I’m a Detective In the Marvel World

At 6:20 in the morning, at London International Airport, a Boeing 747 from United Airlines is starting to board.

Soon this large civil aviation plane, which was almost full of passengers, slowly entered the runway, gradually accelerated, and then soared into the sky. For the next seven and a half hours, it will fly at an altitude of 8,000 meters from the ground until it arrives at New York International Airport.

Twenty minutes later, the plane entered the autopilot state, and passengers could unbuckle their seat belts and move freely. The flight attendants also began to get busy, preparing food and blankets for the passengers.

When a stewardess took the elevator down to the storage compartment on the next floor and was about to get food, she didn't pay attention, and a burly man also came down. Before the stewardess could yell out, he grabbed her by the neck and slammed into the iron cabinet next to her.

Blood splattered from the flight attendant's forehead, she fell to the ground, her body twitched weakly, and she couldn't breathe.

The man looked at the corpse on the ground indifferently, walked to the innermost part of the storage compartment, and pulled out a large suitcase from a cabinet that was supposed to hold blankets. He dragged his suitcase into the elevator, and when he climbed up, his companions were already waiting at the door.

Opening the suitcase, it was filled with guns and ammunition.

These people quickly divided their weapons, and then rushed to their predetermined location according to the pre-rehearsed plan.

"Sit down, everyone sit down for me!"

"If you, Malefak, don't want to die, sit back for me!"

"Didn't you hear what I said? Sit down... sit down!"

There were screams one after another in the plane, and the panicked passengers all sat obediently in their seats under the gunpoint of the black hole.

And two men rushed to the cockpit door in the first place. They pinpointed the timing very precisely. At this time, the stewardess was delivering the coffee to the captain. The cockpit door was not completely closed, and the two rushed in through the door.

"Don't move, this plane is listening to me now." With cold muzzles on the heads of the captain and co-pilot, a man said grimly, "Turn off the radio for me first, and turn on the plane's internal communication system." , don’t move around, I know how to fly a plane. If you are stupid, at worst, I will drive it, understand?”

The captain swallowed hard, nodded slightly, slowly stretched out his hand, and pressed a few buttons on the densely packed instruments in front of him.

The man gestured to another companion, stared at the two captains and co-pilots, and escorted the flight attendant who delivered the coffee out of the cockpit. At this time, a middle-aged man with a short body and thinning hair slowly walked over.

"Badawi, we have taken control of this plane."

The middle-aged man nodded slightly when he heard the words, looked at the terrified stewardess, and smiled slightly: "This beautiful lady, please go back below and comfort the passengers, how about it? Don't worry, as long as you cooperate, we will It will never hurt you."

At the same time, a public phone called the Pentagon in the United States.

"...if you want to rescue these 235 passengers and crew, you must release our great leader Harveys. Only when he waits on a private jet and calls us, we will land safely in Washington Airport. To We'll release half of the passengers in exchange for fuel. Then we'll fly to Verostan, where we'll release the rest of the passengers..."

"...Don't play tricks, or you will wait to pay tribute to these 235 people..."

In the Pentagon, the face of the minister of the Ministry of National Affairs can be covered with frost, and the conference room is full of other senior officials and generals of the Ministry of National Affairs. And on the huge display screen opposite,

President Robert's face was also very ugly: "Who can explain to me, who is this so-called Harveys?"

The minister of the country made a gesture, and James frowned and said: "Mr. President, Harveys is the leader of a terrorist organization active in the Middle East and Europe. Our anti-terrorist team launched an attack in Hallestan two weeks ago. He was captured and is currently being held in prisons in our allies for a secret interrogation."

"Did anything come out of the trial?" Robert said angrily, "Now that the hijacking incident has been exposed to the media, if that Harveys is not of much value, then we can..."

"Mr. President, we do not negotiate with terrorists."

The minister of the country suddenly interrupted Robert's words and shouted in a deep voice.

Robert's face turned cold in an instant: "Of course I won't negotiate with terrorists, but we also have to consider the innocent people on the plane. Should we just watch them die with terrorists?"

James waved his hand and said, "Mr. President, now we suspect that this hijacking incident is just a smoke bomb, and they may want to create even more terrifying damage."

"Evidence, James, I want evidence." Robert knocked on the table vigorously, "Don't be like last time, the information has not been clarified, so you rush to report it. You must know that since the post-9th generation, we in the United States have suffered every day. Terrorist threats, if we have to investigate one by one without evidence, then our country would have been messed up."

"There is evidence this time, Mr. President." James opened the folder in front of him and showed two photos, "Three months ago, a secret military warehouse in the UK was stolen, and a ton of VX sarin gas was hidden inside. The bomb went missing. We suspected that Harveys was behind it and that's why we arrested him."

"After this period of interrogation, although Harveys did not disclose the specific whereabouts of the poisonous gas, he admitted that the poisonous gas was in the hands of his confidant, Badawi."

James put down the photo and said in a deep voice, "I am very familiar with Badawi. He is a fanatic. He is the one who planned many terrorist attacks in the Western world. So now I suspect that the poison gas is on the plane. And his purpose is to use this plane to attack us."

"For example... detonate the poison gas bomb when the plane lands at Washington Airport. By that time, not only 235 people will die." James took a deep breath, "It is no exaggeration to say that at least the entire East Coast There will be great losses.”

Robert frowned: "That VX gas is so powerful?"

"Let me make an analogy." James took out a pen, dipped it in his water glass, and then flicked it on the table, "Just that drop of water, if it was VX gas, then there would be no water in this room." There will be people alive."

Everyone's faces became even uglier.

"Then, does the Ministry of National Affairs have a rescue plan?" Robert gritted his teeth. "You can't let the plane enter the national border, and at the same time rescue all passengers safely. Have you worked out a plan?"

James and the others looked at each other. After a while, James hesitated and said, "We have worked out a plan to prevent planes from entering the border."

"What do you want to do?"

"Firing a missile at a plane?"

"Are we going to destroy our own plane?" Robert's eyes widened. "Are you crazy?"

Minister Guo Fang coughed dryly, and said in a deep voice, "This is a sacrifice we had to take to avoid greater losses. Don't worry, Mr. President, after shooting down the plane, I will take the blame and resign and take full responsibility for this operation."