Become a super arms dealer with the workshop system

Chapter 79 Emergency Takeoff

The old man in the pilot uniform had just sat in the driver's seat when he was held in the head by two pistols.

"Don't shoot, I... I just want to escape, and I can run with you." The pilot gave a French military salute decisively, and then showed that he did not have any malicious intentions.

"The runway was blown up just now, are you sure you can still take off?" Han Feng asked worriedly looking at the smoldering runway not far away.

"Yes, trust me." The voice of the other party was a little trembling, after all, he was speaking under the muzzle of two black holes: "PC12 can take off and land on land or grass, without relying on concrete runways."

"Okay, but you have to fly the plane according to our requirements."

Han Feng's own pilot is now unknown, and although the person in front of him may not be reliable, there is no other choice right now.

"I..." Hassan wanted to express some disagreement, but when he turned his head and saw two black gun muzzles, he immediately chose Congxin: "I listen to you."

Seeing that the other party was so polite, Han Feng sat on the co-pilot seat next to him, and motioned for Laimi to put down the gun: "You can start preparing, by the way, what's your name?"

"My name is Mohammad Abdul Hassan, the best pilot in the Pharaoh Air Force." Hassan replied while pulling out the handbrake on the side of his left leg and turning it 90 degrees, with obvious pride in his tone .

"air force?"

Han Feng knew a little bit about the army of the Afrikaans, and he was sure that the clothes on the opponent's body had absolutely nothing to do with the air force.

"Well, it used to be, I was kicked out of the army a week ago, so I came here to find a job." Hassan had to tell the heart-wrenching story again, but the movements of his hands did not slow down because of this, at this time The battery has been tested and started.

"boom--"

Unluckily, a shell exploded a few planes away. Fortunately, there were several planes nearby as shields, so Han Feng and his side were not affected.

"Turn on the power...Navigation lights..." Hassan moved faster and faster, he skipped some unimportant steps, and pressed the start button above his head as fast as he could in his life, and then everyone in the cabin heard The sound of the turboprop engine starting to run.

"Ground slow train..."

The five-bladed propeller in front of the plane finally started to turn.

"By the way, one of you is going to close the cabin door." Hassan looked back at the warning light on the panel and said.

"Hey, wait for me, wait for me!"

Just as Laimi was about to close the door, two white men in suits and leather shoes suddenly appeared on the runway in front of the plane, each carrying a suitcase in their hands, and waving their arms towards this side.

Han Feng was stunned for a moment when he saw this scene. It seemed that the two guys had also seen the propeller of the plane that had just started, and wanted to seize the opportunity to escape from here.

The other party has no intention of giving in in the front, and it is definitely not a rational choice to continue in a stalemate.

"Lemmy, let them come up, fast!"

However, as soon as Han Feng's words fell, another shell exploded at the edge of the runway.

Maybe the caliber of the shell was large enough, or maybe the two people were really bad at it. In short, the imprecise shell made them fall down at a distance of more than ten meters from the nose of the aircraft. Although they still struggled, But obviously it's not working.

"Grass, forget it, take off."

Han Feng is not the Holy Mother. He doesn't mind helping others if he can, but he won't risk his life for it. No matter how you say it, you must leave this ghostly place now, otherwise, if any shells are fired, you won't be able to attack. Not fun at all.

"No, the plane can't get around those two people, you have to clear the runway!" Hassan looked at the situation ahead and said to Han Feng next to him.

There are several bomb craters and aircraft wreckage in the open area in front of the plane, relatively speaking, it must be easier for two half-dead people to clean them up.

"What a fucking...you come with me!"

Now is not the time to hesitate, and Han Feng was worried that Hassan would run away alone while closing the hatch, so he simply dragged him off the plane together, praying not to be hit by shells, and at the same time came to the two unlucky people as quickly as possible. around the egg.

At this time, the two guys had already vented more air than breathed in. Han Feng and Hassan each picked them up and threw them aside to wait for death. On the way, they even picked up the wallet that one of them dropped, and followed behind them Lemmy is trying to lift the two boxes.

It was very heavy, at least Laimi couldn't pick it up one by one, but she was not willing to throw it away, but Han Feng came forward to help her, and the three of them scrambled and scrambled back into the plane again.

As the rotation speed of the propeller gradually increased, the plane finally slid out of the parking stand slowly under the control of Hassan.In this case, he didn't care about the ground markings, and avoided all kinds of obstacles on the ground all the way, and finally found a relatively complete grass field in the middle of the unrecognizable runway, ready to take off.

The whole taxiing process was thrilling, and the three people in the cabin were completely shaken, especially Lemmy, who hadn't had time to fasten his seat belt, almost flew out of the car.

The Kung Fu sky began to become lively again. When Hassan barely pulled the plane up, he almost collided with a Bell 212 helicopter flying over.

"It's already taken off, where are we going next?"

Hassan in the cockpit nervously asked Han Feng who was sitting next to him. He controlled the plane to level off at a very low altitude, so as to avoid being detected by the radar on the ground or by fighter jets as much as possible.

Since someone dared to directly attack the airport, they would not care about firing missiles at a passenger plane.

Of course, everything has advantages and disadvantages. Such a height is an ideal target for individual anti-aircraft bombs, but Hassan was an F16 pilot not long ago, and he basically doesn't think about the threat in this regard.

"Fly to the southwest, to CAF." Han Feng said to Hassan.

Hassan looked at the operation panel in front of him and felt a little numb. This slightly old plane seemed to have no route memory function, and he had to manually enter the coordinates to navigate.

"Do you know the coordinates of the destination? Otherwise, I can't navigate."

Laughing to death, how could Han Feng have nothing to do to remember Bangji's latitude and longitude.

After thinking for a moment, he looked at Hassan who was steering the plane: "There is a small airport about 100 kilometers west of Bangi. It is abandoned, but the runway is still there. Can you land there?"

"Landing is of course no problem, but I... I need to..."

Hassan next to him was about to cry. He offended the Pact Organization because of his whimsical ideas during an exercise, and was fired from the Air Force. This happened again on his first flight after joining civil aviation...

"It's good if you can land. You fly to this coordinate first, and then it's not difficult to find that airport."

Due to the existence of the system, Han Feng naturally knew the location of the workshop. After a little calculation in his mind, he reported the coordinate data of the center of Boda.

"Okay...okay." Hassan hurriedly set the course, then bit the bullet and flew towards the target.

As the plane flew west and south, the surrounding terrain gradually became higher, and Hassan had to control the plane to start climbing to avoid hitting the mountain.

"After crossing the mountain ahead, we should have entered the territory of CAF." Han Feng looked through the side window at the top of the mountain almost at his feet, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

"Well, friend...friend, this plane must not have enough fuel after it lands. For the sake of sending you out, can...can you give me some travel expenses to let me go back to Pharaoh's country?"

Seeing that Han Feng next to him was in a good mood, Hassan hurriedly asked tentatively.

He vowed that if he could go back alive, he would apply for a more normal route.

"It's no problem, don't be afraid, after all we are not devils." Han Feng adjusted his sitting posture and joked to Hassan next to him.

The atmosphere in the entire cabin finally relaxed a little, and Han Feng finally remembered the wallet he had kicked into his pocket at the airport before.

After opening it, there were indeed several ID documents and some dollar banknotes inside. Judging from the passport and work permit, this person is called Dave Matthews, from America, and is a member of an NGO organization called the Freedom and Peace Foundation.

Han Feng had never heard of this organization, but he could tell from the name alone that it was not a good cake.

At this time, the plane's fuel has been consumed by more than half, and Hassan can't make any more troubles. The bored Han Feng simply left the cockpit, found a comfortable seat in the cabin, and began to study the boxes in the hands of the two people. Come.

One of them is a very common metal case suitcase, but it is relatively large and has a lock, which cannot be opened temporarily.

The other one is more interesting. Han Feng saw it when he was studying in his previous life. It is a portable constant temperature and humidity storage box, which is often used to store some very precious and highly sensitive things to the environment.

After scanning with the workshop system, Han Feng didn't find anything tricky in the two boxes, but the storage box had been damaged by an explosion or impact.

Then he carefully opened the lid, and suddenly a gust of cold air gushed out from the storage box.

It appears that the contents need to be stored under refrigeration.

To Han Feng's disappointment, after the cover was completely lifted, what appeared in front of him was not the human organs or other high-end gadgets he had imagined, but a kit containing 12 centrifuge tubes.

"CSF" is written on the outside of the box, and a label consisting of numbers and letters is attached to each tube inside.

"Hiss..." Han Feng shook his head, as if he was thinking a little too much. This looked like a sample collected by some unlucky scientific research institution, but it ended up in his hands after going around.

(End of this chapter)