Chapter 107: Airport Standoff

Do not think that once they hit the highway and shook off the pursuers, Henry would ease off the accelerator. Mark, still cursing in his heart while chasing desperately behind, mustered one hundred and twenty percent of his spirit to pursue the vehicle.

Saying thirty minutes to the airport did not mean those thirty minutes could be spent easily.

You must know that departing from the airport in the morning to visit the scheduled children's protection agency was a four-hour drive. Although the group arrived in a little over three hours, saving a bit of time.

But running back from there to the airport took only two hours! One can imagine how great the speed difference was; saying they flew was not an exaggeration.

The biggest reason Henry dared not relax was that he knew the pursuers had not given up. The dust cloud observed by Brian also proved this, even though no trace of the pursuing convoy was visible within sight.

How much time it would take for them to switch to a plane and then take off, Henry could not estimate. He could only rush as much as possible on the journey to gain time.

Regarding the machine gun mounted on the pursuers' pickup truck, Henry did not think it was a prop, nor did he dare to shoot at the plane.

If the plane were hit by a burst within the machine gun's range, what would the result be? He simply dared not imagine it.

Even if he himself would be fine, the others would be in trouble. Henry did not want to see such an ending.

Rushing as fast as they could, the two Land Rovers finally arrived at the airport. But they did not see the small private plane preparing to take off on the runway; the Italian pilot still had the plane parked under the hangar.

The two vehicles drove into the hangar. Seeing the equally anxious and hurried pilot, Brian, getting out of the car, shouted angrily: "Why isn't the plane preparing to take off on the runway? Do you not know we have pursuers behind us who could appear at any moment!"

The Italian pilot said innocently, "The tower personnel told me a plane is preparing to enter for landing, so the runway must be cleared. There is only this one runway here.

"I cannot forcibly park the plane on the runway and wait for you, who do not know when you will arrive."

At this time, the others also got out of the cars one after another and heard the pilot's answer. The crowd could not help but look up at the sky around them, trying to find that plane preparing to land.

The pilot continued, "You also know this airport has no night takeoff and landing facilities. It is almost evening now, so incoming planes have a higher priority in the queue.

"We cannot delay their landing just because we need to take off. If they cannot land before they can still see the runway, an accident will occur."

Pilots also have so-called flight ethics codes, just like ordinary people have traffic rules for driving on land.

If not followed, car accidents happen easily. If pilots do not follow those internationally recognized basic principles, once an accident occurs, it will be a very serious aviation disaster. Therefore, the penalties for pilots are also quite severe.

Even as assertive as Brian was, he could not force a pilot to violate the rules, especially when another plane was involved.

The head of this security team immediately gave orders: "Our people have all arrived; being ready to take off at any time is our advantage. Mark, take the ladies onto the plane and settle them. Bernie, Sam, you two guard the plane. Luca, prepare for takeoff."

Stuffing a pistol into Henry's chest, Brian took a long gun and a short gun himself and said to this young assistant: "You come with me to the tower to ask the tower personnel about the landing plane. As long as there is enough time, we will take off first."

Taking the gun, Henry did not hold it in his hand but casually tucked it into the back of his waist. Looking at Lady He Ben, who wore a worried expression, he smiled and said, "Boss, you get on the plane first. We will be safe very soon."

"Be careful with everything."

Without much delay, Henry caught up with Brian's footsteps. The two ran all the way into the small airport administration building, which also served as the tower, where security access was not strict at all.

Brian called Henry over naturally because the latter spoke Somali. Although the tower personnel all spoke English, there was no guarantee of fluent communication with them. To avoid trouble, it was better to bring Henry along to handle things.

Just after running up a few flights of stairs and before entering the tower control room, Henry heard a hint of something wrong from the Somali conversation inside.

Before entering, Henry stopped Brian and said, "The people inside are discussing what they will do after getting the bounty. I feel that the target of that bounty might be us."

Brian nodded, changing the way he held the rifle from carrying it in his hand to holding it across his chest, a posture ready to fire at any moment.

With a sudden kick, he kicked the control room door open. Brian fired a warning shot into the empty space first, scaring the two old blacks in the control room to fall to the ground and huddle behind chairs that offered no cover at all.

Brian shouted loudly in English, "When is the plane landing? How far away is it?" Behind him, Henry also shouted the same question in Somali.

With a series of questions, the two old blacks were so frightened they could not answer.

Henry looked at the bulletin board nearby where flight control record strips could be pasted; the top was completely blank. He then looked at the console, where there was no schedule for any flight call signs.

Henry said, "No plane is landing." Actually, he had already used his super vision to patrol the surrounding sky. Similarly, there was no sign of any plane preparing to land at this small airport.

After entering, Brian had already confirmed those key positions. Shouting threats at the other party was actually to see their reaction.

If a plane really was landing, the other party's attitude would inevitably be to try to explain, even if they stuttered, they would speak up.

But if no plane was landing, trying to concoct a lie under the tense threat of a gun barrel was not an easy thing.

So Henry's answer was also the answer in Brian's heart. He said resentfully, "These niggers are lying."

As if to vent his anger, Brian smashed the butt of his gun into the face of the old black man right in front of him! He shot the other one in the leg, making the other party scream in pain.

Turning around immediately, he said, "Let's go, we return to the plane and take off immediately." He was not afraid of being shot because he had observed that the two people in the control room were not carrying weapons. Killing them was too much; giving each one a little lesson was enough.

Henry of course would not make trouble either, immediately following Brian's steps and running towards the tarmac.

Running quickly out of the airport building, at a position where the tarmac was visible, Brian waved vigorously and shouted loudly at the same time: "Go to the runway, prepare for takeoff! No plane is landing!"

Whether they heard Brian's shout clearly or simply trusted this man, they acted just upon seeing the gesture. Bernie and Sam, who were guarding the plane, drove the Italian pilot onto the plane.

Fortunately, the preparations for warming up the engine had been ongoing; as soon as everyone was on board and the door was closed, they could take off.

It was just that the tower personnel's delaying action worked very well; the dust cloud raised by the pursuers' convoy was already close at hand. The roar of the engines also reached their ears.

(End of this chapter)