Chapter 824
Taking Over the Scene
Chapter 824 Taking Over the Scene
After being carefully repaired, the plane, which was now completely undetectable of damage, slowly descended until it touched the ground amidst tremors. It then glided along the long runway, its speed gradually decreasing.
The area around the runway had been completely cleared, and the yellow and black isolation strips were shaking violently in the wind. Countless eyes were fixed on the huge iron bird.
Before the plane had even come to a complete stop, the armed police vehicles stationed at the airport, like sharks smelling blood, roared out from all directions, quickly forming a tight encirclement.
They had already learned of the hijacking from CNN's live broadcast. At this moment, everyone was on high alert, the rotating police lights flashing a chilling red and blue light.
Almost simultaneously, another team dressed in black combat uniforms quickly formed a second encirclement, with well-equipped snipers positioned on the rooftops.
Fire trucks and ambulance convoys formed a tight formation along the edge of the cordon, water hoses were laid out on the ground, and paramedics stood beside the vehicles, watching the silent plane with bated breath.
The hatch remained closed for a long time.
During the live broadcast, the hijacker, who seemed to have been persuaded by the host Kerry, did not come forward to surrender, and none of the passengers he had taken hostage were released.
—What exactly happened on the plane after the connection was lost? Did the hijackers change their minds and once again take all the passengers hostage, intending to extort money from the governments of the United Kingdom and the United States?
The police officers, wearing bulletproof vests and holding guns, looked grim, and the atmosphere was heavy as iron. Every second of waiting seemed to be stretched out indefinitely.
Just then, another convoy arrived at the scene. The man in the lead looked to be around fifty years old, tall and thin, with his gray-brown hair neatly combed.
He took out his identification and showed it, then said in a low voice:
"I am Seton Straw, Counter Terrorism Command, Metropolitan Police. I am in full command of the field."
"Yes!"
The police officer handed over command without hesitation, secretly relieved.
Without the slightest hesitation, Straw sent instructions to the control tower via encrypted equipment:
"I need to establish contact quickly via cockpit radio. I need to speak directly with the captain to confirm the situation inside the cabin, the safety of the crew, and any potential threats."
"Yes."
The tower communications officer, wearing headphones and keeping a close eye on the runway, transmitted his voice to the cockpit via a dedicated channel:
"British Airways 294, this is London Tower. Please report the situation on board. Repeat, please report the situation on board!"
The entire airport seemed to hold its breath, everyone waiting.
……
"Vade..."
On the plane, Mr. Weasley looked at Wade.
"Don't rush," Wade said, putting away his friend's book. "Wait a little longer."
……
The other end of the radio waves remained completely silent.
Some people had beads of sweat on their foreheads, and some were looking toward Commander Straw.
Just as Straw was about to give another order, a low engine roar suddenly came from outside the cordon, and several unmarked black cars stopped outside the cordon.
The car door opened, and a group of men in black suits got out one after another. The man at the head of the group was particularly "eye-catching" because his head was shaved clean, his skin was dark, and his shirt was so white it seemed to glow. Most striking was the gold earring he was wearing, which seemed out of place in this formal and solemn occasion, yet it blended perfectly with his aura, as if it were an integral part of him.
The group of people flashed their identification in the exact same manner as Straw, and then passed through the heavy blockade without any hindrance, coming directly to Straw.
“Hello, sir,” the man said in a deep voice, “I am Kingsley Shaker. By urgent orders from the Cabinet Office, we are taking full control of this incident immediately. All personnel on site are to immediately relinquish command and cooperate with our subsequent actions.”
Having confirmed the other party's identity, Straw was about to hand over control of the situation when his gaze suddenly paused slightly.
He saw a young woman with light gray hair behind the group, her face showing a mixture of nervousness and eagerness, like a teenager who had accidentally wandered into the adult world rather than a well-trained member of a special department.
Upon closer inspection, it became clear that the others also seemed somewhat off—
For example, that short, stocky man kept tugging at his collar, looking very uncomfortable in a suit.
Another example is someone with a gentle temperament. His appearance is fine, but his expression is too lacking in aggression. A hint of worry unconsciously shows in his gaze as he looks at the plane.
There was another scruffy fellow whose eyes darted around, revealing a cunning and shifty look that came from someone who had grown up in the lower class. He didn't seem like an elite who could enter the cabinet; he looked more like a thief who had accidentally gotten his hands on an expensive suit and sneaked in.
The commander's already tense nerves were on high alert once again. He subtly gestured to his subordinates, his hand moving stealthily towards the pistol at his waist, while he said in a firm tone:
“I’m sorry, Mr. Shakel. Given the special circumstances, I must verify your identities and authorizations again!”
"can."
Kingsley showed no displeasure. He calmly took out his identification, had the other party verify it, and then took out another document and handed it over calmly.
Standing beside him, Lupin saw that the title of the document read—
Memorandum on a collaborative plan for the sterilization and immunization of stray cats in specific areas of London.
His lips twitched slightly, and he almost couldn't keep his expression in check.
The commander's eyes glazed over for a moment, his gaze lingering on the document for a few seconds, and he even flipped through the pages to look at them, but his pupils were slightly unfocused.
When he looked up again, the suspicion and sharpness in his eyes had disappeared, replaced by a slightly bewildered friendliness.
"Identity confirmed."
He stepped aside to clear a path and gave the order: "All units, make way! Commander Shaker's squad will have priority!"
"Thank you for your cooperation."
Kingsley nodded slightly, put away the documents, and without any extra expression, led the people behind him quickly toward the silent plane.
The heavy-duty boarding car emitted a deep hum as it slowly drove towards the plane, carrying Kingsley and his group of men in black.
A questioning voice rose from the crowd: "What are they trying to do? The cabin door isn't open... They can't be trying to peer through the plane window to observe the situation, can they?"
Before the words were even finished, just as the boarding platform was about to approach the plane, the previously closed cabin door opened smoothly!
The dark doorway resembled a giant maw, waiting for its prey to walk in.
Upon seeing this, the commander's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly, and a vague sense of doubt rose in his mind again, only to be suppressed by a strange calm.
The cabinet officials seemed completely oblivious to how strange this "door opening" was, and walked in without stopping, disappearing at the hatch entrance.
(End of this chapter)