"Flight N-177 … This is the route dispatching center. Your direction has deviated from the preset route. Please correct the route immediately …"
"Flight N-177 … Can you hear me?"
No one responded in the communication channel.
There were bloodstains everywhere in the cockpit of flight N-177.
The voice in the communication channel was like the whisper of a ghost, lingering in the loneliness where no one answered.
Jean Ruzas, wearing a kinetic skeleton, kicked the corpse next to him. He took off the headset from the ear of the captain whose head had been blown off and tapped it twice with the index finger of his right hand.
As a series of electric noise passed by, he hijacked the communication channel and spoke unhurriedly.
"Flight N-177 has been hijacked by us.
"… Within 100 kilometers, if we find any spacecraft approaching us through radar or visual observation."
A cruel smile appeared on the corner of his cold mouth. He stared at the pool of blood on the cockpit glass and continued.
"Every minute, we will clear a section of the 'cabin'.
"That's all."
After speaking, he turned off the communication channel and threw the headset next to the corpse.
The other two militants standing in the cockpit stepped forward and removed the corpse lying in front of the cockpit. They sat in the pilot's seat and took over the flight.
"The remote communication module has been removed."
"Engine reignited … Power increased to 95%."
"The route adjustment is completed. It is expected to make contact with the target in 11 hours."
After hearing the report from the communication channel, a trace of imperceptible fanaticism appeared in Jean Ruzas' pupils.
"Very good …
"Everything is going according to plan."
It won't take long …
The entire Pan-Asia will be shrouded in their terror!
This is revenge and punishment!
Without the slightest hesitation, the militant sitting in the pilot's seat replied neatly.
"Roger!"
Just when the route dispatching center had just received a warning from the hijackers and hurriedly reported the police situation, the radar monitoring array of the Pan-Asian First Fleet had already discovered the abnormality of the situation.
A flight deviated from its original track.
Not only that, but the flight that originally sailed from Mars to the hell system should have shut down the main engine and slowed down to enter the Earth-Moon system.
However, this flight did not slow down, nor did it make a sharp turn. It even went the opposite way, raising its speed to the limit and continuing to move forward in a straight line!
It was as if it was going to walk into a trap …
Pan-Asian First Fleet Headquarters.
Standing in the command room, the expression on the face of the commander of the Pan-Asian First Fleet was solemn.
Just two minutes ago, they received an alert from the route dispatch center that flight N-177 had been hijacked by unknown armed forces.
About a minute ago, they had confirmed that the flight named N-177 was the civilian transport spacecraft with an abnormal route that they were monitoring.
"What's the situation now?"
Hearing the commander's question, the staff sitting in front of the console immediately answered.
"The direction of the spaceship has not changed. In fact, it is even accelerating!"
The chief of staff standing next to him frowned and spoke after thinking for a moment.
"They may be planning to cross the Earth-Moon system in a straight line."
"Directly passing through the Earth-Moon system?" Looking at the chief of staff, the consultant standing on the side said with an incredulous expression on his face, "But how are they going to stop? If they continued to accelerate, the remaining fuel would not be enough to slow them down. If they miss the deceleration window, they will become asteroids drifting in the solar system … Doing so is tantamount to suicide! "
Aviation was not the same as aerospace.
If a plane on Earth ran out of fuel, it could make a forced landing. However, if a spaceship flying in space ran out of fuel, forget about finding a place to make a forced landing. In the end, the spaceship could only become space junk, drifting for almost an eternity.
Looking at the predicted route outlined on the holographic star map, the commander frowned, and an ominous premonition lingered in his heart.
Generally speaking, those pirates wandering near the asteroid belt, in addition to looting mining stations, occasionally acted as kidnappers, but they usually targeted mining ships with poor mobility and space workstations with low defense coefficients.
In recent years, with the popularization of mining drones, mining ships that required manual operation had become fewer and fewer, and kidnapping cases had almost disappeared.
Targeting a civilian transport ship with twelve pairs of engines and kidnapping more than two hundred people at once, such a major and shocking robbery, not to mention in the history of the Pan-Asian Cooperation, even in the history of the world's aerospace, it was unprecedented!
With such a large horizontal thrust upper limit and acceleration time, even ordinary military spacecraft might not be able to catch up without more than ten hours of "run-up".
Unless they had already started preparing for this robbery as soon as flight N-177 set off from the Mars orbital space station.
"I propose to launch infrasonic missiles to suppress the people on the flight, then take over the flight through remote control and guide it to dock at the nearest space station."
The chief of staff immediately rejected the suggestion from the consultant.
"No! Infrasonic weapons will pose a threat to the safety of the hostages and may stimulate the hijackers. And if the power is not high, it will be difficult to have an effect on the full-coverage exoskeleton armor, and it is more likely to injure the pilot and cause the spacecraft to be unable to return! "
The consultant continued to ask, unwilling to give up.
"What about sending the Ghost Squad to land?"
This time, the army consultant standing next to him shook his head.
"Even the Ghost Squad can't kill all the hijackers in the cabin in an instant. Any mistake may lead to the safety of the hostages being threatened. "
What's more, how to send the Ghost Squad to the controlled flight was a big problem that was difficult to solve.
Concealment was fine, but the spacecraft with 12 pairs of engines had already started two days ago.
The pursuit in space was not only a pursuit of distance, but also a race of speed!
If the two key parameters of speed and direction could not be synchronized with the target, even if the two spacecraft met in space, they would just pass by. They would either collide into a pile of scrap iron, or nothing would happen.
After listening to the combat plan proposed by his subordinates, the commander standing in front of the console thought for a while and ordered.
"Activate the battlefield analysis system and simulate the results of the operation."
The staff sitting in front of the console responded immediately.
"Yes, sir!"
The battlefield analysis system was quickly activated. According to the real-time calculation results of the quantum computer, the success rate of plan A was less than 3%, and the success rate of plan B was even less than 1%.
According to the results of the channel calculation, flight N-177 would reach the Earth-Moon system in 11 hours at most. It would pass directly through the Earth-Moon system at an unimaginable speed and enter an elliptical orbit around the sun with a navigation period of 124 years, completely out of control.
There were no dormant capsules on the flight, and the supplies carried could not even last for a week.
Once they missed the deceleration window, they would die. There was no other possibility.
Just as the people in the command room were discussing countermeasures, the sound of footsteps came from outside the command room. A man in his 50s, dressed in formal clothes and with slicked-back hair, walked in.
When the man walked into the command room, a look of embarrassment appeared on everyone's faces.
This person's name was Wu Zongshu, a member of the Pan-Asian Cooperation Central Council.
Since he had appeared here, the news of the hijacked flight could not be suppressed any longer.
"Sir, I need an explanation."
The commander looked at the man who walked into the command room. An expression of a headache appeared on his face, but he quickly hid this expression behind his cold face and spoke in a concise tone.
"Flight N-177 was hijacked by unknown militants. We are trying to confirm the identity of the militants and rescue the passengers —"
"I'm not here to listen to you repeat the news! Now the entire Internet is talking about this matter, don't treat me like a fool! " Interrupting the commander's words, Wu Zongwen said in a stern voice, "I hope you can truly realize the seriousness of the problem and properly solve the problem."
The commander spoke with a stiff expression.
"We are solving it!"
Wu Zongwen: "What's the plan?"
"We are trying to communicate with the passengers on flight N-177 through the nearest space station. No matter what their demands are, we will try to persuade them to slow down and communicate with our negotiation experts."
"Very good." The expression on Wu Zongwen's face eased a little. He continued, "If you can negotiate, try not to do anything to provoke them. No matter what they ask, let's calm them down first. "
The commander nodded and was about to respond to this sentence.
However, at this moment, the military consultant standing next to the command room who had not spoken suddenly spoke.
"Maybe they don't want anything."
The moment they heard these words, everyone in the command room was stunned.
Looking at the person who spoke, the commander narrowed his eyes.
Yang Wu, the former chief of staff of the People's Liberation Army, came from 2050, and now served as a military consultant for the Pan-Asian First Fleet.
The reason for going to the future was that the authorities at that time hoped to ensure the combat effectiveness of the army in the future by sending officers from the era of peace to the era of war in the future.
Because according to the international situation at that time, China's judgment was that once the Human Alliance disintegrated, they were likely to break out in a war within 50 years.
However, what happened next was just as everyone expected. The expected all-out war did not break out, and it even lasted until today.
Yang Wu, who had just woken up, was also canceled because the plan to reinforce the future was canceled. Instead, he was assigned to the Pan-Asian First Fleet as an adviser.
Like other dormant people who were sent to this era because of historical issues, although he was assigned a specific job, he did not have much say in this post. He was neither capable of commanding the army of this era, nor was it possible for people of this era to believe in an old antique from the past.
In essence, he was no different from Director Li. They were both supported by the Pan-Asian Cooperation authorities as mascots.
"They don't want anything?" The army consultant frowned and said in disbelief, "How is this possible? This is the first time I've heard of a kidnapper who doesn't want a ransom."
"Not all ransom money needs to be taken from the other party." After a pause, Yang Wu continued, "This may be a suicide attack."
No one believed it.
"That's impossible!" The army consultant standing on the side vehemently denied, "What are the benefits of doing this? In addition to spreading panic — "
"It is to spread panic." Yang Wu continued in a calm tone, "By spreading panic, they achieve their ulterior motives. I can even be sure that the things they are plotting are not cheap. "
After being silent for a while, the commander ordered.
"Start the AI battlefield analysis system and evaluate the possibilities described by Consultant Yang."
"Yes, sir!"
With the start of the computer, the evaluation results came out quickly.
According to the judgment of the AI battlefield analysis system, the possibility of the attack was less than 5%.
Looking at this 5% number, Yang Wu shook his head and spoke.
"You believe too much in the results of AI analysis, just like medieval witches who are superstitious about crystal balls."
After glancing at the consultant named Yang Wu, Wu Zongwen, who was standing next to him, said sarcastically in a faint voice.
"Such a thing may happen in the barbaric early 21st century, but now it is the 22nd century. It is better for you to change your mind as soon as possible."
With that said, Wu Zongwen no longer cared about the little consultant. Instead, he looked at the commander standing next to him and said in a warning tone.
"I'm warning you, this matter must be handled well no matter what, especially no casualties of hostages!"
"The parliamentary election is at a critical stage. If this matter is not handled well, the people will question the ability of Chairman Li Guangya and his faction. Once we can't gain an advantage in the Central Parliament, the Himalia development plan will be completely blocked!"
"Protect the lives of all hostages at all costs!"
"Do you understand what I mean?"
Faced with that aggressive tone, the commander remained silent for a long time before finally nodding.
"Understood."
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