Nominal: Hou Liangping blocking the door? He was slapped away!

Shen Zhong picked up a cigarette but didn't light it.

On the radar chart, the icon of the special plane had moved from the tarmac to the runway entrance, and the speed bar was jumping up one step at a time.

The countdown has six minutes and twenty-one seconds left.

Zhou Weiguo pushed the teacup to the side, and the bottom of the cup hit the table with a clatter.

"Sir, it can take off before the border control measures take effect."

"How long is the boundary of the public air route?"

"About nine minutes after takeoff, once inside, external air traffic control will intervene."

"In other words, he bet on nineteen minutes."

"Yes, he calculated the program's timings very precisely. Ten minutes for finalization, nine minutes for it to be out of our hands."

Shen Zhong stared intently at the radar chart, his gaze deep and intense.

"Can't it be stopped through normal procedures?"

"The normal procedure is very difficult."

"Then don't stop them using the normal procedure."

Zhou Weiguo raised his head.

"Chief?"

Shen Zhong switched the map of the northern military control airspace to another screen, his finger hovering over the edge of a red control zone.

"Get all the weather control lines, temporary training windows, and alternate landing sites listed."

"Do you want to redirect the special plane to the northern route?"

"implement."

Zhou Weiguo didn't ask any more questions and put his hands back on the keyboard.

In the radar image, the special plane had already landed on the runway, its nose pointing into the darkness of the night.

Shen Zhong stared intently at the radar charts showing the plane's takeoff trajectory, his eyes hardening. "He wants to fly? Then force him to fly to my territory!"

On the radar screen, the special plane had already left the outer ring of the core, and the small white dot was moving northward along the flight path.

Zhou Weiguo stared at the transmitted data, not even touching his teacup.

"Sir, the special plane has sent a request for temporary passage."

Shen Zhong stood behind him, his military uniform buttoned up to the top, his epaulets pressing down on the light, and he still had that unlit cigarette in his hand.

"read."

"The reasons are quite clear: to cooperate with combat readiness exercises and clear the airspace, and to temporarily use the northern military-civilian joint airport for transit and resupply."

Zhou Weiguo pushed the application form onto the large screen, his brows furrowing.

"That old fox really knows how to pick a location. A joint military-civilian airport, with a civilian sign on the outside and a military entrance on the inside."

Shen Zhong glanced at it and lit his cigarette on the red stamp at the end of the application.

"He wants to use military immunity to bypass the civilian aviation interception network directly."

"right."

Zhou Weiguo pulled up the airport map.

"As long as the special plane lands here, and then refuels and transfers through the military port, the local border control can't do anything about it. Once the person enters the military exemption channel, the normal procedures can only watch helplessly."

The confidential staff member next to him added in a low voice.

"The border control order for Mr. Xu's office is due for final approval in four minutes and fifty seconds."

Zhou Weiguo clenched his teeth.

"It applied for transit supplies, and according to regulations, the control tower should grant it a landing window."

Shen Zhong put the cigarettes back into the tin box.

"Give."

Zhou Weiguo looked up and asked, "For?"

"Let it land."

Shen Zhong raised his hand and pointed to the military isolation zone on the east side of the airport.

"Three minutes from the landing window, then the runway is sealed off after landing. If it tries to squeeze through the exemption, I'll turn the exemption opening into a cage."

Zhou Weiguo sat up straight immediately.

"Sir, the airport runway is closed. As usual, this needs to be reported to the theater duty room."

Shen Zhong picked up the red signature pen and placed the tip on the control instruction column.

"Conventional measures can't stop special aircraft, but combat readiness can."

He writes very quickly.

The highest directive for actual control of combat readiness on the northern front.

The radar encountered unidentified electronic interference.

The airport has been placed under martial law.

All runways are closed.

Zhou Weiguo looked at the line of text, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"Using electronic interference to seal off the area will cause a lot of noise."

"The commotion subsided, and he still thought that letter could save his life."

Shen Zhong pushed the order over.

"hair."

Zhou Weiguo raised his hand and pressed the confirmation button.

The red order was pushed from the northern command post into the airport control tower, and then from the control tower to ground service, guard battalion, air defense unit, and special operations company.

A joint military-civilian airport on the northern line.

All the nightlights are on.

The air raid siren blared mournfully.

The ground support vehicles that were waiting by the runway immediately stopped, and several staff members wearing reflective vests were taken away from the work area by military vehicles.

The military side door opens.

Armored vehicles drove onto the tarmac one after another, their tires crunching over the cracks in the concrete, the combat readiness lights on their bodies glowing a deep red.

The two main runways were closed first.

The barrier nets were pushed up by trailers, one after another, like iron teeth biting into the ground.

The backup taxiway was also utilized.

Forklifts, tow trucks, and roadblocks all rolled onto it, the steel frame hit the ground, the latches were locked, and not even a small business jet could slide out from inside.

Inside the control tower, the on-duty controller held a microphone, his forehead covered in sweat.

"The northern airport is under martial law. The outer runway is affected by unidentified electronic interference. Except for emergency landing windows, takeoffs, taxiing, and transfers are prohibited."

There was a two-second pause on the other end of the radio.

In the cockpit of the private jet, the captain glanced at the back row.

Heng Shichang sat in a large leather chair, a dark gray woolen coat draped over his knees, a scarf tucked under his Adam's apple, and his glasses were polished to a shine.

He never parted from his small leather suitcase.

"Director, the northern airport is closed."

Heng Shichang raised his eyes.

"Closing the venue and then allowing landing windows?"

"Yes."

"Then let's go."

The accompanying secretary looked somewhat tense.

"Director, what if they seize the opportunity after we land..."

Heng Shichang put his phone back in his pocket, his tone mild.

"Even if a military-civilian joint-use airport is heavily sealed off from the outside, there are still rules inside."

He looked at his secretary.

Did you send the letter?

"I brought it."

"Then let them see the letter."

The special plane descended very quickly.

In the darkness, the belly lights swept over the runway, the tires scraped the ground, and the fuselage slumped heavily.

The control tower did not allow it to be placed near the VIP parking position.

A yellow lead vehicle with its lights on guided it from the front toward the military quarantine zone.

The captain noticed something was wrong and immediately called the control tower.

"Tower, we request to park our business jet on the apron."

The control tower responded very briefly.

"Martial law is in effect. Proceed according to the guide vehicle."

"We have a special clearance letter."

"Proceed according to the guide vehicle."

The captain glanced back.

Heng Shichang's face darkened.

The guide vehicle did not stop.

When the special plane was brought to the edge of the exclusion zone, the taxiway behind it was blocked by two armored vehicles, and three rows of barricades and barricades were placed in front of it.

It was like a fish driven into shallow water, with nowhere to go.

The gangway vehicle pulled up.

The hatch opened.

The wind blew in first.

Immediately afterwards, the special operations company advanced from both sides.

Black combat uniforms, bulletproof helmets, tactical vests, gun muzzles pressed down, footsteps perfectly synchronized as if measured by the same ruler.

They didn't shout or make any sudden movements.

The two teams sealed the hatches.

Both teams controlled the aircraft's belly.

Another team stood directly against both sides of the gangway, completely blocking the disembarkation route for the accompanying personnel.

Heng Shichang stood at the hatch, his palm patting the handrail.

"Who gave you that authority?"

No one responded.

The special operations company commander raised his hand.

Two team members took half a step forward, their guns still pointed downwards, but they had already blocked the gangway entrance.

Heng Shichang looked at the control tower in the distance, then at the circle of armored vehicles outside the quarantine zone.

His voice rose a little.

"I am the director of the peripheral liaison office of the frontline coordination group, and I am here on assignment for overseas study and exchange. Do you know what you are doing?"