LRAB #305 - Chapter 305: Either Land or Destroy! Your name is Mars?
#305 - Chapter 305: Either Land or Destroy! Your name is Mars?
Portable anti-aircraft missiles typically have a firing range of three to five thousand meters.
Airliners fly at altitudes of over ten thousand meters.
But what if we used navigation to trick them into lowering their altitude?
On the radar, the anti-aircraft missile was rapidly approaching!
The pilot was scared shitless.
Boom!
A loud explosion.
The explosion occurred several hundred meters away.
It didn't hit the airliner?!
The pilot was stunned for a moment.
At this moment, the prompt for a call request had been ringing for several seconds.
"Who is it...?" The pilot activated the call.
He had just been wondering why the airliner wasn't hit when it was clearly locked on.
Turns out that was just a warning shot!
"Young Master... Young Master!"
The door between the cockpit and the cabin was not closed.
He turned his head and shouted towards the cabin: "We accidentally entered another country's airspace. They want us to land, otherwise... otherwise they'll shoot us down!"
"Fack!"
Mars ran over and shouted angrily: "Tell them we were careless and will leave immediately..."
"Young Master, we don't have enough fuel."
"What?!"
Alright.
Chen Hao had been using the Beidou system to disguise the GPS and deceive the other party.
Instead of flying directly from Shanghai to a certain Southeast Asian country, he had repeatedly circled around.
There was only one purpose!
To consume as much of the other party's fuel as possible.
When the electronic warfare pod's interference was canceled and the true GPS was restored, there was very little fuel left.
Not land?
The other party would shoot them down immediately!
The key.
Even if the other party didn't attack, with the remaining fuel, they couldn't fly to another country.
There was no way out!
"Land! Contact the family and let them..." Mars gritted his teeth.
He was more angry than scared.
What kind of existence was the Wallenberg family?
What could a small Southeast Asian country do to him?
"The communication system is being interfered with. There's no way... to contact Europe." The pilot was on the verge of collapse.
"How could this be...?"
"Descend immediately! Final warning!"
A not-so-fluent English came from the other end of the call.
"Descend!"
Mars ordered helplessly.
In fact, he wasn't scared even now, he just felt that the trip was not going smoothly and was very angry.
Soon.
The other party provided coordinates to guide them.
...
The Gulfstream IV business jet has a range of 7800 kilometers.
Cruising speed is 850 kilometers per hour.
With a full tank of fuel, it can fly for 9 hours before running out.
Midway.
Chen Hao used the Beidou system to disguise the GPS signal and mislead them, almost exhausting the Gulfstream's fuel, and this was all set up in advance.
After setting it up, he went straight to sleep.
He didn't have the leisure to stay up all night with them.
Five o'clock in the morning.
Chen Hao was sleeping soundly.
Suddenly!
The dedicated satellite phone rang.
He jumped up in a jolt: "How is it going?"
"Reporting, General, the target aircraft has landed!"
"Good!"
Chen Hao narrowed his eyes and sneered: "If you want to steal my technology, you must be prepared to be bled dry. You like this..."
According to his memories from the previous life, Mars belonged to the most core direct line of the Wallenberg family.
Many years later.
He even became the helmsman of the family!
Such a person...
The family must value him very much, right?
He also holds many secrets of the Wallenberg family.
It's all money!
After giving a series of instructions, the drowsiness was completely gone, so he simply got up, left the base, and returned to the city.
He didn't go directly back to school, but went straight to Dong Taixiang.
Just as he got breakfast, the phone rang.
Not good!
Due to the sudden incident last night, he had to contact General Wang for help, so he had to turn on his phone, right?
As a result, he forgot to turn off the phone after the call.
"Mr. Chen, why have you been turning off your phone?"
On the other end of the phone was Costco representative Wilson: "I called you many times... Okay! That's not important. Morgan Consortium will not compete for your plasma TVs. How about we chat privately?"
Chat with your sister!
Chen Hao would never chat with him privately.
Only an auction can maximize profits!
Of course, in order to avoid offending people, he moved the phone away and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Mr. Wilson, what did you say? The signal is not very good... Damn it! The phone is broken again!"
Beep beep beep...
Chen Hao not only hung up the phone, but also turned it off.
No way!
He must buy a new phone and give the number to a few particularly important people.
But...
A new problem arises.
He has to carry the special phone for communicating with the foreign legion.
He already has one phone.
Buy another one...
Carrying three phones with him is too inconvenient!
A new phone still needs to be bought. Carrying three phones is troublesome, and this problem also needs to be solved.
Why not integrate the functions of the three phones?
This is not difficult!
...
The airport is very small.
A small three-story building stands abruptly, acting as a terminal, but it is dilapidated.
The runway is not flat and there are no indicator lights.
People have to hold miners' lamps and act as indicator lights on both sides of the runway.
In fact!
On the open space around the airport, more than a dozen people were carrying rocket launchers, aiming at the Gulfstream jet!
The superiors instructed them to capture them alive as much as possible.
What does as much as possible mean?
In short.
If the other party tries to escape, there is nothing to say - open fire directly and destroy it!
This area is not under the jurisdiction of the Burmese government and is located at the border with China, filled with a large number of warlord forces.
Not long ago.
They came to this area.
Relying on equipment far exceeding that of the warlord forces...
No!
The equipment of these thousands of people is more than just exceeding the warlord forces?
Even the Burmese government army would have to kneel against their legion!
In just a few days, most of the northern warlord-controlled areas were taken by them.
Either accept incorporation.
Or, annihilate them!
Including this dilapidated airport, it is also within their jurisdiction.
The Gulfstream business jet continued to descend.
Landing.
Taxiing.
"Fack!"
When he saw more than a dozen people carrying rocket launchers on both sides of the runway, the pilot broke out in a cold sweat.
Fortunately, he didn't try to escape.
Otherwise, he would have been bombed down long ago!
A few minutes later, the business jet came to a stop.
Mars, like a proud rooster, walked down from the cabin with his head held high: "Is there anyone who can speak English or French? My name is Mars, and I want to talk to your commander!"
Whoosh!
On both sides of the runway, hundreds of people rushed out from the waist-high weeds.
Mars' pupils constricted.
He vaguely felt that something was wrong.
Although in the eyes of white people, East Asians look similar and are difficult to distinguish.
But!
There are still some differences between East Asian and Southeast Asian races.
Southeast Asians have darker skin and are relatively thinner.
These people in front of him...
They are definitely not Southeast Asians!
According to the pilot, this is northern Myanmar.
This area is divided by warlords, and some warlords themselves are descendants of Chinese people, so it is normal for East Asian faces to appear, but these people's equipment... it doesn't look like warlord forces at all!
Bulletproof vests!
Assault rifles!
Night vision devices!
They are all unified standard equipment.
Are the warlords this strong?
"You... who are you?!" Mars stammered.
"So you're the one called Mars, huh?"
"I..."
Bang!
The rifle butt smashed directly over.
Mars screamed and squatted down, covering his head.
His forehead was a bloody mess, and blood poured out instantly.