super robot clone

"I can too."

Chen Xingang stood up, followed by another middle-aged Caucasian man in his 40s.

With a confident smile on his face, the white man said in English: "I used to serve in the British Royal Air Force as a pilot of the 'Vulcan' strategic bomber. I guess there should be no problem."

His speaking speed was urgent and fast, with an obvious London accent, Chen Xin could only hear the general idea.

Most of the passengers in the cabin could understand English more or less, and those who understood what he meant immediately cheered, and soon, the cheers spread throughout the whole plane.

Everyone knows what it means for everyone to have a real pilot appearing at this time.

The flight attendant's originally slightly sad expression immediately relaxed. She didn't expect that there was a real pilot among the passengers. Although he flew a bomber, it would not be too much trouble for him to fly the Airbus A330 at this time. question.

The flight attendant had obviously identified the white pilot, but out of politeness, she turned her head and asked Chen Xin, "What about this gentleman, do you have any flying experience?"

Qiao Ting was afraid that Chen Xin could not understand English, so she quickly translated what the flight attendant said to Chen Xin.

She was a little surprised that this timid young man who had been sitting next to her would actually stand up at this moment.

Chen Xin scratched his head, and said in Chinese with some embarrassment: "I... I have only played flight simulation games, but they are the fully realistic ones, including fighter jets, commercial airliners, and transport planes. Airplanes are no different."

Chen Xin especially emphasized the three words of full simulation, and then looked at the other party expectantly.

Qiao Ting was speechless for a moment. She didn't expect her compatriot to be so unreliable, so she couldn't help being a little embarrassed, but she still translated Chen Xin's word for word.

The chief flight attendant didn't care, and said to Chen Xin with a smile: "Sir, thank you for your enthusiasm, but I think it's better to let this gentleman take control of the plane."

As she spoke, she pointed to the white pilot.

Chen Xin nodded, sat back and said, "It's okay."

This is just right for him. Anyway, as long as there is a steel coin, it doesn't matter whether there is a pilot or not.

The flight attendant turned to the white man and said, "Sir, please follow me, and I will take you to the cockpit."

The white man nodded, smiled and walked towards the chief flight attendant. Qiao Ting and the guard beside her quickly turned sideways to let the white man pass.

At this moment, the voice of Gang Tong rang in Chen Xin's mind: "Old Dou, something is wrong with this guy!"

Before he finished speaking, the man suddenly rammed into the guard next to Qiao Ting with all his strength. The guard was caught off guard, and his chest was hit hard all of a sudden. Walking around behind Qiao Ting, one arm tightly clasped Qiao Ting's neck, and the muzzle of the gun was pressed against Qiao Ting's temple.

The shocking change only happened in an instant, and no one had time to react.

The flight attendant was dumbfounded and exclaimed, "You...what are you doing?"

At this time, the chief guard who was inspecting the front cabin heard the movement, and quickly returned to the back cabin with two other guards. When he saw Qiao Ting being hijacked, he immediately raised his gun and shouted: "Don't move!"

There was chaos in the cabin, and everyone was stunned by the sudden change.

Chen Xin scolded his mother secretly, and said in a low voice: "Gang Bi, didn't you say that the terrorists are all over?"

Gang Beng said aggrievedly: "I only noticed those with weapons, who would pay attention to an ordinary passenger, and he has no contact with those terrorists."

The white man was not afraid at all, he glared angrily, wrapped his arms around Qiao Ting's neck, and shouted, "Back back, fuck me back!"

Qiao Ting's face turned red and her chest heaved violently. The white man whispered in her ear, "Little girl, order your people to back off. I know you are in the same group. They only listen to you."

The captain of the guard slowly took two steps back, stood still and said, "As long as you let Miss Qiao go, everything is negotiable."

The white man ignored him at all, but slowly backed away with Qiao Ting in his arms, and came to Chen Xin, pointed a gun at Chen Xin, and said in English: "Hi, buddy, I heard you can fly, hurry up!" Stand up and follow me to the cockpit."

The "Little Butterfly" individual battle armor glasses directly locked on the muzzle of the man's gun, constantly calculating the ballistic trajectory of the man's fire. As long as he has any attempt to attack, the steel hammer can solve it within 0.01 second.

Chen Xin looked horrified, pointed at himself, and said in disbelief, "Me? I... I have never piloted a plane, I have only played flight simulation games."

The man said: "Yes, it's you, don't talk nonsense, get up quickly."

Chen Xin stood up from his seat with his hands raised.

The man said: "You are in front, go forward!"

Chen Xin stood between the man and the guards, and the guards could only move back slowly following Chen Xin's pace.

With a sad face, Chen Xin blinked at the captain of the guard and kept repeating in English: "Don't shoot, don't shoot, everyone must fasten your seat belts later, I really don't fly a plane much."

The captain of the guard stayed on Chen Xin's face for a second, then pulled the flight attendant and others back.

Five minutes later, the group finally arrived at the junction of the cockpit and the first-class cabin.

The man said to Chen Xin: "Open the cockpit door!"

The Airbus A330 of Emirates Airlines still uses the old-fashioned composite material and glass cockpit door, which basically has no bulletproof ability.

Since 911/[-], in order to prevent such incidents from happening again, the U.S. government has required all domestic airlines to install bulletproof doors for cockpits, but it has no binding effect on other airlines in the world.

There are also many airlines who have not installed bulletproof hatches on their airliners due to cost and pilot escape considerations.

Chen Xin pushed open the cabin door with all his strength, and the strong wind howled in, causing a burst of crying in the cabin.

The white man pressed his pistol tightly against Qiao Ting's temple, turned around at once, and said to the guard, "Back up, back up, and don't come within ten meters of the cockpit!"

The captain of the guard had no choice but to do as the white man said.

The white man shivered as soon as he dragged Qiao Ting into the cockpit.

Since the cockpit glass had been pierced by bullets, gusts of wind kept pouring into the cabin through the bullet holes, and the temperature in the cabin was only minus 30 degrees, which was terribly cold.

It was already dark outside, and a bright starry sky could be seen.

In front of the Airbus A330, two fighter jets were escorting with the heading lights on, and calls from the ground could be heard from time to time on the headset. Obviously, the airport had already realized that the plane had been hijacked.

The lights in the cockpit have been turned off long ago, only the orchid light on the LCD display shows a certain technological beauty.

Chen Xin sat down in the captain's seat. The bodies of the captain and co-pilot had been dragged back to the cabin before, and there were still blood stains on them, which had condensed into small dark red pieces under the low temperature.

Chen Xin had the insulation effect of the "Little Butterfly" armor, so the problem wasn't too big, but the white man and Qiao Ting were already shivering from the cold in this environment.

The white man said: "Check... check our current latitude and longitude."

陈新在液晶屏上查找定位信息，很快报出了读数：“东经2度19分12秒，北纬48度50分39秒，航向156。我们已经到达巴黎上空了。”

白人男子道：“马上朝东经2度17分42秒，北纬48度52分25秒飞去，还有，现在慢慢降低高度。”

He also realized that he couldn't hold on to this altitude and temperature for too long.

"Old Dou, this guy is going to the Elysee Palace." Gang Bian's voice sounded in Chen Xin's mind.

"Damn it!" Chen Xin cursed in his heart, the other party was absolutely crazy, if the plane was flying towards the Elysee Palace, the French would never show mercy and would shoot down the civil airliner directly.

While Chen Xin promised, he was looking for the instrument panel on the plane, muttering: "This is recall, oh, so this is fire warning, landing gearlever (landing gear lever) is here, this is autobrake switch (automatic braking) system)……"

The white man and Qiao Ting were shivering from the cold. Qiao Ting's lips were almost bloodless. The white man pointed a gun at Chen Xin tremblingly and said, "What are you talking about, hurry up... hurry up..."

Chen Xin said: "Okay...Okay, right away!"

As he spoke, he pushed the joystick, and the nose of the aircraft suddenly sank downwards, and began to fall sharply.

"Ah!!!!" Chen Xin shouted.

The man didn't fasten his seat belt, so his body flew up and fell towards the front of the cockpit, with his head firmly fixed on the glass.

"fuc...k!!!"

The man cursed and pointed his gun at Chen Xin. Before he could pull the trigger, he suddenly trembled and passed out!

Qiao Ting was lucky. Her clothes were hooked by a metal hook protruding from nowhere. With a slamming sound, the top was pulled open a big hole. However, this just happened to slow down Qiao Ting's body. He quickly grabbed the seat belt on the seat and tried to balance his body.

Chen Xin hastily pulled back the joystick, and the plane immediately returned to level flight.

Chen Xin was out of breath, with a shocked expression on his face.

After a while, Chen Xin opened his seat belt, picked up the pistol dropped by the white man, raised the gun with trembling hands, and slammed the trigger on the other man's chest while swearing: "Damn, let you take the gun Pointing at Lao Tzu's head, make you f*cking arrogant! Make you f*cking arrogant!!!"

Bang bang bang!

Blood splatters!

"you you……"

Qiao Ting hadn't recovered from the upheaval just now, she stared at Chen Xin dumbfounded, unable to utter a word.

Chen Xin turned his gaze to Qiao Ting, and slowly put down the pistol. His eyes popped out, he gulped, and murmured, "It's so big, so white!"

Qiao Ting lowered her head, and suddenly screamed "Ah, and then realized that her chest had been exposed at some time, she quickly covered her shirt with her hands, raised her head and glared at Chen Xin.

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