"Maybe I don't know where you say 'Hiroshima', but the 'little boy' made by Vashel has probably been found."

Lilo Pocks from the NTSB knocked on the door that was already open and looked at the group with a worried expression.

"After the no-fly order was issued, except for the passenger planes that had not yet landed, they all responded to the order to stop taking off, and then we began to contact those flights that were still in the air and had not landed.

Most of the flights were replied, except for one. ”

Hodgner's eyelids jumped, "Which one?" ”

Rillo Pox swallowed nervously, "Transocean Airlines Flight 61, which left San Diego at 14:05 GMT, was scheduled to land in Washington at 19:15 minutes.

It is a Boeing 747-400 with a captain of 301 passengers and a crew of 8. ”

Jack subconsciously glanced at the time, it was now 9 a.m. local time in Colorado and 16 o'clock in GMT, that is, the flight had already taken off for 2 hours.

"How long have you been missing?" Hodgner's calm tone soothed his mood a little.

"As of now, 15 minutes, according to radar monitoring, although the plane has not changed its altitude, its course has changed." Rilo Pox's voice was still slightly trembling.

"It's desolate, but it's still difficult to map the 28 square miles around Tower Mountain, not to mention the large number of caves nearby. ”

"He needs to hack into a satellite network, he needs radar to track the course of the plane, and he has sent threatening text messages before, so the necessary network and hardware equipment must be indispensable, can you narrow it down?"

Jack said as he compared the appearance of a satellite receiver pot.

"There is not much hope, with a little proper camouflage of the radar antenna and satellite receiver, even a helicopter low-altitude search is likely to be missed."

Red touched his chin and began to ponder against the map.

Jack continued to use his brain, "The people of David Mashak and the gang we caught earlier, they often hunt around there, you can ask them if they find anything suspicious on a daily basis, or have seen similar people. ”

Seeing Hodchner nodding at her, Jiejie immediately understood, and went out to find the commander, Major Reardon.

"It's probably too late to search door-to-door, and it's clear that Vashr can't be targeting a deserted area anymore, he needs a strong location that can cause huge casualties and cause concern."

Emily's words made Rosie think, "We speculated that the previous crash was just a test, and if his goal was to crash and kill people, then he actually failed. ”

"The co-pilot is still alive." Hodchner blurted out.

"Yes, such a highly intelligent person is usually extremely conceited, and perhaps failing to fully achieve his goals will expose his flaws." Rossi voiced his guess.

Jack immediately understood what he meant, and said to Garcia, who didn't hang up the video, "Beauty, I remember asking you to help screen the sources of threats against Frank Canforth and his wife on the Internet before, do you have any results?" ”

Garcia snorted, seemingly upset that everyone had forgotten about her.

"I've screened through and found a suspicious post, and his reply is 'Unfortunately, this bastard was too lucky, but only once!' , but in less than half an hour he deleted his own statement.

The guy who spoke hid his IP address and used dozens of 'broilers', and I've followed him around the world for most of the world. ”

"The fair duel is over, my dear, immediately find foreign aid to enter, we don't have time." Jack urged.

Garcia rolled his eyes, "I've already looked for it, she said give her ten minutes, but let you treat her to grilled fish when you go back." ”

Everyone on the side listened inexplicably, although they all knew Justin, the poor girl on the farm who looked a little different, but except for Jiejie, who had just left, no one knew that she was actually a top hacker.

At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps outside the door, and Jiejie and the commander, Major Reardon, appeared in the doorway.

"I just finished a phone call with the President, and based on your profile, the higher-ups believe that the other side is intent on creating a second 911-like attack, and the President agrees with that, and he has just given orders to the North American Aerospace Defense Command.

Two F-22s took off urgently, and if necessary, we shot down Transocean Airlines Flight 61. ”

Convex (艹) convex

Everyone's faces were ugly, and Jack also cursed in his heart, so unlike in his previous life, the first air-to-air shooting down record of the F-22 fighter was going to change from a high-altitude weather balloon produced by Seris to its own large passenger plane, right?

Jie Jie quietly rolled her eyes at the black female major beside her, "I just asked David Mashak's gang, they haven't heard of Washel or anyone who fits a similar description, and they haven't found unknown facilities nearby. ”

"Let's go first, let's take two cars and head to Tower Hill, waiting for Garcia to send the latest coordinates on the way." Hodgner ordered.

Although the order to shoot down was to avoid more casualties, the thought of a passenger plane carrying more than 300 people and the reason for the downing was due to the psychological profile of their own team, everyone felt very uncomfortable.

The only thing we can do now is to stop each other as much as possible before this tragedy happens.

Jack drove Rosie and Jiejie, stepped on the accelerator directly, and rushed out first, and on the way he directly called Justin.

Ignoring the pleasantries, he asked directly, "Is there a way to use hacking methods to cut off Washir's invasion of Flight 61?" ”

Justin no longer needs to use an electronically synthesized voice to talk to Jack, and her real voice is directly recognized by Rosie, which attracts his frequent sideways.

"I can't do it for the time being, he's already discovered me, and I won't be able to break through his defense network in a short time, but you can go over and smash his system in person, this mole still thinks he's hiding well."

After saying that, Justin sent a latitude and longitude coordinates.

"Well done, Justin!" Jack slapped the steering wheel excitedly.

As he spoke, another call came in, it was Rilo Pox.

"Agent Tawoller, Agent Hodgner, it's a three-way call now, Flight 61 just turned off ACARS (Communications Addressing Reporting System), but the course has been recalibrated and it's still heading towards Washington, DC."

So Washington, D.C., is Vashil's "Hiroshima," and there is no goal more striking than a nation's capital. Hodgner, who was in the other car, said.

(End of chapter)