Standing at the entrance of the covered bridge, through the glass, Zhang Jing noticed that 5486 stopped in the distance.
Two airport security police cars drove toward the plane.
Following Zhang Jing's line of sight, the two staff members turned around and saw this scene. They were both shocked and completely unexpected.
After all, wouldn't it be too aggressive to stop a plane preparing to take off with just a prank call? Is the loss too great?
On the plane, the captain cooperated with the request, opened the cabin door from the inside, and lowered the boarding ladder.
Five airport security police officers boarded the plane, and the cabin was full of people, so everyone looked at them.
Sitting on the right wing by the window, the fried chicken man who hurriedly boarded the plane realized that something was wrong. He quickly took out something from his backpack and threw it under the seat.
This strange behavior was noticed by the 27- or 28-year-old boy sitting next to him. When the security police stopped next to their seat, the boy immediately reported, "This person is hiding something under the seat."
The serious-looking security policeman took the initiative to unbuckle the seat belt of the middle-aged female passenger sitting in the aisle, pulled her up by her arms, and asked her to leave her seat.
The young man sitting in the middle got up on his own without the help of the security police and left in a hurry.
In the end, only the fried chicken man was left sitting by the window.
At this time, all passengers and flight attendants realized that there was a high probability of being targeted by the airport security police.
"Sir," the security police officer took out his electric shock baton and asked, "please unbuckle your seat belt and come out slowly."
The Fried Chicken Man began to speak animal language. He realized that something was wrong, but he didn't want to surrender.
Combining the reports and the fried chicken man's strange behavior, the security police determined that there was something wrong with the man, and directly shocked him with electric shocks, dragging him out of his seat.
Then a bag of metal powder, which looked like a flammable substance, was found from under his seat... This scared the airport security police into a cold sweat.
Watching a person being escorted off the plane from a distance, Zhang Jing reminded the woman who had been kneeling for a long time and could not stand up, "Because of your fault, two hundred people were almost killed. Next time, not all foreigners will be your father."
Because she didn't know what was going on, the woman who let the fried chicken man board the plane forcefully explained: "Maybe it was just a misunderstanding, or maybe she was arresting a fugitive."
As soon as the words fell, a group of five security policemen trotted over and tied the hands of the two women with round hair who were guarding the entrance of the corridor bridge behind their backs and handcuffed them.
In connection with the terrorist attack, not only the two of them, but also the security inspector who let the fried chicken enter the airport, were also locked up by the security police.
The lock may be wrong, but because the matter is important, no one dares to be careless.
"Why are you arresting me!" The *** woman resisted and shouted loudly, "Why are you arresting me! Help!"
"Someone is planning to attack the plane," the arresting security policeman explained. "You are cooperating with the suspect, please cooperate with the investigation."
***The woman was dumbfounded... If she was convicted of this kind of crime, she would have to spend the rest of her life in prison, and she would be honest in an instant.
For Zhang Jing, this incident was just a small episode. He bought a new ticket and landed in Xiangjiang at seven o'clock that evening.
Unlock the flight mode and receive a message from Xiao Xiaotian.
The metal powder brought onto the plane was flammable and was brought in with the help of restaurant staff at the airport, with the intention of igniting it in the air.
The purpose is to retaliate against the ban on imported fried chicken, seafood and food in Zone D. .b.
The penalty for the Ruyi Airlines staff who let the fried chicken man board the plane is to be fired and subject to public inspection and surveillance.
This will allow all aviation practitioners and airport managers to be more vigilant.
Zhang Jing quickly replied to the message, "Code my face!" "
Xiao Xiaotian replied with an "ok" gesture.
Take a taxi to the Silvermine Bay Museum. The museum is still open at this time and is open until 9pm.
There is no way, the exhibits are too rich and precious.
As a result, there are too many tourists. In addition to the locals in Xiangjiang, the 1.4 billion people in District D, as well as Europeans and people from the League District all want to take a look.
The museum has strict security both on the surface and on the inside.
Zhang Jing used facial recognition to reach the third floor without any obstruction and took out the harvest in Paris.
The shipwreck-related items previously harvested from the Strait of Johor are still there.
If Zhang Jing had not invited Xu Zehong, he would not come to the third floor. He is only a part-time cultural relics manager and is not responsible for the security of the museum.
The security of the museum is handled by a legal security company under the Grand Coconut Bank. Most of the employees are from the mainland and the Kingdom of God, and they are all retired military personnel.
After a while, Xu Zehong, who was in his seventies, arrived.
Seeing the ancient objects on the table and on the floor, as an expert on ancient Silk Road cultural relics, Xu Zehong was naturally excited and excited, so he started talking nonsense, "Which tomb was this armor taken from?"
"Can you speak?" Zhang Jing's expression was dark, "I am contributing to the archaeological cause!"
After being together for so long, Xu Zehong could swear that his daughter Xu Nuo didn't understand Zhang Jing as well as his father.
He is upright and kind, but some of his methods are shady, and his smuggling methods are world-class and unmatched.
While chatting, Xu Zehong put on gloves for himself. He started working and introduced Zhang Jing, "This armor is not rusty, the joints are flexible, it has experienced battlefields, and the important points are complete. It is a good treasure."
Like in the past, Xu Zehong never priced cultural relics, but Zhang Jing took the initiative to ask every time.
Now, Zhang Jing's spirit has reached its highest level and his awareness has been improved. He doesn't ask for money. He doesn't sell it for any amount of money and keeps it for display.
"Can it be exhibited?" Xu Zehong looked away and asked Zhang Jing.
Zhang Jing nodded, "You can display it with confidence."
"As long as it can be displayed," Xu Zehong then looked at the dagger inlaid with gold and gems, and continued chatting with Zhang Jing, "The treasure on the third floor is on display. People in the League District suspected that it was a Confederate Army treasure and asked the museum to explain its provenance."
"Ignore them," Zhang Jing said in a contemptuous tone, "Tell them it's a Confederate Army treasure and ask them to provide evidence."
Xu Zehong nodded slightly, turned off the bright light, looked at the jeweled sword in his hand, and asked in a puzzled tone, "Are these things from Silky Chicken?"
"That's right," Zhang Jing said of its origin, "something dug out of an ancient cemetery on the outskirts of Paris."
"This should be a luxury item used by the royal family for decoration. The two-headed lion carving on it is proof."
The analysis continues. Behind them are gold and silver utensils, which are antiques, but have limited value.
The most valuable items for display are armor and short swords.
Next came the things fished out of the Johor Strait. Xu Zehong went straight to the large anchor that was covered with sea moss but not corroded by the skin.
The anchor is placed on the ground and the overall height is about 1.5 meters. new
After looking around the anchor for a while, Xu Zehong slowly turned around and looked at Zhang Jing with a surprised expression, "Isn't this the one in Semarang and Sanbao Temple?"
Zhang Jingxiao, there is an anchor used in the Western voyages in the Sanbao Temple. The locals built a pavilion for it, burned incense every day as a sacred object, and knelt down to worship it every day.
"Definitely not," Xu Zehong said to himself, "Although the style is the same, this one was obviously just fished out of the sea not long ago, God..."
Xu Zehong was so excited that his body trembled, "This is a really good thing, it can be the treasure of the museum!"
Zhang Jing smiled, the trip to Kuala Lumpur was a good deal.
It was like there was a steel wire in the dark. Just when Zhang Jing was happy, the seventy-year-old gray-haired Holly Sutton, the head of the Amu Intelligence Bureau, finally found a natural opportunity to plant a spy around Zhang Jing. .
"The update is late, it's a shame."
