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Chapter 1801 Big Event (rd update, please subscribe)
The night sky over the Indian Ocean is dark and sparse stars dot the night sky.

Asia-Europe Airlines Flight YC407 - a C707 passenger plane is flying steadily above the clouds at a cruising altitude of meters.

It was night time, and most passengers in the cabin had closed their sun visors and were asleep. Only a few reading lights were on, and a few people were still reading books or documents.

Although it is a holiday, there are still some people continuing their work there. For those who often work overseas, they have long been accustomed to this situation.

In the back row of the economy class, flight attendant Amy was quietly clearing away the food trays. Her movements were skillful and quiet, so as not to disturb any passenger's rest. The hum of the engine, the sound of the air conditioner's airflow, and the occasional snoring merged into one in the cabin.

"Ma'am, would you like another glass of water?" Amy leaned over and asked a awake passenger, her voice very low.

The passenger shook his head and pointed to the earphones in his ears, indicating that he was listening to music.

Amy smiled and nodded, continuing to patrol forward. At this moment, she noticed the passenger in the back aisle seat - the registration list showed that his name was "Oyama Kenichi", and he seemed to be a Japanese East African. There were many Japanese laborers in East Africa, and some of them had already obtained East African nationality. He quietly stood up and took out a black hard-shell suitcase from the overhead luggage compartment.

Amy frowned. Passengers usually don't pick up luggage on night flights, especially such heavy-looking suitcases. She watched the Asian-looking man - about 40 years old, wearing a plain dark blue polo shirt and khaki pants, with nothing special about his appearance - carrying the suitcase to the bathroom at the rear of the plane.

"gentlemen,"

Amy followed quickly.

"How can I help you?"

Dashan turned around, with a polite and restrained smile on his face, and said to the flight attendant in front of him:
"No, thank you. I just need to get something."

His words were spoken with a slight accent, his tone smooth and unnatural.

Amy nodded professionally, but her instincts told her that something was wrong. She watched Dashan enter the bathroom and lock the door, and decided to check again later. A passenger in business class pressed the call bell, and she turned to deal with it.

In the bathroom, Dashan worked quickly and quietly. He opened the suitcase, took out a metal tool box, and then took out a small key from the inside pocket. The tool box made a slight "click" sound when it opened, and various tools and parts were neatly arranged inside.

He moved very quickly and soon sorted the parts out on the sink.

Five minutes later, the bathroom door lock turned slightly. Dashan looked into the aisle to confirm that no one was there, then winked at a man sitting in the back row of the cabin. The man immediately stood up, took out a similar black box from the luggage compartment, and walked to the bathroom.

In this way, in the next half an hour, five passengers stood up one by one, each carrying a suitcase into the same bathroom. Amy was busy serving other passengers and only vaguely noticed the abnormality, but when she saw someone walking towards the tail bathroom for the third time, her professional sensitivity made her decide to check it out.

Just as she was about to move, a faint metallic collision sound came from the direction of the bathroom, like the sound of tools or parts hitting each other. Amy's heartbeat accelerated - this was definitely not the sound that a normal passenger would make.

She walked quickly to the bathroom and knocked gently on the door.

"Sir, is everything ok? The plane is about to encounter some turbulence, please return to your seat as soon as possible."

There was a sudden silence inside the door. After a few seconds, a calm voice responded:

"I'll be right there, thank you for your concern."

Just as Amy was hesitating whether to report this abnormality, the sound of a baby crying in the front of the economy class distracted her attention. Soon, she walked over and helped the mother calm the passenger.

In the bathroom, beads of sweat oozed from Dashan's forehead. On the sink in front of him, the parts of two Scorpion submachine guns had been assembled. This Czech-made weapon has become a favorite of terrorists because of its small size and powerful firepower - the total length is only 270 mm, the buttstock can be folded, it uses a 20 or 30-round magazine, and the rate of fire is as high as 1150 rounds per minute.

"hurry up,"

He urged his companions in a low voice using somewhat stiff language.

"Check the vest."

A young man was assembling the final part of his explosive vest, inserting a pipe bomb into a pre-sewn pocket. His fingers were shaking slightly, but his movements were steady.

Soon a bomb vest was neatly hung on the hook behind the door, which was enough to destroy everything.

"For Libya, for the people of the Middle East, for the defeat of the imperialists, for freedom for the world!"

Dashan whispered, inserted the last magazine into the submachine gun, pulled the bolt and said:
"Today we will make history. We will launch the most fierce attack on the imperialists!"

He took a deep breath, put on a bomb vest over his shirt, and signaled his companions to get ready.

The five men quickly equipped themselves, their eyes filled with a mixture of fanaticism and determination.

Dashan yanked open the bathroom door.

Inside the cabin, Amy was comforting a crying baby.

Suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps came from behind. The moment she turned around, her heart almost stopped beating - a man wearing a bomb vest and several terrorists holding submachine guns were rushing to various parts of the cabin.

In an instant, she was stunned!

"No one is allowed to move!"

Dashan roared loudly, the sound was like thunder in the closed cabin.
“This is a hijacking!”

The passengers were awakened from their sleep, and confusion quickly turned into fear. Everyone looked at these terrorists in panic. Wang Changan was also awakened. It was true that he was an employee of the International Grain Company, but at the same time, he was also a special forces soldier of the SEAF Special Air Service Regiment. After graduating from college, he served in the army for three years.

He immediately opened his eyes from his doze, his muscles instinctively tensed, and he immediately assessed the situation.

"Get down!"

The sudden change made him lie down like everyone else, but he was also observing these terrorists and their actions. They had submachine guns, knives, and even bomb vests in their hands.

Although he had never encountered such a thing, he still realized that this sudden incident would threaten all of them. What do these terrorists want to do?
Is there any way to stop them?

But how can I stop them with my bare hands?
Although Wang Changan is a special forces soldier and has received rigorous military training, this does not mean that he can knock down several terrorists armed with submachine guns and bombs with his bare hands!
In the middle of the economy class, a young mother instinctively hugged her child tightly in her arms, and the child's crying was gently covered by her palms, for fear that the child's crying would anger the terrorists.

"Now, I declare that this plane has been taken over by us. In order to get everyone's cooperation... I have decided..."

Dashan said loudly, and then strode towards an Indian man. Abdullah looked at the terrorist walking towards him in fear.

"You, what are you going to do?"

"stand up."

Faced with the terrorists' orders, Abdullah had no choice but to obey.
"First, sir, what are you, what are you going to do?"

Before he could react, Dashan pulled out a utility knife from his waist, pushed the blade open with a "swish", and then with a flash of cold light, the blade slashed across Abdullah's throat.

Blood splattered on the seats and ceiling. Abdullah, whose throat was cut, staggered back, covering the wound with his hands in vain, his eyes filled with disbelief and horror, and then he fell heavily on the aisle, twitching a few times before no longer moving.

Screams swept through the entire cabin like a tide.

"Quiet!"

One of the terrorists pointed his gun at another Indian without saying a word and pulled the trigger.

The sound of gunfire was deafening in the enclosed space. The Indian fell to the ground with blood mist gushing out of his chest.

"This will be the fate of the next person who disobeys!"

If anyone pays attention, they will find that the chickens they kill are all Indian, not SEA. What's going on?

Amy resisted the urge to vomit and forced herself to stay calm. She saw two terrorists escorting the cabin crew chief towards the cockpit.

In the cockpit, Captain Robert and co-pilot Sang Dongwei were chatting as usual, occasionally looking at the flight instruments. After the plane took off, it was mostly flying automatically.

Suddenly, there was a rough knock on the cabin door.

"Captain, there is an emergency that requires your attention."

The purser's voice came, but the tone seemed different from usual, but Robert didn't realize that.

The moment the door opened, Sang Dongjie saw the muzzle of the terrorist's gun.

"There's a gun!"

Sang Dongjie shouted and rushed towards the alarm button, but after a gunshot, he covered his shoulder in pain, blood gushing out from between his fingers.

"Okay, Mr. Captain, we have taken control of the plane now. In order to avoid unnecessary casualties, please cooperate. After all, we don't want any accidents to happen."

The terrorist holding the submachine gun sneered, turned the gun towards Robert, and said:
"Now, adjust your course and fly to Amman. Don't try anything stupid, or something will happen that none of us want to see."

As he spoke, he showed Robert the bomb on his chest and said:

"After all, we don't mind sacrificing our lives!"

Meanwhile, Dashan made a statement over the in-flight PA system in a voice that was eerily calm:

"Ladies and gentlemen, you have become participants in our operation. Please remain quiet and cooperate with our requests for your own safety. Any resistance will result in immediate execution."

He paused, then made an even more chilling announcement:
"Now, I need to explain to you the purpose of this action. My comrades and I are not carrying out this action to be your enemy, but to resist the atrocities of SEA and to expose the brutality of SEA to the world. We are all warriors who are ready to die gloriously. For your own safety, I hope you can cooperate with our actions! Instead of making fearless sacrifices!"

Dashan, holding a submachine gun in his hand, cast his eyes on the passengers in the cabin, and said solemnly:
"I know that the men among you have military service experience, and you may want to be a hero. But before you do, look at the women and children around you. This is on a plane. If the bomb explodes, everyone will die!"

Faced with such a warning, Wang Changan immediately became helpless. He looked at the passengers around him, including women and children. Looking at the nervous women and ignorant children, he clenched his fists. At this time, he heard a sigh from the side. It was a sigh from a man. He also clenched his fists. Obviously, the terrorist's words touched his heart.

Dashan was very satisfied with the passengers' reactions. He said a few words to the person next to him, and then said:
"Well, gentlemen, thank you for your cooperation. Today, the world will witness our strength!"

The plane turned in the night and flew towards Country Y. This was the beginning of this nightmare in the air...

(End of this chapter)