I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

North of the Philippine island of Samar, a yacht floats quietly on the surface of the western Pacific Ocean.

Standing on the yacht, the man in the hat dropped his hair on the shoulder and looked at the falling meteor, and the corner of his mouth slid a touch of curvature.

In China, people with ginseng are staring, and they have no chance to start. Moreover, with the security inspection procedures at Huaguo Airport, they did not have the possibility of bringing explosives to the aircraft. So from the beginning, they did not intend to solve Jiang Chen in the plane.

The shoulder-type anti-aircraft missile is only suitable for low-altitude and low-altitude targets. It is impossible to shoot down a passenger airliner flying at a height of 10,000 meters. In this case, if you want to shoot down the target with a shoulder-mounted anti-aircraft missile, you need to "consciously" The "falling height."

The bomb was used to threaten the passenger plane to land nearby, forcing it to fly to the nearest Cebu International Airport. After entering the range of the portable missile at its descending height, shoot it down.

According to the route calculation, here is the best shooting position that Tanaka can analyze.

Whether the means is too cruel and whether it will hurt innocents is never a question they are considering.

"...is really a beautiful fireworks. Yes, it’s good, the professor will be happy after seeing it." Throwing the "Stinger" modified launcher in his hand on the deck, Tian Zhong smiled and sent the smoke that dragged the smoke. "Meteor" is gone.

"Hit the left wing engine... the crash rate is only 70%." At the door of the cabin, Ladis, who was a mercenary, put down the telescope in his hand and said faintly, "Are you sure that the professor will be happy?"

"Of course." Tanaka smiled. "But this is really troublesome... In case he is bet on the 30% probability, the professor will be very troubled. Mr. Ladisve, please."

He never told his own staff that he was the professor and he has always been an assistant. In all senses, there are many more people who want to teach their lives than those who want Jiang Chen’s life.

Radisov glanced at him and took a cigarette from his pocket and licked it.

"You are getting more and more crazy. Isn't it true that the name is placed with the base and is? How does Cebu say the second largest city in the Philippines? Are you a Philippine team?"

"The Philippine team is fighting with the Moro country. There are still many opportunities to fish in the water. Although I have prepared some interesting gadgets on the plane, just in case. Just ask someone to take a trip. Rest assured, extra tasks will have extra bounties.” Tanaka said with a smile.

"Little things?" Ladisov moved slightly.

He didn't know what stuff Tanaka had on hand, but he heard that the company was developing a chemical weapon.

"I said, Mr. Ladisve. This is war. War." Tanaka stretched out a finger and shook it, then pinched his cap and finished it. "Although it is a semi-finished product, let me Take this opportunity and see how it works. Hahaha..."

The dry and arrogant laughter drifted away on the lonely sea, annihilated in the choppy waves.

Radisov spit in a silent voice and looked at the white smoke.

"I need manpower, equipment, helicopters."

Tanaka stopped laughing and opened his arms to his partner.

"Already ready."

......

Inside the Philippine ground air traffic control station. An unusual red dot appeared on the radar. The mu771 flight, which was originally planned to fly to the new country of Coro Island, deviated from the course and entered the Philippine airspace from the high seas. After the abnormality was found, the air traffic controller immediately contacted the crew.

Tower: "Here is the Manila Tower, mu771, you have entered the Manila area to control the range, communication frequency 132.6"

Crew: "This is the mu771 flight, the left wing engine is on fire! We were attacked by a missile and requested to land!"

Tower: "...what?"

Crew: "Repeat it, the missile hit our left wing engine! We need help!"

Tower: "Please keep calm. Cebu Airport Tower will provide you with a landing runway. Please follow our instructions..."

Hit by a missile? !

The people in the air traffic control station suddenly panicked. The phone hit the presidential palace of the Philippines and then went to the headquarters. Air Force commander Edgar, who had just rolled out the sheets with his wife, was preparing to sleep, and was picked up by Aquino from the bed by a phone call.

"The mu771 flight was hit by a missile! I need an explanation!" The phone was just connected. Aquino’s roar rushed up the phone line to Edgar’s head.

"I, I don't know, but I swear, absolutely not our people! What is going on? What flights and missiles..." Edgar, a confused one, replied in a panic.

Aquino gasped.

“The mu771 flight was hit near our airspace, the left wing engine caught fire and is now flying to Cebu airport.”

Edgar’s first reaction was. This is definitely a joke, the subconscious squint at the calendar, and the face suddenly ugly.

Today is not April Fool's Day!

"It must have been shot down by people in Moro!"

"Fart! Their shoulder-type anti-aircraft missiles can shoot down the 10,000-meter-high passenger plane!" Aquino heard the speech of the mentally retarded, suddenly slammed his heart and roared.

The equipment of the Moro guerrillas could not reach the height of the passenger plane. This is why the US F35 fighters have no pressure to carry out support operations in Mindanao. Can shoot down the passenger plane in the sea, only the Philippines has this strength. Once the hat is buckled on the head of the Philippines, the international image of the Philippines is all over...

If they still have it.

Realizing the seriousness of the problem, Edgar rushed out of the house and called to the subordinates to move in the direction of the headquarters.

At the Manila military base, two fa-50s took off urgently and leaned in the direction of the mu771 flight.

When the two fa-50s rushed to the side of the passenger plane, they witnessed the horror of the passenger plane. The pilot who drove the fighters suddenly squeezed the passengers on the passenger plane.

At the moment, the left wing of the Boeing airliner has been covered in dark smoke. Through the thick smoke, you can see the fire that has not been extinguished.

I have to say that it has already been hurt, and it is a miracle to keep the taxiing attitude to the airport.

The captain of the mu771 flight and the first officer were struggling, praying not to break the wing, while desperately saving the plane that was gradually out of control.

"No! All is over, we can't get to the airport!" The first officer stared at the meter while desperately said.

"Keep on, we can do it! Be sure to stick to the airport!"

"Damn, the right wing is damaged! The engine is malfunctioning! Mom. Let me move it!" The captain repeatedly tried to restart the engine, but both ended in failure.

Mu771 has completely turned into a ******.

The faces of the crew were filled with despair. After the initial crying, the passengers in the plane began to write a suicide note on clothes and notebooks. Seeing this **** scene, Jiang Chen’s eyes flashed a little, but in the end he took a deep breath and calmed down.

He knows that he can't save everyone.

In the heart, I sang "I will avenge you", then he stood up and walked in the direction of the toilet.

"Where are you going?" The flight attendant saw Jiang Chen untie the seat belt and stood up from his seat. He couldn't help but ask.

"Going to the toilet." Jiang Chen said faintly, ignored her and walked in the direction of the toilet.

At the same time, in the cockpit, the captain who had no choice but to hang down his hands.

"Here is Cebu Tower, mu771, location 32r, runway available, please"

"Here is mu771, we can't arrive. Please tell my family for me, I love them."

A thick smoke crossed the night sky of Cebu, crossed the island of Bohol, and headed for Cagayan, the port on the northwestern coast of Mindanao, and fell... (to be continued).