Looking at the arrogant bald head on the screen, the command staff in the control tower was filled with an atmosphere of panic.

"Did you call the police," asked the airport administrator in the console.

"Of course, but the police department shouldn't be able to handle this matter, and it will definitely be handled by the F.B.I." replied a man who managed communications.

"Then it's not something we can manage," the director turned to the people in the tower and said, "We can't save them, do what we can do, everyone take action, I want to know the list of passengers on the plane, whether the fuel is sufficient, how long we can fly, everyone put together the news and hand it over to me, and then wait for someone who can handle this matter to come." ”

After the tower supervisor finished speaking, all the personnel were busy, and the various messages were also sorted into materials and handed over to the supervisor.

Ten minutes later, the FBI found the director.

"Hello, I'm the person in charge of this operation, you can call me Jack, I have some information about the hijacked plane," came a white man with eyes, his brown hair meticulously combed.

"It's ready, all the information is here, please save the passengers," the director handed the information to Jack.

"We'll do our best," Jack said, and hurried away.

"Hey, okay, the FBI has taken over, let's hurry up and notify all the planes that are going to land at this airport today, and inform them to transfer to other airports to land," the supervisor said after explaining what the employees were going to do, and then stood by the window of the tower and looked at the sky, maybe he was looking at the hijacked plane.

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"Boss, the information has been obtained," Jack, who had just retrieved the information, pushed open the door of the temporary headquarters.

This temporary headquarters was temporarily set up by the FBI after it came to borrow the office of the airport police, and the person in charge of the scene was a blonde beauty named Amilia. Hanks.

"Well done, you saved us 5 minutes, let's see how long the plane can fly in the air at its current speed, have you made contact with Tony Stark?" Emilia, who was still talking to Jack at first, thought of something else.

"Not yet, I just contacted the Stark Group and learned from his secretary that he was flying to London on his own private jet this morning," her technician reported to her on his progress here.

"Speed up the contact, it's less than 15 minutes before the kidnappers give me," Emilia ordered.

"Okay."

"Boss, I've seen it, the data shows that the A380 can fly for more than 13 hours, if nothing else," Jack looked through the information and gave the answer about the flight time that Emilia had just asked.

"Got it, at least we don't have to worry about it falling from the sky for the time being," Emilia said with a sigh of relief.

"Boss, the negotiator has arrived, do you need to contact the kidnappers first?" At this time, a black agent walked in from outside the office, and he brought a middle-aged white man who looked very energetic.

"Hello, I'm Amilia. Hanks, you're the negotiator sent from above, what do you call it," Emilia held out her right hand.

"It's okay to call me O'Neill, where is it now," the man named O'Neill asked directly about the progress of the matter.

"It's been 20 minutes since the kidnappers gave us, Tony Stark hasn't been in touch yet, and has just learned that the plane can still fly in the sky for 13 hours, and that's the current situation," Emilia told O'Neill in detail about the current situation.

"Okay, while there's still time, let's ······ first" O'Neill whispered something to Amilia.

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The bald head Seaman was listening to music and drinking red wine, this kind of life was not something he could enjoy every day in the mountains, he wanted to have a good time.

"Head, there's a request from the airport," one of the bald-headed men walked in with a phone.

"Wow, our government responded quickly this time, it seems that they just don't have motivation," the big bald head first looked at his watch slowly, then put down the wine glass in his hand and picked up the phone.

"Hey, is that Tony Stark?" The big bald head said hello directly.

"Hello, I'm an FBI negotiator, my name is O'Neill. Han Sen, can we talk about it first? You can say what you want," the other end of the line was not Tony Stark, who looked like Tony Stark, but O'Neill, a negotiator who had just arrived from headquarters, and after communicating with Amilia, he decided to talk to the leader of the kidnappers first to test the kidnappers' bottom line.

"Oh, okay, I'll tell you my request right away, and you'll know when you watch the news channel," he hung up the phone after saying that.

"Bring the box and get ready for the shoot," the big bald head straightened his clothes, trying to refresh himself.

"Hey, citizens of New York, hello everyone, I'm a terrorist in your mouth, and a guy who claims to be an expert negotiator just called me and asked me if I could talk about my request, and I want to say to that, of course," said the big bald head, reaching for the lottery box.

"Let's see who the first one is," the big bald head put his hand into the box, spun it around a few times, and then came out with a piece of paper.

"We had our first lucky passenger, Kira. Linento," the big bald head put the note in front of the camera, so that the audience in front of the TV could see the name on it.

After a while, a man in black walked in with a gun pointed at a young boy, who held up his hands and his eyes were full of panic and fear, and his legs trembled even more as he got closer and closer to the big bald head.

"Bump," a gunshot made all the viewers in front of the TV who were watching the plane hijacking close their eyes, some of the little girls were already crying, all the places where the TV could be seen were as quiet as cicadas, these kidnappers were so vicious that they didn't say a word to the one called Kira. The young man of Flaxto said that he had killed him, and the poor boy seemed to be only 14 or 5 years old.

"Well, Mr. Negotiator, do you understand our requirements now? If you still don't understand, you can call me again, I'll be happy to answer you again, in addition, you have to hurry, there are about 3 minutes until the first draw, I hope before that Mr. Tony Stark can contact us, you know that he and I are old friends, that's all," the big bald head smiled the whole time when he spoke, but this smile silenced the audience in front of the TV and the FBI watching the TV, they thought it was a terrifying smile.

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"I didn't expect that," said O'Neill, a negotiator who sat in his chair with his head folded, his tone full of remorse, regret that he shouldn't have contacted the terrorists so easily.

"Hey, cheer up, it's not just you, even I didn't think of it? It seems that they are no ordinary terrorists," Omelia persuaded and then brought the topic back, and the feeling of regret at this time did not help the whole thing in any way.

"He just said something that he and Tony are old friends," O'Neill forced himself out of his regret, there were more than 500 people on the plane who were not rescued, and now is not the time to regret it.

"Don't you remember the kidnapping of Tony Stark from the previous incident?" Jack, who was on the side, reminded.

"Yes, that's it, they may be the guy who kidnapped Tony some time ago, they were escaped by Tony, and now they're back," Omelia analyzed.

"But this doesn't make sense, if they're looking for Tony Stark, they can just go directly, whether it's kidnapping or killing him, they don't need to hijack a plane, right?" Jason objected.

"Or maybe they have a deeper purpose," O'Neill said, in his own thoughts.

"Whatever their purpose, the most important thing for us now is to contact Stark, there isn't much time for us to waste, and soon they will be drawing again," Omelia said, looking at the time on the monitor.

"Boss, we've got in touch with Tony Stark, now I'm going to turn to your screen," one agent said excitedly.

"Hi there, I'm Tony Stark, and I heard my secretary say you're in a hurry to find me," Tony said on the screen, sitting on his plane, eating sushi and drinking sake before looking at the monitor.

"Hello, Tony, I'm Omelia, the head of the FBI about this hijacking. Hanks, do you follow the news? Shortly after you took off, an A380 plane was hijacked by terrorists, and they put forward the condition that they want to contact you, and we try to negotiate, but this gang of brutes directly killed a boy, and now there is less than 1 minute left, I hope you can contact them first and stabilize them, we are still thinking about the rescue plan, please give us a little delay, by the way, their boss is a big bald head, and he said that he is your old friend," Omelia looked at Tony's appearance and knew that he didn't watch the news, She didn't know that a plane had been hijacked, so she told Tony the cause and effect of the whole incident as quickly as possible, and also told Tony that it was possible that the person who kidnapped you some time ago came back to look for you.

"Do you have a contact information?" Tony asked directly, he didn't drink anymore, and the sushi was thrown away by him, and when he heard the news of the big bald head, he knew that it was David's shot, but he didn't think that David would make such an exaggeration.

Actually, Davy. Alex himself didn't think about it, the big bald head was obviously cheating on himself, he watched the real-time news report on TV, and his hands trembled with anger.

"He-Man, what are you doing, why are you hijacking the plane, aren't you going straight to Tony's villa?" The matter is so exaggerated, it will definitely not be good afterwards, and once someone investigates him, the consequences will be very serious.

The United States is indeed a country where assets speak, but the morality of the people makes it impossible for these so-called businessmen to make money without conscience, at least not to be known that they make money without conscience.

"I'm just doing a little bit of publicity, so that when things are successful, a lot of people will definitely join us, and that's what I mean by long-term planning," said the bald head slowly, still smoking his cigar.

"You have a problem with your brain, you are the way you are, the whole United States from beggars to presidents knows what you have done, do you think you will have a future, do you think the army will let you go back to your lair leisurely?" When he said the last sentence, David yelled, but he was not worried about the big bald head but about himself.

"Aren't you just worried that I'll confess you if I'm caught? So don't make any small moves in the end, and honestly transport the mecha to the place I designated to be on standby, otherwise the consequences you know," the big bald head is not an idiot, he directly pointed out what David was worried about, and threatened David to obey orders.

"I know, that's it," David hung up the phone and smashed it directly, and he didn't let out the anger in his heart.

"Hello, is that Mr. Terrorist?" The big bald head had just hung up David's phone with a sneer when a voice came out of the radio.

"Haven't you been looking for me? I'm Tony Stark, did anyone answer me? Tony's voice came out of the phone.

"How did you do it, you can actually talk to me directly, do you mind talking about it?" The big bald head couldn't figure out what Tony's voice was coming from the radio.

"I hacked into the plane's communication system, it's not a difficult thing to do, now you can make a request, how much money will be required to release the people on the plane, cash or check, you can choose," Tony explained, and then directly pulled the topic back to the hostage.

"Money, no, no, no, our purpose is you, Mr. Stark, you owe us something, do you need me to remind you? It's the things you made in the cave, but you didn't make them for us at the time, and the debts always have to be paid," said the bald head with a smile.

"You are the one who kidnapped me in the first place, it's ridiculous, you kidnapped me and asked me to help you make weapons, I escaped with my own strength, and you still have the face to say that I owe you something," Tony laughed angrily, you really can reverse right and wrong.

"At least we didn't kill you right away, did we? Today's young people really don't know how to be grateful, but it's okay, I have a lot of experience in dealing with this kind of young people, don't hang up yet," After finishing speaking, he directly signaled his subordinates with his eyes to start the live broadcast.

"Hey, how's everybody? It's me again, just now, Tony Stark has contacted me, but something seems to have gone wrong with our conversation, Tony he forgot what he owes us, and I regret it, so I want to remind him through the lottery, I hope it helps," the big bald head said before reaching into the raffle box again.

"Stop, tell me what you want, and then tell me where to deliver it," Tony's voice came over the radio, clearly a little anxious.

"Tony, Tony, Tony, didn't I say that? My goal is you, and something about you," the big bald head grinned like a victor when Tony's voice rang out.