"Alright brothers, it's time to take off!" the captain of the private jet announced to the crew after taking a call.
"Damn, finally can take off. But the thought of flying with a corpse makes me feel uneasy. This is the first time in my life!" one of the flight attendants said with a troubled expression.
"Hahaha, don't worry Miss Katie, I can tell you now that there's actually no corpse on our plane!" the captain said with a chuckle.
"How is that possible?" Miss Katie was startled. "Isn't our mission to transport this corpse to Huaxia?"
"It's correct that we're going to Huaxia, but I'm afraid there's no corpse on our plane anymore. That corpse has already been taken away by the Chinese themselves. It was that exaggerated-looking Boeing airliner! The world's richest man's private jet!" the captain said, narrowing his eyes.
"Huaxia? Wait a minute, Captain, our destination should actually be..." the co-pilot couldn't help but say.
"It's changed. We're not going to that place anymore, our target is still Huaxia!" the captain said with a smile. "After all, the corpse is no longer on the plane, but if we change the flight route privately against the passenger's wishes at this moment, it will bring extremely bad results to the company. At least those rich people probably won't want to fly with our company anymore."
"We agreed to this request out of necessity before, but now that there's nothing else anyone wants on our plane, we will naturally fly to Huaxia on the original route, as per the order just issued by the company headquarters!"
"I see!" the co-pilot nodded, enlightened.
"No... what exactly are you guys talking about? I don't understand anything! Wasn't our original destination Huaxia? Did we change our destination midway?" the beautiful flight attendant Miss Katie asked, confused.
Such clandestine matters were naturally known only to the captain and co-pilot among the crew. The other crew members were kept in the dark and would only be told the truth after the plane took off, to prevent secrets from leaking out.
However, it no longer mattered. The destination of this private jet was still Huaxia, and they still had to complete this journey without passengers.
While this private jet leisurely and comfortably began its journey, on the other side, Boss Huang's private jet was mired in a maelstrom of obstruction.
According to the records later circulated from the aircraft, within a short span of 20 minutes, they received another 162 calls from various air traffic control centers, all ordering them to land immediately for safety checks.
At one point, within a single minute, the plane received 34 communications, requesting it to land at 7 different airports. This meant that almost all European air traffic control centers were ordering them simultaneously.
Faced with such a formidable display, a normal aircraft would have been terrified and landed immediately. But Boss Huang's private jet clearly had no such intention. It completely ignored all communications from the air traffic control centers and continued to fly along the originally set route.
This news was naturally sent to Professor Parkinson, who was orchestrating events in the United States. In fact, Professor Parkinson had already anticipated this situation.
After all, it was quite normal for Huang He, who had stayed home for seven years without going out, to dare to directly ignore 162 orders now. If the plane had truly landed, not only the corpse inside the plane, but even Huang He himself, would likely have been forced to stay.
And the reason and excuse were readily available: violating EU law by allowing an aircraft without safety and hygiene qualifications to transport a corpse.
This charge could be serious or minor. It could be settled with a fine of several hundred thousand euros, or it could lead to imprisonment for four to five years of slow trial, depending entirely on how much Boss Huang was willing to pay.
Therefore, it was only natural for this aircraft to refuse all landing orders.
"Sir, shall I order other air traffic control centers?" the secretary asked softly.
"No need. Huang He will not heed these meaningless orders. Contact our friends directly and have F-16s teach him how to behave!" Professor Parkinson said calmly.
Following this command, half an hour later, a scene rarely witnessed in the history of civil aviation occurred.
A total of three F-16 fighter jets took off from an air force base and reached Boss Huang's private jet in just 15 minutes. Simultaneously, they directly hailed the private jet's crew via radio, demanding they land immediately or face the use of all means necessary.
Under normal circumstances, ordinary crew members would have been thoroughly terrified upon seeing three fighter jets escorting them and would have obediently landed.
But the issue was that Boss Huang was on this plane. So, even in the face of the threat from three fighter jets, the airliner remained unmoved, and even accelerated, completely ignoring the three aircraft by its side, as if to say, "If you have the guts, open fire."
Indeed, the fighter jets dared not open fire. After all, there were over a hundred people on board, including the world's richest man. Without orders from above, they absolutely would not dare to fire.
Thus, the three aircraft could only choose to escort the private jet, following it all the way to the border of European Union airspace.
At this point, the problem became increasingly thorny. Because if this civilian airliner truly crossed the airspace border, these fighter jets would lose their right to proceed. This is because most countries in the world would not allow another country's military aircraft to appear in their airspace, which is almost tantamount to declaring war.
Of course, most countries would not dare to go to war with the United States. However, the border here did not connect to any other country, but to our great Bear.
No matter how bold those F-16s were, they would absolutely not dare to intrude into the airspace of the Great Bear.
Fortunately, new orders finally arrived, instructing the F-16s to open fire. However, they were not to use missiles, but cannon fire, to fire a few shots at non-vital parts of the aircraft as a final warning.
If the aircraft still intended to leave, then they were to use the "tea egg" (a euphemism for destruction), as long as it was absolutely not allowed to leave EU airspace.
Therefore, these fighter pilots were unwilling to open fire on a civilian airliner, but military orders were difficult to defy. They could only warn the aircraft again. After no success, they had to choose to open fire.
Finally, this audacious civilian airliner was frightened. The airliner, which had been unresponsive to any external communication, immediately had an angry voice through the communication after being strafed: "We are a civilian airliner, with 168 lives on board. How can you open fire!"
"I am very sorry, sir, but I can only tell you now that this is merely a warning. If you do not descend and proceed to the nearest airport within five minutes, then we will have to use more lethal weapons."
Well, what else could be said? After all, Boss Huang valued his life.
Thus, this audacious civilian airliner finally compromised. The aircraft's altitude began to descend slowly, with the fighter jet formation accompanying it throughout. After visually observing the airliner finally land at a nearby airport, they spread their wings and returned to their base.
Concurrently, a group of ground personnel took control of the entire private jet.
This good news was immediately relayed to Professor Parkinson. A smug smile spread across Professor Parkinson's lips. This round was a complete victory for him!
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"Open the door for inspection! Otherwise, we may use all sorts of violent means to break in!" a voice with a short temper said at the cabin door.
Finally, the cabin door slowly opened. Several flight attendants looked at the regular army personnel with terror.
Fortunately, there were still some courageous ones among them. The purser, for instance, stood imposingly at the doorway and questioned, "What do you want? We are a civilian airliner, flying legally. You cannot treat us like this. You actually shot at us with machine guns. Do you want to kill all of us?"
"Miss, we received a report that your aircraft is carrying contraband and requires a landing inspection. However, you have been ignoring our instructions, which is why our fighter jets had to resort to some minor measures to let you know the consequences of breaking the law!" said the staff member in charge.
"We have not broken the law, and there is no contraband on the plane. You are infringing on our legal rights!"
"I'm sorry, but whether there is contraband or not is not decided by you, but by our inspection!" the person in charge retorted with a cold snort. "Listen, we now require all passengers to disembark and await inspection, and we will also conduct a thorough inspection of the entire aircraft. Please cooperate with our work."
"What if I say no?"
"I'm sorry, you have no right to say no!" After saying this, several people behind him moved with unimaginable speed. Before the crew members could react, they were directly cuffed.
What followed was a chaotic search. Security personnel checked each passenger while also conducting a detailed search of the entire aircraft.
After these operations took over an hour, a detailed investigation report was finally sent to Professor Parkinson.
"What? Nothing, no contraband found!" Professor Parkinson asked in disbelief, looking at the report in his hand.
"Yes!"
"Was the inspection thorough? Did you miss any spots? Did you dismantle the aircraft's outer shell to check the internal mechanical structure for hidden compartments?" Professor Parkinson was speechless.