Super Black Technology

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"boom!"

Vibrating at high altitude, the death missile exploded instantly, turning into a huge burning fireball.

The passenger plane passed directly above the fireball, but fortunately it was far away, so the passenger plane was not affected by any impact.

The two pilots let out a long breath, and drops of sweat rolled down their faces...

What a thrill!

What happened just now? Could it be that the missile malfunctioned?

Of course not!

At this time, on the submarine, the Chief of Staff of the Atlantic Fleet also breathed a sigh of relief, sweating profusely.

Yes, he came to direct in person. After all, the fewer people who handle this kind of thing, the better. The more people you have, the more likely you are to be exposed.

It's really dangerous, if it is slower by 2 seconds, it is estimated that it will only be able to collect the body of the passenger plane.

Fortunately, at the last moment, he detonated the missile remotely. otherwise……

"Shut down the electronic interferometer!"

"Yessir!"

Moments later, the British flight was back in communication.

"This is the US Atlantic Fleet, and we are conducting temporary military exercises! The passenger plane above, you have entered the military restricted zone by mistake, please leave immediately!"

The chief of staff's ultimatum was transmitted to the communication channel of the airliner through the radio waves.

After receiving this ultimatum, the captain of the airliner wanted to scold his mother angrily.

In the Nimal Gobi, we have been driving according to the normal route. We did not expect to encounter missiles. If our pilots did not raise the distance and delay for a few seconds, we would have been destroyed by missiles.

Yeah, when did the sky above the high seas become a restricted military zone?

On the communication channel, the captain angrily scolded the US Atlantic Fleet: "I will sue you to the British government!"

"As you please!"

The chief of staff cut off the call, and a stone in his heart finally fell.

It's dangerous, but fortunately, I'm smart, and I made up a reason in an instant.

Let the Ministry of National Defense add a record of the military exercise and make it public at that time, so this incident should be perfunctory.

"Dive immediately and take me back to the Washington aircraft carrier!"

"Yessir!"

The submarine began to dive, and then rushed towards the Atlantic Fleet.

...

At high altitude, the passenger plane resumed its smooth flight.

The British Foreign Secretary broke into the captain's room with a livid face.

"How's the plane? Is there any damage? Will it make it to Boston on time?"

Hearing this, the captain quickly and respectfully replied: "Except for excessive fuel consumption, there is no other problem. When the time comes to switch the auxiliary fuel tank, we should be able to arrive in Boston on time!"

Hearing such a reply, the foreign minister felt a little better. At the same time, he was very happy in his heart.

Yes, just rejoice.

The United States should have received a diplomatic note and learned that they and the prince were also on this flight.

If this were not the case, the missile just now would have shot down the flight and destroyed Alice.

The US government is really ruthless!

Fortunately, Mr. Prime Minister and Her Majesty the Queen have superb political wisdom. They had already guessed that the United States would kill them, so they did not hesitate to arrange for themselves and two members of the royal family to board this flight together.

At present, it seems that the United States should have given up the assassination plan, and then everyone can reach Boston safely.

Moreover, this accident gave us a good excuse for the United Kingdom, which can be used as a negotiation condition.

Thinking in this way, the Foreign Secretary immediately took out his phone and reported the situation to Prime Minister Cameron...

...

With the smooth flight of the passenger plane, the passengers on board gradually calmed down their panic.

first class.

Alice looked at Mrs. Smith suspiciously.

She didn't understand why the MIB agent was also on this flight, and it happened to be sitting in the front seat of her all the time.

"Mrs. Smith! You... why are you here?"

Hearing this question, Mrs. Smith complained depressingly in her heart.

What do you mean we are here too? Did you think it was just the two of us? Except for the foreign minister and two members of the royal family, the first-class cabin of this flight is all people from our military intelligence bureau.

You didn't find anything! Is our make-up really that good?

But see, Mrs. Smith smiled slightly and said: "Hello, Miss Alice, we meet again. I will be your bodyguard from now on. I hope we can cooperate happily!"

What? Are you going to be my bodyguard? You are a senior agent of MI6, why would you come to be a bodyguard for a little guy like me?

Alice's eyes widened, and she looked at Mrs. Smith: "I...I'm going to study at Harvard University!"

"Hehe, it just so happens that I was also admitted to Harvard University, and I happened to go for further studies."

Hearing this, Alice was depressed and speechless.

What does Mrs. Smith want to do? What does the British government want to do?

At this moment, Alice, who is not deeply involved in the world, can't see through the fierce confrontation behind the scenes. Moreover, it is not only the British government who wants to do something, but the five major gangsters of the United Nations all want to do something.

...

France. Elysee Palace.

"Dingling!" "Dingling!"...

The phone in the President's office rang. Moments later, the French president answered the phone.

"Report: Miss A's (Alice) flight was hit by a missile just now!"

"What?!" The French President yelled in horror, and quickly asked, "How is Miss A doing now?"

"The missile has self-destructed, Miss A is safe now. We suspect it was done by the US military."

Hearing this, the French President hung up the phone. His brows were tightly furrowed, as if he was thinking about something rapidly in his heart.

Moments later, the French president called his assistant and spoke seriously.

"Notify our Atlantic Fleet and let them dispatch two carrier-based aircraft to escort until the flight safely reaches the US airspace!"

"Obey!"

Russia. Ministry of Defense Military Center.

On a huge electronic screen, the picture of the missile attacking the airliner just now was being played.

This was captured by a Russian military satellite from outer space.

Yes, it's such a coincidence!

"Report: The US submarine has left and the flight is safe!"

Hearing the report, a general in his 60s nodded, and at the same time ordered: "Continue to observe until the flight reaches the United States safely."

"yes!"

Far East China. National Security Agency.

Today, the always mysterious director of Bureau Nine walked out of the Security Bureau. He goes downtown to meet someone, a beautiful mysterious woman.

"This is your new mission, the identity has been arranged."

The mysterious woman took the file and flipped through it lightly.

"Are you sure that 'Watermelon' will go to Harvard University?" The woman asked softly.

"I'm sure! As long as Number 2 (Alice) doesn't die, he will definitely go!"

The mysterious woman nodded, turned and left with the document.

The director of the Ninth Bureau silently watched her off until he could no longer see the other party.

At this moment, the eyes of Director Ninth Bureau were a little moist, and his face was filled with sadness.

"'Sly Fox', the country will never forget you, I wish you peace!"

What? China's top agent "Sly Fox" turned out to be a woman?