In an empty warehouse for dangerous goods at the Yamsk Ballistic Missile Test Base, Director Neinambona and other Boeing 747 passengers were detained here.
This empty warehouse for dangerous goods was airtight, and the only door connected to the outside world was explosion-proof.
The crew members were locked up alone.
Director Neinambona was lying on the concrete floor with half of his face swollen.
If it were any other time, not to mention being injured, even if Director Nenanbona stumbled while walking, there would be a lot of people surrounding him and asking about his well-being.
Unfortunately, no one dared to move now.
Their hands were tied with plastic binding ropes, and their mouths were covered with tape to prevent collusion. In front of each of them stood a soldier with an assault rifle, staring at them with angry eyes.
If they even made eye contact, they would be violently kicked by the soldiers.
Two interrogation rooms were temporarily set up in the large sealed warehouse.
The interrogation room was less than 20 meters away from the detained people, and they couldn't hear what the soldiers were asking. But they could hear the heart-wrenching screams of the two people who were brought in.
Ten minutes later, the two people who went in first were brought back by the soldiers.
The two people's clothes were intact, and there were no scars on their faces or arms, but the expressions on their faces were like survivors who had just crossed a minefield.
The two soldiers scanned the crowd with their eyes, and those who were glanced at trembled like quails.
Two more reporters were lifted up, and then the tape on their mouths was violently torn off.
"Let me go, I'm a reporter, and your behavior has violated the law."
"I'm an American, and I ask to contact the embassy and my company."
"Ah, help, what do you want to do?"
When the two people were dragged out and thrown to the ground, the soldiers came directly to Director Neinambona.
Through the interrogation, they already knew who was the main character in the Boeing 747.
When Bureau Chief Nenambona was brought into the interrogation room, the interrogator had already been replaced by the current field officer instead of the previous captain.
The officer interrogator was silently flipping through the documents in front of the table.
The documents were collected from the plane, including their passports, work cards, and press cards. After checking the documents through Russian channels, they found that none of them were suspicious.
The officer pinched Director Nenbona's passport, his eyes moving back and forth between him and the document. Although Nenbona's face had been smashed with the butt of a gun and was badly swollen, it was still possible to tell that he was indeed the person in the photo.
The officer interrogator asked in English, "Name."
"Adeline Nenambona." Chief Nenambona, who had been pressed into his seat, raised his head and spoke hoarsely.
"Why are you here?"
"Haha ~" Director Nenbona laughed coldly. It was unknown whether he was being stubborn, or whether he had discovered from the other party's attitude that his identity had already been figured out. That was why he was so fearless.
"Let's get straight to the point. You went through so much trouble to hijack this plane to Russia. What is your purpose?"
"Mr. Director, I should be the one asking you this question." The interrogator pinched his eyebrows and said hesitantly, "Before we start the conversation, you have to answer these questions first."
"If you can answer correctly, we will give you the treatment you deserve."
"Ask away."
"In 2011, when you were still the Director of the New Jersey Social Relief Bureau, did you ever come to Russia?"
"Of course ~" That was the first time Director Nenbona had set foot in Russia. He nodded and said without hesitation, "At that time, I was not only the Director of the Relief Bureau, but also a member of the Economic and Social Council of the United Nations. I was mainly responsible for the work of social health security in the member countries."
The interrogator looked at a document in front of the table and asked, "The time of your visit to Russia, and the list of other personnel."
"The time was in November, but I can't recall the specific date. Along with me was one of your Russian Council members, Miss Dalia, Deputy Secretary-General of the World Tourism Organization, Mr. Lifa, and two other liaisons … "
"After you arrived in Russia, did the Russian Council member, Miss Dalia, invite you to her house as a guest?"
"Yes."
"Can you recall the decoration and layout of his house?" The interrogator turned the document in front of him to the page on which he was face-to-face with.
Even if they had already used his passport, work ID, and his own appearance to prove that the injured man in front of them was the Director of the United States Social Security Bureau.
However, his identity could only make the whole matter even more confusing and full of the smell of conspiracy.
A dignified Director of the United States Social Security Bureau, visiting those small countries, was a figure that the entire country had to receive solemnly.
He had suddenly taken an "invisible" Boeing 747 and flown to Russia's most heavily guarded ballistic missile test base.
This matter was of great importance, and it had to be verified 100% that he was really Director Nenbona.
Director Nenbona rubbed his swollen cheek and began to try his best to recall the details of his visit.
When he had visited Russia with the United Nations, there had been no news reports. The beautiful Russian Council member, Miss Dalia, had only invited him home as a guest.
The more these non-public details were answered, the more initiative he would have.
"Last question."
"The night before you left, where did you and Miss Dalia go, and what happened?"
"This …" Director Nenbona showed a hesitant expression.
..
The interrogator closed the document.
After careful questioning, he had completely confirmed the identity of Director Nenbona.
Director Nenbona was released from all restraints. Someone prepared clean clothes for him, and two military doctors in white coats with medicine boxes in their hands came over to clean the wounds on his face.
After a simple dressing, Director Nenbona was "invited" to a military vehicle.
Director Nenbona did not know where he was being taken, but he could see through the car window that there were sentries ten meters on both sides of the road, and helicopters with searchlights flying overhead from time to time.
"Do you know who they are looking for?" The interrogator sitting next to him looked out the window and asked.
The latter shook his head, and the interrogator pointed at a nearby helicopter. "They are looking for the two pilots on the Boeing 747."
"We searched the entire plane, but we never found the whereabouts of the pilots."
"The pilots are missing?" Director Nenbona was extremely shocked.
When the plane landed, he was thrown into the passenger cabin in a daze. When he recovered slightly, he was greeted with another cold gun butt.
When he opened his eyes again, he was already locked in a sealed warehouse, and he had no idea what had happened during that time.
Immediately, Director Nenbona sneered.
Who did they put on such a big show for? Was it for the news media, or the US government?
Wasn't the plane able to land in Russia a conspiracy staged by them and the two pilots?
Now the pilots were "missing."
Hehe ~
Less than ten minutes after the plane landed, a large number of Russian soldiers surrounded it. Even if the two pilots grew wings, they would not be able to fly out of their search circle.
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