Chapter 6: The Special Anti-Terrorist Unit Belonging to the Japanese Police

High-level officials from the Japan Air Self-Defense Force, the Air Traffic Control Bureau, and other agencies were shocked by the Gao Zhongsheng hijacking.

Japan's major forums, including 2CH and mixi, also exploded.

Every major forum was flooded by a single message.

Shock! NH137 is suspected to have been hijacked by a Gao Zhongsheng.

In just three to five minutes, thousands of comments appeared under that message.

Anyone who saw the forum message.

Those far from Narita Airport immediately picked up their phones, called friends, and spread the news.

Those near Narita Airport immediately took taxis or drove their cars to Narita Airport.

According to a kind person on the forum who wished to remain anonymous, the hijacked flight NH137 was returning to Narita Airport.

In all of history.

Narita Airport has seen its highest peak in passenger traffic!!

Outside the airport perimeter, looking out from tiptoed heights, there was a sea of people, a dense, dark mass, all people.

Some were squeezed at the airport entrance.

Others were squeezed in front of the iron fences outside the airport's aircraft runways.

All held cameras, mobile phones, and telescopes.

At the same time.

Inside the airport, outside the aircraft runways.

Police cars, ambulances, and fire trucks were parked in rows.

Police officers, medical personnel, and firefighters stood in row after row, fully prepared.

"It really is a hijacking, look at those people." In front of the iron fence, someone held a telescope in one hand and pointed toward the direction they were viewing with the other.

Following their gaze.

The police in front of the police cars had drawn their pistols, looking extremely solemn.

And beside them were parked three all-black armored vehicles.

The rear doors opened, and a dozen or so people got out.

Every single one was fully armed, their equipment so high-quality that they were armed from head to toe; their aura was soul-striking, shocking the entire scene and drawing everyone's attention.

"That's the SAT!!"

Someone recognized the origin of these people.

SAT, full name Special Assault Team.

Also known as the Special Assault Team.

They are a special anti-terrorist unit belonging to the Japanese police, generally referred to as SAT.

Their main mission is to respond rapidly and suppress any hijacking of transportation, terrorism, or crimes involving heavy firepower.

The SAT's arrival.

Confirmed.

The news that NH137 was hijacked is confirmed!

"Big news! Hurry and photograph the SAT, send it to the editor-in-chief; we need to grab the first-hand press agency materials."

"It really is a hijacking."

"Haha, I'm going to photograph the situation here. Damn it, let's see if that bunch of dog-day classmates still dare to laugh at me for saying I came for nothing."

Click-click-click! The sounds of mobile phones and cameras' shutters rang out continuously.

In front of the airport's iron fence, it was like boiling water, noisy and clamorous, a cacophony.

Whether reporters or anyone else present, all were excited.

Japan is not the United States; hijackings don't happen even once in ten years.

Now that a hijacking has occurred, they are the witnesses!

This is capital to brag about over tea and after meals.

For a moment.

The onlookers were not standing in front of the iron fence, deliberately posing for photos with the SAT.

Or they picked up their mobile phones, opened LINE, and showed off to their colleagues (classmates).

LINE, in Japan, is equivalent to China's QQ and WeChat.

Just as everyone was busy with their excitement.

"The hijacking is real, so the Gao Zhongsheng hijacking probably isn't fake either..."

Someone said a sentence.

The scene, once a roar of human voices.

Instantly fell silent.

Everyone suddenly froze, abruptly coming to their senses, remembering another piece of content in the hijacking news.

Right!

The hijacking news is confirmed.

Then... the Gao Zhongsheng hijacking news might also be true!

The reporters' faces flushed red, their shoulders trembling with excitement, their eyes flashing with sharp light and brilliant colors.

If it really is a Gao Zhongsheng hijacking.

This news will not be just big news.

But a super-massive news story capable of shocking Japan, and even the entire world!

Boom—rumble, like spring thunder waking the hibernating insects.

Everyone instinctively looked up.

They followed the sound toward the sky.

In the azure sky above, a bird-shaped shadow was cast upon the white clouds; the bright sun reflected, making the shadow on the ground enormous.

They picked up telescopes and cameras to shoot.

Exclamations of shock and joy echoed throughout the area in front of the airport's iron fence.

"It's NH137!"

"It's here! That's NH137!"

"Look quickly, there are fighter jets too!"

High in the sky, flight NH137 flew like an eagle, spreading its wings as it approached.

Beside it, two fighter jets circled on either side.

This scene would be unforgettable for a lifetime.

A civilian airliner, escorted by two of Japan's most advanced fighter jets, as if providing an honor guard.

The spectacle was magnificent, deeply impressing everyone.

"All personnel to your stations!" Inside the airport, SAT members, police, medical staff, and others straightened their backs; the atmosphere was solemn.

Inside the cockpit of NH137.

"Lower the landing gear."

Wang Zun's eyes were deep as he watched the runway approaching on the ground, one hand gripping the control stick, the other resting on the thrust reverser lever.

Co-pilot Nakano nodded and lowered the landing gear.

Not long after.

Accompanied by a dull grinding sound, the plane's wheels touched down, sliding along the runway.

Throughout the entire process, even upon landing, Wang Zun did not dare to relax for a moment, ready to respond to any sudden emergency.

Perhaps what one thinks of is what comes.

The heavy impact of the landing, combined with the already damaged left wing, could no longer withstand the shock; it snapped off with a sharp crack.

Skrr!!

The wing of the high-speed moving plane broke off, scraping and smashing onto the ground, kicking up sparks that were blindingly bright.

As the wing crashed down, it happened to slide toward the landing gear.

In an instant, the plane, already unbalanced due to the broken wing, tilted again, veering off in a wide arc.

Passengers in the cabin, startled by the sudden change, screamed; their bodies leaned in their seats, as if about to fly out.

"Not good!"

"Ah!"

On the airport grounds, whether bystanders, police, SAT members, or medical staff, everyone's faces changed color simultaneously.

Some women covered their mouths and screamed; men also cried out in instinctive terror.

Everything happened too fast.

NH137 had landed, but a sudden abnormality occurred.

"Damn it!"

Wang Zun's face turned grim; he moved his hand from the thrust reverser lever back to the control stick.

Now, NH137 was like a car failing to turn, about to roll over at any moment.

If the plane could not be stabilized.

The entire aircraft would roll over, tumbling along the runway.

The situation was critical; the danger was no less than when they were in the sky.

In a flash, Wang Zun quickly opened the right wing flap, adjusting the swing arc.

At the same time.

Wang Zun's gaze swept rapidly across the airport.

There it is!

"Co-pilot Nakano, when I tell you to step on the brakes, you step; when I tell you to release the brakes, you release. Do you hear me!"

Not caring about anything else, Wang Zun shouted.

His tone was so fast that the words flew out in a single breath.

"Okay, okay." Startled by Wang Zun's shout, the panicked co-pilot Nakano quickly regained his senses and nodded.

Wang Zun did not look at co-pilot Nakano's nod; after speaking, he grabbed the control stick directly and forcefully steered it in one direction.

Hiss!!

Skrr!

In the sight of everyone at the airport, the plane, which was about to roll over, suddenly flared its wings, and the landing gear turned sharply; the plane whipped violently in a sideways direction.

The speed was too great.

In an instant, the plane whipped off the runway and headed toward something not far away.

And straight ahead in that direction was the control tower!

(Kneeling and begging for recommendation tickets; I beg you, dear readers, wave your noble hands, move those fingers like jade, and send me a few!!! I sincerely kneel and beg!!)