Chapter 812: The Ultimate Anti-Terrorist Solution

Something happened? At the airport?

What could possibly happen at the airport?

Zhang Yong didn't really care.

It seemed that Madam and Chen Nade had already left, so there shouldn't be any important people at Longhua Airport right now...

If there are no important people, then nothing will happen.

If there is a big shot, then even the most trivial matter can become a huge deal. But if there is no big shot, then even the biggest deal can become a trivial matter.

This is the 'theory of relativity' that Zhang Yong has concluded after two lifetimes. So, stay calm.

Zhang Yong asked calmly, 'What is it?'

'Someone has taken more than 20 passengers who just got off the plane,' Yang Lichu said anxiously.

'Hijacking?' Zhang Yong said the two words with doubt.

Now?

1936?

Someone hijacked a plane?

Oh, no. It's hostage-taking.

Because they've already come off the plane. They're already on the ground.

I thought someone was hijacking a plane in the air. It turns out they're already on the ground. That's not very challenging. It can be handled easily.

How?

Just shoot all the hostages. Then the hijackers will have no one to rely on.

That's the ultimate counter-terrorism move.

Raise the machine gun...

Chug-chug-chug...

Done.

Of course, it's just a thought.

You have to go to the scene first. What if there's an important person among the hostages?

'Take me there.'

'Okay.'

Yang Lichu leads the way.

They find that there are already many armed guards here.

Most of them are from the Third Intelligence Department. There are also some guards from the surrounding areas.

This may be the first time they have encountered such a situation. So, there doesn't seem to be any plan. Everyone is walking around like headless flies.

'Director Zhang!'

'Director Zhang!'

People kept saying hello.

They were from other departments. No one knew what to do.

For a moment, Zhang Yong suddenly realised that he seemed to be the obvious choice! When it came to handling a hostage situation, he really knew what to do.

In the future, with such advanced information technology, the corresponding information can be easily found.

Kidnapping and hijacking are nothing new. The corresponding solutions are readily available.

There is no need to look anything up.

You can tell what to do with your eyes closed.

'First, evacuate all non-essential personnel. No one is allowed to approach.'

'Second, close all entrances and exits.'

'Third, keep the news under wraps. No reporters, especially foreign reporters.'

'Fourth, give me all the information on everyone. Both the robbers and the hostages.'

Zhang Yong gave his orders slowly and deliberately.

He could already see the robbers and hostages through the binoculars.

Those with guns were the robbers. Those without guns were the hostages. That was the theory.

It should be said that robberies these days are very primitive.

Especially hijacking an airplane, I don't know if this is the first case in the world?

There are three robbers in total, with three pistols. It seems to be a revolver?

Okay. These days there are no security procedures. And no one would have thought of taking hostages.

If you want to hide a revolver on your body and take it on the plane, no one seems to search for it.

The main thing is that nothing like this has happened before.

But there was another person with a gun. But he didn't show it. Zhang Yong suspected that this person was the real mastermind.

Those without guns should all be hostages. There were a total of 25 of them. There were men, women and children.

Suddenly, Yang Lichu was found to be very nervous. He couldn't help but be curious.

'Are there any family members among the hostages?'

'My father...'

'Oh?'

Zhang Yong's expression changed.

It turned out to be the future father-in-law!

Then he had to perform well. Let him accept him on the spot.

'Which one is he?'

'The one in the dark yellow overcoat...'

'Is that him?'

'You know my father?'

'No. Your father is carrying a gun. I thought he was the robber. I almost arranged for someone to kill him first.'

'Bastard! You...'

'Calm down! No one has fired yet, right?'

'Don't do anything rash...'

Yang Lichu was so nervous that she was sweating profusely.

That bastard Zhang Yong! He actually thought her father was a robber! Fortunately, she spoke up early.

Otherwise, she might really have been shot by someone Zhang Yong had arranged.

'Don't worry. Your father will be fine.'

Zhang Yong remained calm.

Those robbers were probably amateurs.

They had taken hostages, but they hadn't stayed on the plane.

I guess they didn't want to stay on the plane themselves. They didn't know how to hide either. All three were exposed.

The terrain between them and the surrounding obstacles is no more than 300 metres in a straight line. For a sniper rifle, 300 metres is not a big deal.

Immediately arrange for a sniper to be ready.

Luckily, in Shanghai, he has enough sniper rifles.

They are all equipped with Springfield M1903 rifles, and the distance is about 300 metres. It's easy to headshot.

Arrange.

Arrange the position for the sniper personally.

Yang Lichu immediately realised that something was wrong. Watching the situation, why did Zhang Yong still have to use the gun?

'Don't...'

'Bang!'

'Bang!'

The gun went off.

The three robbers were shot dead on the spot.

All of them were killed by a single shot. The gun went off and they fell. It was estimated that they didn't react at all.

'...Mess...'

Yang Lichu's last two words were just uttered. Then she was stunned.

She hadn't finished speaking. Shots had already been fired from this side.

This damned Zhang Yong! He's really gone mad.

She hurriedly looked at her father.

Fortunately, it seemed that he was fine.

'It's done,'

Zhang Yong said, clapping his hands.

It was as if it was a trivial matter.

In fact, it really was trivial. These robbers were complete novices.

He really wanted to tell them that this was not the procedure for hijacking a plane. However, there was no chance. The heads of all three robbers had been blown off.

The power of the Springfield M1903 rifle was still very strong. Especially headshots.

'Dad!'

Yang Lichu rushed up.

The man in the dark yellow overcoat looked slightly panicked.

He subconsciously drew his gun. Then he realised that all the other hijackers had been killed. Before he could react, all the hijackers were dead.

'Dad!'

'Dad!'

Yang Lichu rushed up to the man.

The man was then sure that it was over. He put his pistol away.

Zhang Yong came forward.

Neither humble nor arrogant. Standing at attention. Saluting.

The other person is the deputy head of the Ministry of Justice. He is a high-ranking official. A salute is definitely in order.

'Deputy Head Yang.'

'Dad, this is Zhang Yong.'

'Him?'

Obviously, Deputy Head Yang is a little surprised.

This young man in front of him, who doesn't seem to be very good-looking, is actually Zhang Yong?

Of course he knows the name. Seems to have been quite flamboyant recently?

Mixed reviews.

The target of everyone's criticism.

Outsiders' comments are that he is greedy and lustful.

Yang, the deputy director, is certainly not superficial, as he has managed to become a deputy director. However, he really doesn't know Zhang Yong.

He wants to say something, but stops himself.

Zhang Yong's expression does not change. He remains silent.

Yang, the deputy director, probably wants to say, 'Don't bother my daughter. Go find another woman.'

But Yang Lichi is right there, so it would be embarrassing to say something like that.

He has no intention of defending himself. Nor does he deny it.

Yes, I'm eating out of one bowl and looking at another.

You should know what the situation is. I don't need to describe it to you.

'Did you order the shooting?'

'Yes.'

'Weren't you afraid of hitting other people?'

'No.'

'Why not?'

'In theory, ignoring the lives of the hostages is the ultimate counter-terrorism solution.'

'You, you, you're talking nonsense!'

'I'm not.'

'You, you still have a reason?'

'Yang, calm down and listen to me.'

'Go ahead.'

'If we hold back and are afraid to act, there will only be more hostage-taking incidents in the future. I don't want there to be a second time. All the robbers must be told that if they take such action, the result will only be death. Even if all the hostages die, you will not achieve your goal.'

'Well, well, the hostages were killed. What do you do?'

'Pay compensation.'

'Human life is precious.'

'Yang, if I were in charge, this would be my attitude. If you're not satisfied, then find someone else to take charge. Otherwise, this will happen again. The more lenient you are, the more of these things will happen. And when that happens, more people will suffer. I'm hoping for a short-term pain rather than a long-term one. I hope you understand.'

'You...'

'Yang, I know what I said was cold. Ruthless. But I have always walked on the edge of darkness. For me, violence is the most fundamental means of deterring the enemy. The enemy is vicious, so you have to be more vicious than they are.'

'You, I'm not talking to you anymore.'

'Please!'

Zhang Yong nodded. He stepped aside.

Yang straightened his coat. He strode off.

Yang Lichu stamped her foot. She gave Zhang Yong a reproachful look. Hurriedly, she followed him.

In the end, Yang Lichu didn't have to follow him. She had to turn back angrily. She looked at Zhang Yong with a reproachful look.

'Please, can't you put it more gently?'

'No. Because I don't want there to be a next time. If we agree to the robber's conditions today, I guarantee that there will be a second robbery tomorrow.'

'You...'

'That's how I'm going to handle this. If you don't like it, find someone else to deal with it!'

'You...'

'By the way, where is the 4th Airborne Police Regiment? I need to see them.'

'Follow me!'

Yang Lichu had no choice but to brace herself. She had to distract herself.

Although she also felt that Zhang Yong was cold and ruthless, it seemed to make sense.

'Team leader!'

Suddenly, Wei Fangquan called out.

Zhang Yong turned his head. He saw Wei Fangquan take out a small notebook.

It was found on top of the robber's body.

After the robber was killed, Zhang Yong did not personally go to check.

He thought it was an ordinary robber. He didn't bother to take a closer look. He just told his subordinates to go check.

As a result, Wei Fangquan found a small notebook on the robber's body. Zhang Yong took it over and flipped through it, and found that there were a lot of phone numbers on it.

Could it be a personal phone book?

No...

They are all four digits long...

These are not phone numbers. They are telegraph codes.

The problem is that all the numbers start with 9. These are not ordinary telegraph codes.

Ordinary telegraph codes seem to be arranged in stroke order. Starting from 7000, the words have many strokes. The words starting with 9 have even more strokes.

A normal telegram cannot be all telegraph codes starting with 9.

Therefore, these telegraph codes must be converted. Only then can the exact telegraph code be obtained. Then it can be translated.

This is decoding.

It is extremely painful and boring work.

The success rate may be less than 1%, but the failure rate is over 99%. It is very testing.

Strange...

How did the robbers get hold of such code?

They were sloppy. They didn't leave any survivors.

Could it be that these robbers actually have some background?

However, the map shows that they are not Japanese spies.

Then who are they?

Sigh...

This is really too much trouble.

Put the code away.

Never mind. We'll deal with it later when we meet someone who knows what they're doing.

I don't think anyone but Natasha could decipher this kind of code. She's a real genius.

'Oh, yes,' Zhang Yong suddenly remembered something and turned to Yang Lichu and said, "Give me a recent photo of yourself.'

'What for?" Yang Lichu was suspicious.

Zhang Yong took out a blank German visa and said, "This.'

Yang Lichu took it with some doubt and said, "I have an American visa.'

'This will be more useful in a few years,'

'Really?'

Yang Lichu half-believed and half-doubted, and put it away.

Zhang Yong didn't explain in detail either. After all, that was five years from now. It was still a long time from now.

As it was, he was running around every day, busy with a million things, so busy that he didn't even have time to fart. A year felt like a long, long time. How much longer would five years be?

They arrived at the base of the 4th Airborne Police Regiment.

The 4th Airborne Police Regiment also belonged to the Air Force Security Service.

They are the only mobile unit. They are not stationed in one place.

'Director Zhang!'

'Director Yang.'

'Director Zhang!'

'Chief of Staff Song!'

Zhang Yong greeted Yang Buqing and Song Youming.

They were both here. They had brought a company with them. About 120 people. The full complement.

This company alone is fully staffed. All the other companies are only empty shells. Some have only a dozen people. A regiment, according to the establishment, should have jurisdiction over three battalions and nine companies. However, at present, the 4th Airborne Regiment only has one company that can be pulled out.

There is nothing to say. Zhang Yong has no say in recruiting soldiers. He also doesn't have the time or energy for the moment.

What he can do now is to distribute the Garand semi-automatic rifles.

At this moment, the system is finally quite useful. It provides a considerable amount of ammunition.

The semi-automatic rifle is powerful and has a large firing range, but it also consumes a lot of ammunition.

Each magazine contains eight rounds. It only takes three seconds to fire all the bullets. If you are skilled, you can fire at least 50 rounds a minute.

In other words, if you fire at full speed, a soldier carrying 200 rounds can finish them all in half an hour. If you run out of bullets, you are as useless as a stick.

This is a minor problem.

If the 4th Airborne Regiment is deployed on a mission in the future, Zhang Yong must follow.

Otherwise, there is simply no way to provide enough ammunition.

No one else can do it.

Frown.

It seems like he has put another yoke on himself.

Arming a special airborne regiment and forming a special operations unit seems very fulfilling.

But the consequence is that he may really not have time to fart in the future.

You must know that after the full-scale war next year, the Air Force will still have a lot of operational tasks. There will also be many pilots shot down.

The vast majority of pilots shot down, if they don't die in the air, will be searched for and found by the Japanese invaders after they parachute to the ground, and then they will be killed. At that time, if his task is to search for pilots and save them, he will definitely encounter the Japanese invaders frequently.

The future is full of challenges!

Suddenly, an absurd thought popped into his head –

But we can't just sit back and take it!

Why not take the initiative?

Just fly directly to the enemy's rear and parachute in?

For example, parachute into Fengtian right now? Shoot and run?

Er...

I'm shocked by myself.

Quickly shake my head. Repel this terrible thought.

How dare I parachute into the enemy's rear to fight when I haven't even got a clue? I want to die. The Japanese have plenty of fighter jets in their air force, right?

Once they spot you in the air, they'll shoot you down straight away.

You won't even have a chance to land.

However...

Another absurd thought pops into my head –

the Japanese don't have radar!

The chances of the Japanese spotting an aircraft in the sky are almost the same as winning the lottery.

The sky is so big, with so many clouds, and a plane flying through it alone is like an ant crawling on the ground. The chances of being spotted are slim to none. Maybe it's not such a bad idea to give it a try...

Quickly shake your head.

Shoo all these crazy thoughts away!

No.

Really no!

Even if you can successfully reach it, there is no way to retreat.

So...

Stop!

Stop!

Suddenly, someone hurriedly came running,

'Team leader, there's a phone call for you.

'Who is it?'

'He said his surname is Miao.'

'Mr Miao?'

Zhang Yong's mind twitched.

Mr Miao?

What is it?