Chapter 94 Let Xie Chen Answer the Phone
The city's airport is dual-use (military and civilian), and recently, due to reasons on the military's side, the permits for private aircraft routes have been significantly reduced.
The nearest airport was in a city dozens of kilometers away, and it would take several hours to drive there. Mu Yan felt it was unnecessary, so Lu Chong bought him the earliest ticket for the next day and personally drove him to the airport and watched him board the plane.
Mu Yan was so happy last night that he could hardly sleep. He kept looking at the successful matching report between the donor and his mother, and at the donor's informed consent form. He kept his eyes open until dawn.
That's great! Mom is saved. From now on, she can travel, dance in the square, and do whatever she wants, just like healthy people.
Having slept poorly last night, and with the plane experiencing some turbulence, Mu Yan leaned back in her seat, closed her eyes, and quickly drifted into a light sleep.
He didn't know how much time had passed when he vaguely heard a broadcast coming from the radio.
"Attention passengers, due to thunderstorms at our destination airport, the aircraft will make an emergency landing at the nearest airport, Shipton Island Airport. Please fasten your seatbelts. Further details will be provided via SMS and hotel landline."
Mu Yan suddenly opened his eyes and gradually regained consciousness.
Shipton Island Airport—Mu Yan seemed to have never heard of this small island before.
He was eager to return home and didn't want to linger in any unnecessary place, but due to the weather, he had no choice.
He was somewhat downcast as he followed the crowd off the plane.
Shipton Island Airport is a small, rudimentary airport with only a few runways, few tow trucks on the ground, and almost no security personnel.
He boarded the airport shuttle bus to the hotel and sent a message to his mother. It was around 8 p.m. there, due to the time difference. Mu Juanhua replied to him quickly.
"It's okay, Yan Yan, I'm not nervous. Besides, the success rate of this surgery is very high, and your brother comes to keep me company every day."
"Yan Yan, haven't you had my cooking in a long time? Once I'm better and discharged from the hospital, I'll cook for you every day."
Mu Yan looked at the words on his phone screen, his heart softening and a little sore. He really wanted to go and be with her in person, instead of being separated by a phone like this, unable to even see her expression.
Other passengers boarded the bus one after another. A young and tall alpha sat down next to Mu Yan. He looked to be in his early twenties, carrying a light backpack, with blond curly hair, a straight nose, and light-colored eyes. He had the typical appearance of a person from Country A.
Although everyone else looked worried because their schedules were delayed, the curly-haired youth didn't seem to be affected much. Seeing Mu Yan's worried expression, he even took the initiative to talk to him.
"Hey, are you in a bad mood? Don't worry too much about the weather, it shouldn't take too long. It's better than flying anyway and getting into trouble, right?"
The fact that people from Country A can strike up conversations with strangers anytime, anywhere is really hard for Mu Yan to handle. He agreed with the curly-haired youth a little embarrassedly and thanked him for his comfort.
The man smiled and extended his hand. "My name is Walsh. I'm going to City A to participate in the Taekwondo Invitational Tournament."
Having probably realized that Mu Yan wasn't a native of this country, Walsh spoke noticeably slower than before so that Mu Yan could hear him clearly.
"My name is Mu Yan. I'm going back to visit my family."
“That shouldn’t matter, don’t worry,” Walsh laughed heartily. “Anyway, your family will forgive you for being late once or twice, right?”
"Then..." Mu Yan asked hesitantly, "Will the emergency landing of the plane disrupt your match?"
Walsh shrugged: "It's okay, I left a week early, planning to get there early for a couple of days, no problem... By the way, are you a local from City A? What are some good places to eat and fun things to do in City A?"
Mu Yan wasn't very familiar with the places that tourists from other places often went to, but he still did his best to give him a brief introduction. The curly-haired youth seemed to have inexhaustible enthusiasm, and he soon unilaterally declared that Mu Yan was the first good friend from Country C he had ever made, and the two exchanged contact information.
The bus left the airport road; there weren't many cars on the road. The island was beautiful, with a sea breeze blowing past the bed, and tall palm trees everywhere. Walsh checked his phone and said they would arrive at the hotel in about five or six minutes.
"The hotel is too close to the airport, it might be a bit noisy," he said, scratching his curly hair in annoyance, then quickly reassured himself, "Oh well, I'll just rest for a bit, maybe I can board the plane again tonight."
Mu Yan nodded and showed him the weather forecast she had just checked. If all went well, they should be able to take off again in a few hours.
According to Baidu, Shipton Island is a small island off the west coast of country A. It has very few permanent residents, and its main source of income comes from people who come for vacations or recuperation. It has the ninth largest sanatorium in country A.
As the shuttle bus drove further and further away from the airport, several beams of bright light suddenly appeared ahead. A military green armored vehicle, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, suddenly swerved and blocked the middle of the road.
The driver slammed on the brakes, and the passengers, who had no seats and had to stand, swayed. Someone couldn't help but swear.
Armored vehicle?
Mu Yan's heart tightened.
Is it a military vehicle? Mu Yan isn't a military enthusiast, but he occasionally watches the news. If it's a military vehicle, this design seems a bit outdated.
Why did the military stop their car? Was there some fugitive or spy on the plane that they were forced to make an emergency landing to arrest?
But why wasn't the arrest made at the airport just now?
Mu Yan instinctively picked up his phone, but for some reason, there was almost no signal here.
“How could it be the Xiaohu 701…” Walsh, standing beside him, paused, seemingly also somewhat bewildered.
Then, several men in camouflage uniforms and carrying guns jumped out of the armored vehicle. They forced open the bus doors and pointed their guns at the people inside.
The driver immediately raised his hands above his head: "What's wrong, sir? Is there some explosive device or dangerous person?"
Someone in the back seat, wanting to watch the drama unfold, took out their phone to take pictures, but was immediately stopped by their companion.
A tall, masked man raised a rifle and fired two shots into the air.
The ringing in his ears echoed in the carriage, and Mu Yan was startled. This was the first time he had ever seen a real gun, and he was so frightened that he trembled slightly.
He realized almost immediately that they were not soldiers, but mercenaries or terrorists.
Screams erupted from the back seat, with cries and screams rising and falling, plunging the carriage into chaos.
Country A has a high level of military capability and is not a common area for terrorists. These travelers, who were born in peaceful areas, never expected to encounter terrorists. They were so frightened that they were completely taken into custody by the terrorists.
The driver was driven to the back, and one of the kidnappers drove the car to an abandoned factory. The hostages were forced out of the car and pushed around before being taken into custody.
The lead kidnapper slowly removed his mask, revealing a sharply defined, mixed-race face. He had deep-set brow bones, a high nose bridge, and a cold, composed gaze.
If He Fan were here, he would definitely recognize him as his good fourth brother, Xie Rong.
Mu Yan was unaware of the grudges involved. He and the others huddled in a corner, forcing themselves to calm down and think about how long it would take for the hotel they were supposed to meet to realize they hadn't arrived on time and then call the police, and how long it would take for the police to arrive.
The people on this bus came from different countries, including country A and China. They came from different backgrounds and industries. If the purpose was to kidnap a specific person, there would be no need to go to such lengths.
It could be to demand ransom from their families, or it could be that kidnapping more people creates enough panic to threaten the government or military into agreeing to their demands.
Regardless of the situation, the hostages are more valuable to them if they live, and they are unlikely to kill them easily.
He wouldn't die here. Mu Yan took a deep breath. He still had to go back to see his mother.
He won't die here.
A sudden commotion broke out in the crowd. The lead kidnapper strode up to one of the hostages, and then a crisp sound, like a screen shattering, echoed in the silent factory.
...Someone tried to call the police, but the kidnappers discovered it.
The lead kidnapper glanced down at the hostage, then stomped heavily on his wrist: "Want to call the police?"
Mu Yan almost heard the sound of bones breaking. The hostage screamed and fell heavily backward.
His heart clenched painfully.
He got separated from Walsh when he got off the bus, and the scream he just heard seemed to sound a bit like Walsh's voice.
"Turn off the signal jammer," the lead kidnapper ordered his men.
His subordinates had some doubts, but when the leader glanced at him, he immediately complied and did as he was told.
Then the kidnapper bent down, picked up the hostage's phone from the ground—the one who wanted to call the police—unlocked it with his fingerprint, and dialed a long number.
"Beep—beep—"
About three seconds later, the call connected quickly. The leader turned on speakerphone, and a clear voice came through to everyone's ears: "Hello, Marine Corps Southern Base, please state the reason."
"Find Colonel Xie Chen, now." He spoke almost word by word, his tone calm.
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone. "Which department are you contacting? If you need to contact a specific officer, please use the internal hotline. You are not authorized to use this channel..."
"Why? Who made that rule?" the lead kidnapper asked calmly.
"Who are you?" the operator finally asked, a hint of nervousness in her voice. "How do you know about our Marine Corps inside information...?"
Bang!
Gunshots rang out without warning. The hostage who tried to call the police fell backward, blood gushing from his forehead and staining the floor beneath him.
Screams erupted, and the crowd seemed to be torn apart, but was quickly and brutally suppressed by several armed men.
"No one is allowed to make a sound! Anyone who does will end up like this curly-haired guy!"
Curly hair........
Mu Yan felt a little uncomfortable in his heart again, but he forced himself to squeeze to the front of the crowd and saw the face of the deceased.
She had curly golden hair, a high nose bridge, and a prominent blood hole on her forehead.
The young alpha lay on the ground, his face filled with terror, his muscles tense, as if he wanted to utter a final cry for help before he died.
The person who was just laughing and talking with him was now a cold corpse on the ground, and Mu Yan felt almost ice-cold all over.
He clutched his chest and began to gag violently.
The lead kidnapper, still holding up his phone which was on, casually said, "I'll say it again, let Xie Chen answer the phone."
This time, the other side was silent for two seconds before quickly responding.
"Please wait a moment."
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