Super Black Technology

(The baby is bitter, the baby is wronged, and the baby doesn't say it. Big guys, please collect it, ask for a ticket, woo woo woo.)

Time back to a few minutes ago.

At this time, the White House has finished the dinner and is holding a dance.

The first dance was danced by President Obama and his wife. In the clear dance music, the two walked along with the beat...

The guests all paid attention.

Just when the first song is about to end.

The one who rushed onto the dance floor in a sudden disregard of etiquette was the Secretary of State of the United States.

"Mr. President, a diplomatic emergency. A diplomatic note from the United Kingdom stating that their Foreign Secretary is on that flight."

"what? What?!"

The music stopped suddenly, and Obama and Hughes uttered horror at the same time.

These two horrified sounds silenced the audience, and everyone wondered why the two were so flustered.

"There were also two members of the British royal family on that flight. The British government called and they came to the United States for a private tour."

Damn it! Could this excuse be any worse? This is obviously because we are afraid that we will not agree to your diplomatic visit, so let's just cut it first and then play it?

"God, something big is going to happen!" Obama and Hughes rushed out of the ball hall in great panic.

Notify the Department of Defense! Quickly notify the Atlantic Fleet!

...

As soon as he left the hall, Obama quickly dialed the private number of the old white man.

"Dingling!" "Dingling!"

Quick, quick, quick! At this moment, Obama was anxious to jump.

When is it bad to play diplomacy, do you have to play it at this time?

Although the United States has mastered anti-nuclear weapons, we don't want to go to war with the United Kingdom, let alone the European Union.

Well, if the foreign secretary and members of the British royal family are dead, then everyone will have to go to war.

Hughes also watched anxiously as Obama made the phone call.

In his heart, he almost greeted the women of the whole family of the British government a hundred times, a thousand times, tens of thousands of times...

Damn, you guys are actually giving your life to escort Alice.

Ruthless, ruthless enough! You guys are awesome!

"Hello, Mr. President."

After 5 seconds, the phone was finally connected.

Obama yelled urgently: "Stop the action, stop the action now! Quick, quick!"

Hearing this, the old white man who was in the Ministry of Defense looked down at the time. At this moment, his heart suddenly tightened.

Seems like it's too late? !

...

Atlantic Ocean, above the sky.

The Airbus airliner carrying more than 200 people is flying automatically according to the route.

At this time, a red fault icon appeared on the display screen in the cab. This means the aircraft has lost contact with the ground tower.

"Call tower! This is flight 179, hello... call tower! Hello..."

"The plane has no communication signal!"

The two pilots were a little flustered. Logically speaking, it is impossible for communication signals to be interrupted in such clear weather.

what happened?

Sudden!

An unusual object appeared on the flight's radar, flying from afar at supersonic speed. According to radar mapping, the abnormal object turned out to be——

"Missile! It's a missile!"

The two pilots were horrified. Who wants to attack us? We are civilian airliners!

"Pull up the plane!"

The lead pilot immediately switched to manual flight mode, then yanked the stick.

At this moment, the huge momentum caused the nose of the plane to tilt directly, and then climbed rapidly to the sky...

In the cabin, all the passengers suddenly leaned back, their bodies tilted more than 20 degrees. The stewardesses who were serving the passengers all fell to the ground, and a waiter even hit the fuselage, his forehead was ruptured and blood flowed...

The sudden abnormality made everyone panic.

"What's wrong, what happened?"

"Yeah, how did you fly the plane?"

"I want to complain to your airline!"

However, just as the passengers complained, the shrill siren sounded sharply inside the passenger plane. Accompanied by this, the captain's horrified roar sounded on the radio:

"Missiles are coming! Missiles are coming! Everyone fix their bodies, everyone fix their bodies!"

What? missile? ! Oh, MYGOD!

At this moment, both flight attendants and passengers hurriedly grabbed hold of the fixed objects around them.

Alice also clutched the armrest tightly, her face turned pale.

how so? I just went to the United States to go to school, how could I encounter a missile attack by such a coincidence, could it be terrorists?

At this time, in the seat five rows ahead of her, the British Foreign Secretary's face was ashen. He knew that this could never be a terrorist, but——

U.S!

It is the United States who is doing the trick!

...

cockpit.

"The missile is still locked on us, still locked on us!" The co-pilot reported the situation profusely.

Hearing this, the lead pilot became ruthless and yanked the joystick again. The nose of the plane tilted up again, and the angle has been tilted by as much as 35 degrees.

"No more upgrades, our body can't bear it!"

The main pilot turned a deaf ear, still desperately pulling the joystick...

In the cabin, everyone's body also tilted 35 degrees suddenly, and some of them could hardly hold on to it.

"Help... help! HELP!" A panicked cry for help suddenly sounded.

It was Alice, it was Alice!

At this moment, the passengers around Alice were startled, and then all looked at Alice regardless of their own safety.

However, at this moment, Alice's hand holding onto the seat was slipping, and she was about to break free from the restraint of the seat belt and slide towards the back row...

not good! The target person is in danger!

At this moment, the fuselage shook violently again.

Alice couldn't hold on to the armrest anymore, and her whole body suddenly fell back. That pretty face was full of despair...

At this critical moment, two hands stretched out from the front row, and instantly grabbed Alice's body.

One pair is a man's hand and the other is a woman's hand. It turned out to be them——

The Smiths? !

They actually sat in the front row of Alice?

...

Will the U.S. air defense missile lose its target because of the turning of the passenger plane?

Obviously, impossible!

As the flight climbed upwards, the death missile followed closely and fine-tuned its direction, still firmly locked on to the target.

What is the flight speed of a civil airliner? Up to 0.8 Sonic.

And what is the flight speed of this missile? Twice the speed of sound.

The gap between them is nearly three times. With such a huge gap, can the flight escape the scythe of death?

"It's still locked on us, can't get rid of it, can't get rid of it!"

In the night sky, the death missile approached the flight at supersonic speed, trailing a blazing tail flame.

8 kilometers.

7 km.

6 km.

"It's over, we're over!"

The two pilots were completely desperate. This is not a fighter jet, but a civilian airliner. They have done their best. However, it still cannot change the murderous intent of death.

Today's modern military weapons are already extremely intelligent, how can civilian airliners escape the attack of missiles?

impossible! Totally impossible!

5 km.

4 km.

At this moment, the lead pilot let go of his hands controlling the plane. He gave up completely, and he made prayer movements, as if saying his last prayer to God...

At this moment, the co-pilot wasn't shouting anymore, he closed his eyes and resigned himself to his fate...

The death missile is getting closer and closer, and it is already visible to the naked eye.

3 km.

2 km.

Just then, suddenly!