Absolute Honor

"We tracked one of the planes!"

Michelle’s good news is a little overwhelming.

Qin Fei could hardly believe what he heard.

After all, Kawasaki Ryuichi personally came to command, this guy with superior IQ would actually make such low-level mistakes under Fan Tianlong's careful arrangements?

This can't be said to be a strange and surprising thing.

"What you said is true?! Which plane is it!?"

Qin Fei was sitting on the ground, and he almost bounced when he heard the news of Michelle.

"It's one of the -2pg passenger and cargo aircraft." Michelle said.

Mister turned his head to look at Qin Fei in surprise, he suddenly exclaimed: "Qin! It was the one you shot!"

"Crash?" Qin Fei couldn't help but worry a little.

I used to shoot the transport plane here because it was deserted, but once the plane flew away, many things couldn't be said for sure.

In the event of a fall in a densely populated area, it will inevitably cause casualties, and he has become an indirect murderer.

"No, that aircraft landed normally." Michelle said, "In order to track these six aircraft, we took off an e-3c early warning aircraft from the Jeddah Air Force Base in the country of s, and let it attack the entire Aden. Scans were carried out over the bay and the hinterland of central Africa, but nothing was found, but just ten minutes ago, one of our agents in the Democratic Republic of Congo sent back a message saying that a plane landed at a local airstrip, but there was no Fuel, so someone paid a big price to find a local tanker that could refuel the plane. According to the photos he took, it was the Li-2pg transport plane that once landed here."

"Landing in the Democratic Republic of Congo?" Qin Fei was puzzled.

The reason for the confusion is that the Li-2pg transport aircraft can have a range of up to 2,650 kilometers. It is said that it will never land in a place close to Somalia like the Democratic Republic of Congo.

Even if it is to avoid aerial surveillance and land early, it is impossible to find fuel trucks and aviation fuel locally. After all, the current situation in the Democratic Republic of the Congo is not stable. Finding a vehicle for aviation fuel used by aircraft is not the same. An easy thing.

"Qin, I think you really hit its fuel tank. Although you didn't shoot it down, you caused an oil spill." Mistor immediately got an insight into the truth of the matter: "So they only found their fuel gauge when they flew over the Democratic Republic of Congo. It has fallen so badly that I was forced to land on the ground."

"It makes sense." Qin Fei touched his chin and couldn't help but smile.

This is simply unintentional, and his hopeless three shots caused a Li-2pg transport plane to disrupt the original flight path.

It is precisely because of this that he showed his feet.

If you didn't fire those three shots, maybe the plane could effectively avoid the mi17's aerial reconnaissance according to the pre-customized flight route, and disappear into the vast sky.

"Major! This is the only clue!" Qin Fei knew that this might be the only clue that he and mi17 could trace the storage location of the batch of xs gel explosives.

If one box is traced, then the other five boxes can be traced!

"We must seize this opportunity!"

"Don't worry, I have ordered our people to install trackers on that plane anyway, so that no matter where it flies, it will not escape our surveillance." Michelle said, "In addition, our people have already Make up as a local fuel dealer and provide them with fuel. We can take this opportunity to adjust the flight direction of the ec-3 and let it stare at -2pg in this plane."

"good!"

Seeing hope, Qin Fei suddenly became energetic.

...

The Democratic Republic of the Congo, near the northern border region, is located in a small town adjacent to the city of Bangui in Central Africa.

Osbelev hurriedly stepped down from the plane. He checked the fuel pipe of the nose just now, because that is the place where the fuel path of the entire aircraft is most prone to aging. I thought it was this old transport plane that has been around for some years. Fuel shortage due to oil leakage due to malfunction.

Before departure, when Osbelev and Yakov were doing pre-maintenance for the aircraft, they found that the lower part of the nose was somewhat aging, but there was no oil leakage. In the end, the two did not replace the new fuel pipe.

This is not to save money.

After all, the reward for this flight was very generous, enough for the two of them to be extravagant.

However, due to the relatively short scheduled flight time, it happens that the airport maintenance department responsible for maintenance and inspection does not have ready-made oil pipes for the -2pg aircraft.

This model of aircraft has been grounded for a long time, and there is no other way to customize the parts and dismantle the old and repair the new ones, so it takes a week.

But the task time was three days later, and it was too late.

Osbelev didn't want to lose this business. It was the biggest one he had ever received in his life.

Therefore, the pilot who was driving the pilot to the final decision-hiding from the employer, he said that the plane was in good condition and flying tens of thousands of kilometers was not a problem.

Now that the oil is falling rapidly, Osbelev knew that it was an oil leak. The first thing he suspected was that part.

After checking, he found that he had made a mistake.

The oil pipe at the bottom of the nose is not damaged in the slightest, and it can be said to be intact. Although it is a bit old, it is still very strong and durable.

This made him puzzled by the second monk.

"Yakov! It's strange, there is no problem with the oil circuit!"

He yelled at Yakov, who was standing under the plane, "Go to the fuel tank and check ~www.NovelMTL.com~ Is there any piercing?"

Now the oil pipe on the oil line is intact, and the only thing that can be suspected is the oil tank.

The fuel tank was checked before, and there was nothing wrong with it. Except for a little old, things were still very porcelain.

Yakov took off his flying cap and wiped his sweaty nose—it was too hot here, and the two of them were wearing flight suits and felt a little fainted in the violent sunlight.

Maozi is not afraid of cold, but heat.

After rubbing against the mailbox and approaching, Yakov asked about the smell of fuel.

However, his nose has always been dysfunctional. He drank too much vodka and smoked too many low-quality cigarettes. He even wondered if he smelled the wrong smell.

He pressed his nose hard with his hand, Yakov came under the tail of the plane, and before raising his head, a drop of pungent liquid dripped on his forehead.

Reaching out his hand, Yakov touched the place in the drop of liquid, and he felt something slightly greasy.

He withdrew his hand, put it under his nostril and smelled it, and he stayed.

Lifting his head, three neat bullet holes were scattered in a fringe shape on the front of the airplane's tail and near the wing, where the mailbox happened to be.

There are several wet marks on the outer skin of the conveyor, which are the marks left by the leakage of oil.

"Hey! I found the leak!"

Yakov squinted and circled the fuel tank twice, like a proud child.

"what?"

"The fuel tank! There is a leak!" Yakov repeated his previous words, deliberately aggravating his tone.

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