The nose of the aircraft is depressed, the field is cleared once, pulled back, approached the ground, the airbrake is lowered, and the landing.

The Gulfstream G650 is very stable in Joel's hands, and there is no superfluous operation at all.

The plane shook and began to glide down the runway. The engine sound is rapidly lowering, and the speed is decreasing.

As soon as they stopped, a bright searchlight suddenly hit them, locking them head-on.

Kata and Joel immediately turned off the lights in the cabin, and it was dark in the plane. It's a smart choice. Being in the dark makes it easier to see what's going on outside.

Nan Xiao walked towards the tail of the plane. He had looked at the plane's structural drawings and knew that there was an access tunnel behind it to climb out. It's never been done before, but it's not too hard. Soon he found the locked cover. Open with the emergency spare key on board, there is a narrow passage underneath.

Crawling all the way out of the passage, the smell of engine oil is really smoky. Fortunately, it's not very long, climbed a few meters or so, and there is a cover in front of it. Also unscrewed with the key, immediately saw the track and tires. His current position is a little behind the fuselage, in the middle of the two landing gears.

There was a voice from the front of the plane, and Joel was talking to someone at the airport.

No one paid attention to the tail, and the searchlights weren't staring at this side. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Nan Xiao quickly climbed out of the maintenance port and jumped onto the runway.

Under the cover of night, he sprinted all the way, crawling behind the men along the darkness at the edge of the airport. He found a high staircase, got down on his stomach, and set up his machine gun.

Mao Yuyu spun around boredly above her head. Nan Xiao thought for a while, took out a bucket of gasoline and handed it to it, and instructed: "Fly above those people's heads, pay attention to stealth, do you remember the last time you dropped the bomb?" ”

got a gem to feed, Mao Yuyu happily said that Ma Ma was the best, and began to fly with a plastic gasoline canister. It had a lot of strength, and it didn't have any difficulty carrying twenty kilograms of gasoline drums. Silently, a smoke arrived at the designated location.

"It's already in place," Nan Xiao began to call Joel, "ready to do it." ”

Joel didn't answer for the time being, and it seemed that he was still negotiating.

Bored of waiting, Nan Xiao took out the binoculars and observed the situation.

It seems that the other party's force is not very good. Just an open-top jeep with an old Russian heavy machine gun on it. There were four other people sitting in the car, armed with a mishmangle of rifles, one of which was clearly a 98K.

98K such an old gun was taken out to support the field, which shows that these people who occupy the aviation school in Cold Spring Town have no cards.

Joel opened the cabin door, carrying an M4 in his hand, and began to negotiate with them vigilantly.

Tommy didn't show up, so he was supposed to be in the cabin. If the negotiations don't work out, he's the last line of defense to protect Sarah.

For Sarah's sake, her good uncle Tommy must have set his mind to die. Any thug who wants to touch her must step over Joel and his corpse.

Of course, Nan Xiao would never let that happen.

In fact, he felt that it was unlikely that he would lose this battle. There were only 4 people on the other side, and the machine gun was packed up with a sudden attack. There was no need for Mao Yuyu to throw gasoline bombs at them.

Joel was still negotiating with them. At first, the conversation was tense, but gradually, it seemed to ease up.

The distance was too far for Nan Xiao to hear the other party directly, so he could only rely on Tommy to relay it.

"There's a guy with a mustache who looks like the leader of them all. It's not tall or sturdy, but it looks shrewd. He said he apologized for tricking us into landing, but they didn't mean it and just wanted to trade fairly. He said his name was David and that he used to run a hotel in the National Forest Park near the town of Cold Springs. ”

"What do they want to trade?"

Tommy continued to listen for a while, whispering, "I want everything, food, guns, bullets, even batteries...... Mainly food. He said that the people of Cold Spring Town are now gathered in the aviation school building to wait for rescue. There is a shortage of supplies, and I am very hungry. ”

"Why does he think we have these things?"

He said there must be plenty of supplies on a Gulfstream G650. When a rich person takes refuge, he must have enough of everything. ”

"What does he want to trade with us?"

"Excellent jet fuel. As Joel had predicted, the airfield airport had a fair amount of fuel stored in its underground oil depots. ”

That's just what you need. The Gulfstream G650's fuel tank was almost empty, and it had to be refueled before it could take off. As long as there is enough fuel, they can fly to New York in just over two hours.

Safe New York quarantine, your own room, clean water, plenty of food.

That's what Joel is craving at the moment. If they can't even meet their basic needs, convincing them to take risks is empty talk.

Joel's voice came over the team's channel: "I think we can trade some food for jet fuel with them." There were tons of refrigerated food in the cargo hold of the plane, and when we arrived in New York, these things were of little use anyway. What do you think? ”

Nan Xiao thought about it, if he could get fuel without killing people, it didn't seem bad. "I'll be watching from the shadows," he said, "and if they want to play tricks, my machine gun will be the right thing to do." ”

Tommy agreed.

In this way, the deal is set up verbally.

From the binoculars, Nan Xiao saw David giving a few words to a strong guy in the jeep. The guy immediately ran away and headed for the airport building.

After the deal was struck, the atmosphere seemed less tense. The people in the jeep left the heavy machine guns, and the rifles were put aside.

The leader of the opposing party, David, walked up to Joel, smiled kindly and tried to shake hands. This time the distance was closer, and the AN / PRC-148 multi-band internal team radio on Joel's shoulder was very clear. "It's going to take a little time for the gas truck to come over, don't you mind if we move the food first?" His voice is calm and has a wonderful texture that makes one want to believe.

Perhaps this is also one of the talents of leadership, and it is comfortable to listen to.

Nan Xiao thought about it for a while, and couldn't help but reflect on whether his voice was too hard and not so soft. Am I talking too straight? Too tough? Maybe that's why glamour is growing so slowly? Well......

The Gulfstream G650 has a lot of miscellaneous reserves in the cargo hold. For food alone, there are two large freezers with everything from caviar to canned luncheon meat. There is a detailed list of goods in the computer on the plane, which Nan Xiao has checked.

"We'd better keep some canned food, maybe we'll need it in New York." He proposed.

Joel nodded covertly in acknowledgment.

New York's quarantine isn't necessarily paradise, and food may be scarce. At that time, shelf-stable cans were expensive.

As for things like caviar or frozen crabs, there is no way to store them for a long time anyway, and in Nan Xiao's opinion, the value is very low. It just so happened that the people of Cold Spring Town were in dire need of food, and it was appropriate to exchange fuel with them. Both sides got what they desperately needed, a win-win.