have more than 1,500 hours." Li Ji said very comfortably.
"Well, since you'll be flying, you'll be the lucky passenger this time!" The flight attendant announced.
Li Ji followed the stewardess to the door of the cockpit, and the stewardess knocked on the door and said, "Enter here is the cockpit, pay attention not to mess with the instruments in the cockpit, this is related to the lives of the whole flight." β
Li Ji nodded: "Definitely, definitely." β
The other people on the flight were still talking, but the object of criticism was changed from the crew to Li Ji, who felt that Li Ji was too young and risky to enter the cockpit.
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Li Ji pushed open the door and walked into the cockpit, the two corpses on the ground suddenly dilated his pupils, and as soon as he turned his head, the Indian man holding the Desert Eagle immediately pressed against Li Ji's temple.
"Be honest! Hands up, don't move, will you fly? The Indian man's tone was very skeptical, and Li Ji did not look like a veteran pilot at all.
"Yes, I will, I've flown my family's private jet." Li Ji raised his hands, "So you didn't invite me to visit the cockpit, but because you killed the captain and co-pilot, and no one flew the plane, find a pilot." β
"It's smart, but there's no reward. But don't worry, as long as you cooperate obediently, you will never be like those two idiots. The Indian man laughed, "This is Australia down here, you just have to force land the plane on the Australian grasslands, and your mission is complete!" You're still so young, and I believe you can make the right choice.
"What if I say no?" Li Ji suddenly lowered his hands.