"As a rule, there is a federal aviation police officer on every flight who is dressed cheaply and is responsible for handling unexpected situations."
"Regent 753 is in charge of Officer Charpentier. He is sitting in the row near the window and is the primary target of investigation."
Andy was going through the final process. He felt it was unnecessary, but the big shot didn't think so.
"Here, a diplomat from Berlin, Rolf Huberman, came to attend the Security Council meeting on peninsula security. He should carry a diplomatic bag without going through customs inspection."
"Now, an emergency response team has been sent over there to retrieve the mail bag. You can't let anyone handle this thing..."
"Remember to take photos secretly."
Is this Eagle Sauce?
Shameless enough.
After listening to the final order, Andy began to board the plane.
The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention has set up disinfection booths, and the last person to enter will be responsible for closing them to ensure that gases in the cabin do not leak to the outside world.
"No unusual noise."
"accessible."
Reports kept coming from the headset.
The expected war did not break out. Andy, who was walking at the back and acting with the doctor, did not dare to take it lightly. He still raised his gun to maintain an almost non-existent sense of security.
challenge accepted--
Travel through time and gain a new identity——
Waiting for the cheap daddy to get off the plane——
Get involved in mysterious events and join the investigation.
A set of combo punches appeared here.
A feeling of deathly silence came over me.
Rows of corpses sat facing him, and although the passengers' eyes remained open, they showed no reaction to the bright searchlights.
No one had a nosebleed.
No one has bulging eyes.
No one was foaming at the mouth or bleeding from the corners of their mouths.
Of course, there are no body spots.
All the passengers were sitting quietly with calm expressions. Their arms were either hanging on the aisle or slumped on their legs. There were no obvious injuries, especially their necks, which were very smooth.
Some mobile phones are in their trouser pockets, while others are stuffed in their handbags, each emitting ringtones or text message alerts, one after another.
It was the only sound in the cabin.
As requested, they found the disguised aviation police officer.
He is about forty years old, with slightly bald black hair. He is wearing a blue-orange baseball shirt with piping, which is the representative color of the New York Mets. It also has the city mascot painted on it, and a pair of jeans on his lower body.
At this moment, his chin was resting on his chest, as if he were napping with his eyes open.
Under Andy's gaze and protection, Dr. Ivor played with the officer's head and kept pushing it back.
"The neck joints are not stiff and the head can move."
As he spoke, Dr. Nora opened his jaw.
The tongue and upper part of the throat were pink, and there was no obvious poisoning reaction.
"Officer, I need more light."
"receive."
Andy guarded the surrounding area for fear of being attacked by a sudden explosion of corpses. At the same time, he opened the sun visor next to the seat to allow outside engineering lighting to come in.
Then, a blazing white dragon rushed into the cabin.
"There was no vomiting, not like gas poisoning."
"If it's carbon monoxide poisoning, there will be obvious blisters on the skin, which will look swollen, almost like leather."
Industry specializing in surgery.
In related fields, he was better than Andy who could only observe the neck and associate it with vampires. He humbly admitted it and at the same time gestured to tell the members that they must be alert at all times.
A cabin of corpses, if they all get up...
This scene is really mind-numbing.
Anyway, Andy didn't want to be eliminated at the beginning and disappear completely.
"Judging from his posture, he did not feel any discomfort before his death. It seemed that he would get up and walk towards the boarding gate after the seat belt warning light went off."
"Um."
The two doctors examined it carefully.
Andy noticed that there was a bag in front of the police officer, with the zipper half open and well disguised, a Notre Dame commemorative shirt, several tattered word puzzle books, a horror book, and a Black plastic cased pistol.
"Did you guys see it?"
He couldn't help but ask.
"We saw it."
A voice came from the communication channel.
All entrants have portable cameras on their shoulders, and the outside world can constantly switch their personal perspectives.
"No matter what the cause of death, everyone dies without knowing it, even the most astute aviation police officers."
After saying that, Ivor asked Andy to open all the sun visors to allow more sunlight to enter.
Such a dangerous thing must be left to the subordinates. They didn't know much and didn't think of vampires at all, so they followed it naturally.
However... nothing happened.
The light enters and draws countless strange shadows in the cabin, reflecting the peaceful faces of the passengers.
"Let's separate and see if there are any survivors."
Hearing this, Andy arranged for three team members to follow Dr. Nora, while the other three followed him to protect Dr. Ivor.
At this time, a special communication channel opens.
Confidential mail bag of Berlin diplomats.
In desperation, Andy acted alone, carefully carrying out confidential tasks, taking photos of all the documents, and then restoring them to their original state.
The whole process was incredibly smooth.
Are you a little frightened?
But there are more than two hundred corpses surrounding here, and they are most likely related to vampires, so you can't be too careful.
At the same time, Dr. Iver found a mother and daughter. The mother was still holding the little girl's hand, and both of them were extremely relaxed.
"It's so unusual."
Viruses need to spread.
And spreading takes time.
If a passenger gets sick or faints, it will definitely cause a large-scale commotion, and everyone will panic, no matter what warning lights or reminders to fasten seat belts.
Therefore, the culprit is a virus, which must be a pathogen that has never appeared in the history of infectious diseases, and all current signs point to:
In the closed environment of an airplane cabin, the possibility of encountering deadly poisons is far greater than that of viruses.
"Officer, let's go into the cockpit and look for the two captains. The safety and protection there are the highest. We may find something."
"Okay." Andy said patiently.
Of course, half of the finger is holding the trigger. As long as a vampire appears, unless it can be faster than a submachine gun, it will be beaten to pieces.
enter password.
Turn the handle.
A group of people entered the core area.
The system screens next to the switches and controllers were all blank. The first officer had his hands curled up, holding nothing in his hands. They were placed flat on his thighs, his head tilted to the left, and his hat neatly placed on his head.
After dealing with corpses for so long, the special operations team members were no longer so nervous, and just maintained a tactical posture outside the hatch.
inside of.
Two eyes locked on the captain.
Andy saw that the silver tie clip of the corpse had the special logo of Regin Airways, and the nameplate read: Redfern.
The doctor knelt on one knee, held his temples with his wrapped fingers, and prepared to raise his head.
Step one: Check the pupils.
Facing the bright light, the dead captain suddenly trembled and let out a faint groan.
Dr. Ivor was so frightened that he jumped back and hid behind Andy.
Almost at the same time, the submachine gun was aimed at the captain, and a roar resounded through the cabin:
"alert!"
