50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 774 Robbery
The plane was less than 1 kilometer above him, and because of the noise inside the cabin, he did not notice how the other plane appeared in advance.

He immediately opened up his spatial dimension to check on the other party's situation.

It turned out that it was a B-52 strategic bomber on a routine patrol, and he even found several H bombs in the aircraft's cabin.

Soon, radios tried to contact him, and he didn't refuse, immediately initiating a conversation.

"This is America Air Force, calling C-141 below. Where are you from?"

"This is a cargo plane from America Pinkerton, registration number: XXXX, currently empty, destination: Hong Kong Island. My flight route has been reported to all countries."

After a while, B-52's reply finally came: "So you're flying to the Russian bear's house? Hehe, good luck."

Then, the B-52 behind him made a turn, gained altitude, and quickly moved away from him before disappearing from his radar.

Looking at the other aircraft's flight path, Sun Zhiwei realized that it must have been cruising at a much higher altitude. He remembered that the B-52's service ceiling was 15000 meters.

Often, it should be hidden in or even above thick clouds.

Aircraft radar located below the clouds is generally difficult to detect because of the cloud cover.

No wonder he couldn't see the planes here; they were all right above his head.

After this little incident, Sun Zhiwei is now completely sober, but he still hasn't made any adjustments to the aircraft's autopilot. He continues to fly in a straight line, determined not to deviate from the applied flight path.

The Arctic Ocean covers an area of ​​1450 million square kilometers and has a diameter of about 3800 kilometers. Theoretically, it would take him another 4 hours to fly to reach the coastline of the Russian bear's home.

Before reaching the vicinity of the North Pole center, Sun Zhiwei detected several more aircraft entering the radar's detection range, but none of them approached or contacted him again.

Sun Zhiwei guessed that those were all America's planes. The first B-52 must have informed his comrades about the situation of his C-141, which is why he was not questioned further.

After flying for about three more hours, long after passing the North Pole, and feeling that we were almost close to the Russian bear's home, the radar issued another warning.

A plane was approaching him directly in front of him. Soon the plane came into his line of sight.

As the plane approached, Sun Zhiwei quickly recognized its model: the Russian Tu-95 strategic bomber, with its four sets of eight super-large propellers that were easily recognizable.

The other aircraft was descending, but it seemed to have encountered turbulence, and its wings swayed from side to side for a while. However, it quickly stabilized its fuselage and turned around to fly alongside him.

Soon, the other party used a common radio frequency to inquire about the situation, but they were speaking Russian. Fortunately, Sun Zhiwei's Russian was quite good.

He recounted the situation of the aircraft in Russian.

"This is a cargo plane from America Pinkerton, registration number: XXXX, currently empty, destination: Hong Kong Island. My flight route has been reported and approved by your country."

This time, however, the other party did not seem satisfied with his answer.

"I have not received your registration information. I require you to follow me to the designated airport for a full inspection."

Upon hearing this, Sun Zhiwei felt like cursing.

He had sensed something was wrong earlier; the other party's speech was somewhat slurred when they asked him questions, and the wings were swaying from side to side when they approached.

He hadn't thought about it much at the time, but now, hearing the second sentence again, he began to understand. Damn, this driver had definitely been drinking, quite a lot; his tongue was practically tied, which was why he was speaking unclearly.

This drunken pilot was clearly looking for trouble.

The Russian economy isn't doing too well right now. If his American C-141 is fully loaded with cargo, he can just land at their airport and take some goods without anyone blaming him.

Sun Zhiwei, however, did not want to waste time with a drunkard. He immediately used spatial cutting to sever the fuel pipeline of the Tu-95's right wing engine.

But he kept speaking into the radio, "Hello, can you hear me? This is a cargo plane from America Pinkerton, registration number: XXXX, currently..."

At this point, the pilot inside the Tu-95 had already noticed the anomaly in his aircraft.

The two engines on the right side have stalled. This is at an altitude of 10,000 meters. If we are not careful, the plane could crash and we could lose our lives today.

All the spare pilots on board were awakened, and the crew immediately began reporting the situation to their home base and searching for the nearest airport to prepare for an emergency landing.

Sun Zhiwei, having clearly seen the chaotic situation inside the Tu-95, continued to call out, "Hello, hello, can you hear me? This is America Pinkerton."

But now, no one in the Tu-95 has time to care about Sun Zhiwei's civilian transport plane.

The pilot and co-pilot were now completely sober. They shouted as they tried to control the flight attitude and attempt to restart the two engines. Everyone was doing their best to save their lives.

Behind the C-141, the Tu-95's speed continued to decrease, its altitude also began to drop, and it started to change its flight path, quickly disappearing from Sun Zhiwei's radar detection range.

Sun Zhiwei called several more times on the public channel, and only after receiving no response did he turn off the transponder and continue along the established route.

After this unsuccessful robbery, he began to have some doubts about his previous decision to choose this route.

Is life in the Russian family already becoming unbearable? It's only 1986, and there are still five years until the Russian family splits up.

Even strategic bomber pilots are thinking of hijacking civilian transport planes. How difficult must their lives be to resort to such a desperate measure?

He can no longer guarantee that he can safely cross the entirety of Siberia.

For most of the rest of the journey, he was flying over the territory of the Russian bear, and he could encounter other patrol aircraft from the Russian bear's territory at any time.

This kind of mid-air hijacking could happen again at any time; he can't just let the other planes he encounters malfunction every time.

Once or twice could be considered a coincidence, but if it malfunctions three or four times, even a ghost would know there's something wrong with it.

At that point, as long as he doesn't use his spatial abilities to wreak havoc, he'll be forced to make an emergency landing at the enemy's airfield, and then it won't just be a matter of losing some supplies.

The danger after the forced landing wasn't great; the other party was a poor guy, and intercepting him would only mean getting some supplies.

However, if the other party is too greedy, they may find some fabricated charges to detain him and his plane, and then extort a ransom from Pinkerton.

This delay won't just be a day or two. But the Queen's visit is only a few days away, and the family is waiting for this car; he can't afford to waste any more time.

(End of this chapter)