Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 314 Arrest the President!

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Because the flight was only going to the airport runway and the purpose was simply to safely transport this group of people to a commercial airliner, the flight altitude was not high—through the helicopter window, Arsu could actually see the scenery near the airport more clearly.

The airport roads are gradually becoming congested, with many people blocking the entire terminal, and the runway is also crowded with people who are obviously not ground staff.

The fence was in a terrible state; several gaps, each wide enough for a person, were torn in the south side of the wire mesh, and people were climbing over it. Some were stepping on each other's backs to climb up, their fingers digging into the wire mesh, their trouser legs torn by the wire, their exposed calves covered in dirt; there were also women holding their children high above their heads, handing them to those inside the fence…

Various items were scattered on the track, suitcases were overturned on the concrete, a stroller was pushed to the edge of the track with its wheels still spinning slightly, and a child was even crying loudly on the ground, but no one paid any attention to it.

If it weren't for the staff stopping them, many people probably would have already rushed to the passenger planes.

Arsu was incredibly grateful for his decision... If he hadn't flown directly into the airport by helicopter and gotten next to the passenger plane, he might have faced unexpected risks no matter where he entered from on the ground.

It's very simple... because many airport staff also want to run away!
Arsu looked at the scene, exhaled, and sneered: "To be honest, we should thank Milton."

The last official to board the helicopter, who had witnessed his colleague, who had just been in a meeting, being punched off the helicopter, was somewhat puzzled: "Huh? Why thank Milton? If it weren't for him, we wouldn't be..."

Arsu pointed to the people surrounding the track and said, "Look closely, those people around the track are dressed, if not luxuriously, at least they look pretty good."

"Those who can be among the first to arrive either can afford a car, or at least a taxi, and a ticket... But the vast majority of them are heavily in debt. They have neither the means to escape nor the desire to escape. After all, if they follow us, their debts cannot be forgiven, right?"

"The same applies to many low-level employees at the airport... If Milton is insane and cruel, committing massacres in the next city he occupies and looting everyone's money, they will definitely rack their brains to escape and find a way to get on a plane. They will absolutely not be able to patiently continue working and wait for the new government to arrive."

Another official scoffed: "That's Milton deliberately trying to win people over! Look at all the crazy things he's done, look at the museum he built and that wall of flesh and blood. Once he really wins, he definitely won't keep up the act anymore... I heard that Milton randomly picks someone to eat every day."

“Who knows, ha.” Arsu withdrew his gaze. “Anyway, these people are the ones who are most afraid of being purged by Milton right now.”

Perhaps not all of them met the criteria for being purged by Milton, but those who lived relatively well under the old government naturally harbored resentment towards the new government—that's human nature.

If there were more people at the airport, the danger would be much higher.

As they drew closer to the terminal, Arsu instructed the soldiers beside him, "After we land, drive away any people who get close to us. We can't let them know which plane we boarded, understand?"

These soldiers, their hands also covered in blood, and having significant vested interests with Arsu, nodded without hesitation.

The squad leader, who was in charge, gave a malicious laugh: "That blind fool just now tried to tamper with the landing gear of a helicopter. I'd like to see if anyone dares to tamper with the landing gear of a passenger plane."

"Hahaha!"

"..."

Soon, two military UH-1s landed on the runway.

This area is quite far from the fence, and not many people have gathered here yet...

Arsu stepped off the helicopter and nodded in satisfaction: "Have the ground crew work harder, but of course, don't let them know which plane we're on. It's hard to say whether Milton has planted any spies among them. Hmm, never mind, let's just bring all the ground crew on board as well."

"Please put on your headgear first. We will split into two groups and board two different planes."

"understand!"

Arsu walked with the highest-ranking, most central, and closest people toward a passenger plane whose exterior features had been painted over—it was a wide-body Airbus A300, with a very luxurious first-class cabin.

The other officials walked toward another plane.

After boarding the plane, Arsu first looked around the first-class cabin—after all, it was a passenger plane, and no matter how luxurious it was, it couldn't compare to the presidential plane.

However, Arsu was still very satisfied with the overall environment.

Although the exterior was hastily painted to mislead, the interior luxury cannot be concealed. The seats are large, with armrests and headrests made of genuine leather. While the seats cannot be fully reclined into a bed, they recline at a great angle, allowing for several people to lie down. Each seat is almost completely partitioned, like an independent small box, separated by towering partitions, providing private space.

The moment you step onto the plane, the noise outside the window is completely shut out by the soundproof glass.

Economy class seats are sold to the general public, but first class and business class seats are mostly reserved for Arsu and his last remaining crew.

A rather pretty flight attendant approached and smiled, saying, "Mr. President, we have prepared a light meal and beverage menu for you during the flight. The chef recommends... the champagne is..."

Arsu nodded in satisfaction—the flight attendants had only just realized who they were serving, but the service was truly excellent.

Moreover, the pretty flight attendant was standing very, very close; I suspect she had some ulterior motives…

However, before Arsu could even make a move, the flight attendant who had just been smiling sweetly and serving him suddenly turned incredibly ferocious, her hidden hatred surging from her eyes. She abruptly grabbed a plastic dinner knife and stabbed it towards Arsu's neck.

"Tyrant! Dictator! You sent my brother to the battlefield, you kidnapped my father and sent him to the battlefield, you dragged my husband onto the conscription vehicle right in front of me!!!"

"Long live Mr. Milton!"

Boom!
As Arsu shrank back in terror, a gunshot rang out.

It was the guards who had been protecting Arsu who reacted quickly, drawing their pistols from their waists and pulling the triggers on the flight attendant's back—the bullet undoubtedly pierced her heart, knocking her to the ground.

"Your Excellency, are you alright?"

"Your Excellency the President..."

"..."

Many people rushed forward, but Arsu just stared at the woman lying on the ground, still in shock.

When she died, her eyes were still filled with intense hatred.

In the chaos and haste, Arsu had absolutely no way to conduct a complete background check on the airport staff...

Arsu looked at the corpses at his feet, still in shock—he hadn't expected his enemies to have grown to this extent, and at the same time, he was once again grateful that he had brought all his personal guards and taken a helicopter to bypass so many people.

On the plane, flight attendants can only secretly prepare a dinner knife, but who knows if those people who come in through the fence might be secretly hiding a handgun?
"Drag them away, drag them away now!" Arsu waved his hand with obvious disgust. "Get me a different seat... and everyone else, keep a close eye on these flight attendants, understand?"

"Roger that!"

"..."

After this failed assassination attempt, the entire plane became tense, and no one dared to make any further moves.

As for the expressions on the flight attendants' faces when they saw their colleague's body being roughly dragged away, no one cared at all.

After a while of delay, Arsu, who had changed positions, finally saw other planes at the airport making their movements.

Passengers began boarding planes via jet bridges or shuttle buses, planes started taking off from the airport runway, and crowds climbing over fences gradually approached. Arsu glanced around and first contacted the people on another plane.

"Did you all board the plane smoothly?"

"Everyone's boarded," a relaxed voice came from the other end. "Once we take off, we'll be able to escape this cage."

"Heh... Don't let your guard down." Arsu thought about what had just happened. "Just now, a flight attendant tried to kill me with a kitchen knife. If the soldiers I brought hadn't fired quickly enough, I would have been stabbed in the neck at least once!"

"Yes, sir!" Upon hearing that even the president had been assassinated, the people on the other end did not dare to be negligent. "I ordered all the soldiers to move. Not to mention the flight attendants, even the captain will be under our watch."

Arsu nodded and then asked, "Are there enough people?"

"To oversee the entire crew, we'd say we'd barely have enough people."

"That's good."

See you over there.

"Your Excellency, see you over there."

After hanging up the phone, Arsu turned his head and looked out the window again.

At this moment, the Airbus A300 he was on also connected to the jet bridge, and people began to board the plane and go to the economy class at the back. Although Arsu had closed the door to his room, just to be on the safe side, he turned his head to the side so that no one would know that the president was on this flight.

Boom boom boom...

While waiting for other passengers to board, Arsu continued to look out the window at the scenery.

Many people were running after a plane that was about to take off, and some even tried to rush over and grab the landing gear for the brief moment the plane stopped.

Some people even tried to cling to the plane's exterior!
When the plane came to a stop, these people could barely keep themselves from falling. You can imagine what a terrible scene it would be like after takeoff.

A number of fearless reporters were gathered nearby, frantically taking pictures.

"Ha...a bunch of idiots. But the flight time isn't long, so maybe some people will actually have a chance."

"..."

About 20 minutes later, just as Arsu was about to lose his patience, the boarding process was finally completed, the jet bridge was removed, and the plane started up at top speed and quickly arrived at the taxiway.

Meanwhile, reports continued to emerge that Milton had indeed not scrambled fighter jets to intercept the civilian airliner.

Fighting has begun on the outskirts of Guatemala City... In other words, even the most ruthless and insane Milton wouldn't dare shoot down a civilian aircraft.

Arsu made the right bet!

buzzing...

By this time, Arsu could see a large crowd gathering through the porthole... To be honest, at this moment he was still a little worried, worried that some jealous people might throw a stone at the plane engine or something.

To this end, Arsu repeatedly emphasized to the airport that more tickets would be released and that temporary ticket loans could be processed at the airport, while those who caused damage would be disqualified.

If these people still harbor some illusions, they won't dare to act recklessly.

Sure enough, those people outside didn't cause any damage; they just tried to climb onto the plane and grab the landing gear...

The engines of the Airbus A300 roared, pressing Arsu into his seat and carrying him into the sky.

As he watched the buildings recede into the distance outside the porthole, Arsu breathed a sigh of relief.

Now, whether to continue the resistance, become the leader of a government-in-exile, or simply flee abroad, there will be ample time to plan.

……

Quetzaltenango.

Milton looked at Flora, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank goodness... you managed to negotiate a satellite lease agreement with them at the last minute."

After the hijacking was completed, Flora led all the top negotiators from "Warwind Company," along with a large sum of dollars allocated by Milton, to discuss the purchase or lease of satellites with Ukraine and Russia.

Although the military satellite project is still pending, the civilian communications satellite project has been successfully negotiated without any obstacles.

Flora laughed heartily: "How about it? Wasn't it a timely help?"

"Has the satellite phone disguised as a mobile phone been delivered to Riley?"

“It’s been delivered. He can contact us anytime, anywhere, as long as he finds an opportunity.”

“Very good.” Milton nodded, then couldn’t help shaking his head. “Arsu is really ruthless. If we hadn’t negotiated the satellite lease contract this time, we might have really had to watch him escape.”

Upon learning of Arsu's escape plan, Milton couldn't think of a good solution at first—he wasn't a real terrorist, the enemy was shameless enough to use civilians and commercial airliners as shields, and the ground army couldn't completely occupy Guatemala City in a short time, so what else could he do?

Fortunately, Flora brought back a satellite!
"Don't get too excited yet. Riley might not be able to find an opportunity to call us. We still need to prepare for the worst."

"..."

No sooner had Flora finished speaking than the intelligence officer responsible for contacting Riley rushed over, excitedly saying, "'Godfather'! It's Riley on the phone! He told us which plane Arsu was on!"

Milton's spirits lifted: "Oh? He actually found an opportunity to send a message?"

"A flight attendant on the plane failed to assassinate Arsu, but she forced the officials to remain calm and forced the guards to divert most of their resources to monitor the flight attendants... It was this flight attendant who gave us the opportunity."

"That flight attendant was one of our low-level informants, but the assassination attempt was probably her own idea."

"..."

Milton paused for a moment, glanced at the faded name on the panel, and calmly said, "Give the compensation to her family."

"She... only chose to become our informant because her entire family died. She probably just wanted to avenge her family."

Milton fell silent again, and after a long while said, "Tell our informants at the airport to stop causing trouble. Make sure they keep a close eye on when Arsu's flight takes off, and let us know as soon as it takes off."

“That young lady has already avenged her family; now it’s our turn to avenge her.”

(End of this chapter)