"Mr.
Minister, 30 million euros, if you don't hit this account within 20 minutes. and release the great Javier and Olasie at once, and then you will wait for the gentlemen and ladies of this plane to be buried for them."
Cut off communications.
Harris is clearly not a politician who is good at using political maneuvers to gain advantage, but as a terrorist, he is undoubtedly extremely terrifying.
And the French government, as a negotiator, that damn guy simply didn't give them room to react.
Every call is immediately cut off after a request, which is a one-sided threat, but there is no other way than to passively accept the other party's terms.
For the French, this is undoubtedly a bit of a grievance.
Paris, France.
"Mr.
President, we have been in contact with the Charles de Gaulle, and they are waiting for your orders."
Inside the Presidential Palace.
The French president, who had just flown back to Paris from Washington, frowned, and the expression on his face was slightly solemn, the hijacking incident seemed very abrupt, but if there were no adequate preparations, those terrorists would not have been able to sneak into flight B1580 unnoticed, which undoubtedly caused great public opinion pressure on the French government.
If the French government is unable to properly handle the hijacking incident and the plane is killed, I am afraid that the global public opinion and the saliva of the French people alone will be enough to drown the French government directly.
With the public execution of three Air France flight attendants as hostages by terrorists in front of the whole world, the French government has felt great pressure from public opinion.
The foreign ministries of more than a dozen countries, including South Korea, Japan, India, and the United Arab Emirates, have already exerted diplomatic pressure on the French government, otherwise it would not have been possible for him to rush back home from his state visit to the United States.
Extinguish the cigar in your hand.
A thick cloud of white smoke came out of Onis's mouth.
"Tell them immediately to let the Rafale take off immediately, find flight B1580 and monitor it closely."
Eastern Mediterranean.
After receiving orders from the presidential palace, two Rafale fighters belonging to the French Naval Aviation Regiment quickly took off from the aircraft carrier Charles de Gaulle, which was cruising in the Mediterranean, and flew all the way south and east, and soon captured Air France flight B1580, which had disappeared for a while.
Air France.
As soon as Harris's voice died out on the video screen sent back from flight B1580, Didi's sirens immediately began to sound in the cockpit. on the screen.
The camera's lens quickly shifted to the cockpit display, where a red warning signal appeared on the display that marked the amount of fuel.
Meanwhile.
The Rafale fighter jets have also returned the latest observations.
All this information suggests that flight B1580 is spilling oil Damn it There was a snap.
In the conference room of the Air France headquarters building, Pierre slammed his slap on the table with a loud bang.
"Damn bastards" These damn guys, they actually released all the jet fuel on the plane, hell As a large passenger aircraft, the fuel carried by flight B1580 itself is a large base, if it is a normal flight, the plane from any city in France to Dubai is more than enough, but if it is artificially refueled, it will not fly for a long time.
This means that flight B1580 does not have much time left for the French.
Pierre is not stupid, naturally knows what the other party wants to do, these bastards have never thought to leave room for them, what the hell In the cockpit of Flight B1580, a smile quickly appeared on the corner of Harris's mouth.
After killing the three flight attendants, the French finally relented "Harris, the French have already transferred the money to the account, a total of 30 million" "You tell them that if Javier and Orancy aren't sent to our designated location within 20 minutes, then let them prepare an extra coffin."
Middle East.
Dubai, UAE.
In the Arafat Business Hotel, not far from the Burj Khalifa, Lao Maozi and Tank stood a little unhappily under the corridor not far from the pool.
Both of them were wearing only shorts and shirts, and the muscular muscles and scars on their arms looked rather hideous, but they were full of masculinity, and if it weren't for the sunglasses on their faces and the raised gun handle under the shirt on their waist, I'm afraid no one would have thought that they were here to protect the guests in the pool, but should have come for a vacation.
During the time Li Changjiang returned to China, the members of the Hunter Mercenary Group happened to take on a security mission, and they flew directly from Paris to Dubai almost half a step later than Li Changjiang.
The mission was financed by a Dubai-based businessman named Arafat, the founder of the Arafat Group, the leading multinational business consortium in the entire Middle East.
In fact, the Hunter Mercenary Regiment did not carry out this mission in the name of the Mercenary Group, but participated in the operation as security guards under the name of Polica.
"Hey, man, look at that girl, she's in really good shape."
Gaze extended.
Lao Maozi seemed to be a little distracted, and didn't pay attention to the keyboard guy, but looked towards the entrance on the other side of the pool, and a trace of embankment flashed in his eyes.
These damn rich people, don't they know that someone is interested in their worth It's really crumb Although the expression on Lao Maozi's face looked quite relaxed, he obviously did not let his guard down.
Polika's bastard hadn't told them that the mission was to take care of a bunch of fat-headed, big-eared businessmen, and if it weren't for the attention of the dozen or so blondes in the pool who barely had a rag wrapped around their intimate parts, he would have gone berserk.
"Cheer up, guys, we've got guests coming."
Footsteps soon sounded.
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The members of the Hunter immediately looked over to the visitor, two guys in suits, and if memory serves, these two bastards should be the personal bodyguards of Mr.
Arafat.
Damn it What are these two bastards doing here to spy on their work?
Fake But Lao Maozi obviously thought wrong.
"Is it Mr.
Nicholas, please?"
"Yes, I am Nicholas" Raise eyebrows.
Lao Maozi looked at the two guys who walked up to him with some hesitation, looking for him.
"Well, please come with us, Mr.
Arafat wants to see you."
Lao Maozi did not hesitate, and after explaining a few words to the other members of the mercenary group, he followed the two towards the presidential suite in the hotel Walked over.
Arafat's age is not very old, it should be said that he is very young, not more than 35 years old, and being able to create such a big family business is naturally not his credit, but the property left by the old Arafat.
In Lao Maozi's opinion, these damn rich people may not even be able to lift a gun except for a belly full of champagne and a woman with a full head.
"Sir, Nicholas has arrived" "Hello, Mr.
Nicholas" "Hello, Mr.
Arafat, please call me Nicholas" Lao Maozi obviously doesn't care about Arafat's compliments, these rich people will show their gentlemanly demeanor to anyone, as long as they don't make very excessive demands, for the sake of money, he will not refuse each other.
"Ok, Mr.
Nicholas, I know you're a mercenary in addition to providing us with security duties, and I need your opinion right now, and if you can help me, then I don't mind giving you and your buddies a big gift."
And so it was These damn guys really have other requirements Lao Maozi did not quickly agree to Arafat's conditions, but pondered for a moment.
As a mercenary crawling out of the pile of dead, he didn't believe that there would be a free lunch, and that any gains would come at the cost of blood.
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