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Chapter 1802 The Largest Attack in History (First Update, Please Subscribe)
When the sun jumped out of the sea horizon and the morning light just fell on Chang'an, the city had not yet woken up from the night. At this time, most people were still asleep.

Although there is no habit of overtime work in SEA, there are still many institutions that have night shifts, especially some special institutions such as the police, hospitals and other institutions.

Of course, the Investigation Bureau is one of them.

The investigation bureau was quiet in the early morning. Only a few people were on duty there. In a few hours, the place would return to its usual bustle.

And at this moment it was silent here.

An Hongtao threw the tennis ball against the opposite wall, caught it steadily when it bounced back, and threw it again. A somewhat obvious mark had formed on the wall - one gray mark after another, which was the mark left by him repeating this action countless times over the past year.

For him, it's a way to pass the time every night.

"Night 232..."

An Hongtao muttered to himself as he caught the bouncing tennis ball.

"Still not a damn phone call."

Emergency Contact Room - One of the most boring positions in the Intelligence Agency. A metal desk, two red telephones, a notebook, and four bare concrete walls.

My job is to wait for the phone to ring. The phone will only ring when an emergency occurs, so in theory, it is best if this phone never rings.

An Hongtao checked his watch - 5:17 a.m. There were still four hours and forty-three minutes before the shift was handed over.

That means he has only worked less than four hours in total up to now - it's so boring.

But what this job requires is patience.

Just then, one of the phones suddenly rang.

The piercing ringing sound exploded in the silent room. An Hongtao's hand trembled, and the tennis ball brushed past his fingertips and fell to the ground. His heart skipped a beat, and adrenaline instantly rushed into his blood vessels.

This is the first call in a year.

An Hongtao took a deep breath and picked up the receiver:
"Emergency Contact Room."

"Codename 'Nightingale' please confirm your identity."

A voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Ok."

An Hongtao's hands were shaking slightly, but his professional training helped him calm down quickly.

"Please report the password."

After quickly checking the password in the manual, An Hongtao continued.

"What happened?"

"Flight YC407 was hijacked over the Indian Ocean and has now adjusted its course to fly towards the Middle East."

He opened his notebook and wrote down the details:

"Received. Flight YC407 was hijacked over the Indian Ocean. It has adjusted its course and is now heading towards the Middle East."

Then, the call was suddenly hung up, leaving only a monotonous busy tone.

An Hongtao stared at the information in the notebook with a frown.

"Strange... hijackings... haven't happened before."

An Hongtao muttered to himself and was about to pick up the internal phone to report to his superiors when the phone suddenly rang again.

This time he answered faster:
"Emergency Contact Room, Agent An Hongtao."

"Codename 'Raven' confirmed, flight DL417 confirmed to be hijacked."

This time it was a deep male voice.

"We have adjusted our course and are heading towards the Middle East..."

Yet another plane has been hijacked.

An Hongtao quickly took notes. By this time, he had already discovered that something was wrong. The hair on the back of his neck stood up, and an ominous premonition spread in his heart.

Less than a minute later, the first phone rang again. Then the second one. The calls came one after another, and An Hongtao's hands were almost too busy to record them.

"Codename 'Mockingbird', Flight 1776 was hijacked."

"Codename 'Sparrow', flight 289 confirmed abnormal"

"Codename 'Eagle', Flight 451, pilot lost control."

Five planes. Five phone calls.

An Hongtao's shirt was already soaked with sweat, and the pen in his hand left trembling marks on the paper.

"Oh my god, what's going on?"

An Hongtao exclaimed in a low voice, tapping his fingers on the table unconsciously. Five commercial flights were hijacked at the same time? This is simply unheard of!

He picked up the internal phone and dialed the number of the duty supervisor with trembling fingers. After three rings, a sleepy voice came:

“Holland.”

"Sir, I'm An Hongtao from the emergency room."

An Hongtao tried hard to control the trembling of his voice.

"Just received reports from five independent sources that five commercial flights have been hijacked!"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for two seconds, and then Holander's voice became completely clear:
"What do you mean? Five? You mean there are five planes. Our plane was hijacked, right?"

"Yes, sir! All reports were received within the last ten minutes."

An Hongtao quickly flipped through the notebook and spoke as he reported.

"And they are all flying towards the Middle East." "Stay where you are, I'll be there soon."

Holland hung up the phone.

An Hongtao put down the phone and checked the messages he had just received again. His intuition told him that something big had happened today.

He looked at the notebook in front of him and suddenly realized a terrible fact:

The hijacking of five planes means that thousands of SEAs who were originally planning to go home for the New Year were held hostage by terrorists.

An Hongtao's stomach tightened. As an intelligence agent, he had dealt with various emergencies, but such a large-scale hijacking incident... This was like a scene from a nightmare.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and Director Holland strode in with a serious expression:

"Show me the records."

An Hongtao handed over the notebook and pointed out:
"Sir, there may be thousands of tourists held hostage on those planes. It is the Spring Festival travel season and every plane is full of people."

"Five? At the same time?"

Holland flipped through the records, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

"This doesn't make sense unless it's a coordinated action. That's right, a terrorist group attacked us on the same day!"

This does sound a bit ridiculous, how could they hijack so many planes at the same time?

An Hongtao swallowed his saliva:

"Boss, actually, you know, this is not difficult at all. We all know that airport security checks are full of loopholes even during normal times, not to mention during the Spring Festival travel rush. They just ask you to open your suitcase and take a look."

Although An Hongtao had never been on a field mission, he had learned about airport security in class when he was working at the special agent training school. Because there had been frequent hijacking incidents in Europe and the United States in the past decade, they had also conducted special research on this.

Relevant departments have also studied how to strengthen airport security, but in fact, there is not much they can do. In fact, all carry-on luggage must pass security checks - visually, which was more than a decade ago. 15 years ago, United Airlines Flight 629, a DC-6 aircraft, turned into a fireball in the air 11 minutes after taking off from Denver Airport. Later, there were many residues of explosives in the wreckage of the aircraft, and it was preliminarily determined that the explosion occurred in the luggage compartment at the tail of the aircraft.

The reason is that someone wanted to defraud insurance. For the high premium and his mother's inheritance, 23-year-old Jack Graham killed his mother and even sacrificed 43 other lives.
Two years later, Graham was executed.

From now on, all hand luggage must also pass security checks.

However, this type of security check only requires passengers to open their suitcases, conduct a simple visual inspection, and then release them. Bombs or other weapons can be carried in the compartments or inside objects in the suitcases.

"Besides, these planes originally took off from foreign airports, where security checks are more lax. Normally, they just check the luggage, but during the Spring Festival travel rush, they may not even check it."

What An Hongtao said was true. Although there is a strict security system in SEA airports, it does not mean that they can interfere with foreign airports. Therefore, airport security checks around the world are now ineffective. This is why in another time and space, hundreds of planes were hijacked in the past decade. It can even be said that if there is no plane hijacking one day, it may be abnormal.

Even though repeated hijackings led to the gradual upgrading of airport security and even the introduction of X-ray inspections of luggage, there were still many loopholes, and hijackings continued to occur frequently until the 1990s.

Holland nodded:
"That is to say, the terrorists boarded planes from airports in other countries, and then they might have met up at the Gulf airport. If they were in transit at the airport and did not leave, they would not need a second security check. Yes, that must be the case."

Analyzing the terrorists' route of action, Holander raised his brows and said:

"That means this must be a large-scale terrorist attack!"

"Yes, Boss. The only question is what their purpose is!"

Holland did not answer immediately, but picked up the internal phone:

"Connect me to the highest emergency line of security...Yes, code red. At the same time, notify the Aviation Administration. We need to immediately verify the true status of these flights, where they took off from, and the passenger list on the plane. We need this information."

After hanging up the phone, Holander turned to An Hongtao:

"Agent An, from now on, every word you record may be key intelligence. Stay alert and be prepared to receive more information."

An Hongtao nodded, feeling a chill running down his spine. Five planes. Based on the average passenger capacity, that's thousands of lives. If this is really a coordinated terrorist attack... the consequences are disastrous.

The first red phone rang again. An Hongtao and Holander exchanged glances, and then An Hongtao picked up the phone:
"Emergency Contact Room."

"Additional confirmation of flight 512 being hijacked."

There was an urgent voice on the other end of the line.

"This is the sixth one..."

An Hongtao put down the phone, his voice hoarse, another plane was hijacked!
"Sir, the situation is getting worse. Our planes have become flying targets. They are hijacking our planes, one after another."

Holland's face turned pale and he said:
"Oh my God...what on earth is going on?"

Even Holland, the chief of intelligence, was stunned by this unprecedented terrorist attack.

At the same time, six planes were hijacked by terrorists and thousands of passengers were taken hostage.

This kind of thing has never happened before.

He had never been exposed to such an efficient terrorist attack.

The air in the office seemed to freeze. An Hongtao felt dizzy. He had never thought that his ordinary night shift would become the front line of a national crisis.

"Continue to answer the phone and record all information."

Holland ordered, picking up another phone and dialing a number.

"Boss, it's me - we just received news that six planes were hijacked by terrorists. It has basically been confirmed that this is an unprecedented large-scale terrorist attack.

Yes, the news has been confirmed. The Aviation Administration has also confirmed the clues of the plane. They are currently adjusting the route and flying towards the Middle East.

Yes, they flew to the Middle East.

Yes, I want the emergency plan to be implemented immediately and the national emergency response protocol to be activated immediately.”

The other end of the phone was silent for a while, then said:

"Okay, immediately implement the emergency response protocol as planned. I'll be at the residence now."

(End of this chapter)