Legend Of Dragon Lord

Chapter 30 Disadvantage

He never thought the captain was the real terrorist.

But now that the plane was in the air. Even if Ground Control Center knew what was going on in the

plane, which had hundreds of passengers on board, there would be nothing they could do.

"How on earth does the Civil Aviation Center work?"

Gary got the news at the first time and scolded the security department of Civil Aviation. The captain

related to hundreds of people's lives, but they let terrorists swagger into.

"Send me all his information at once!" A look at the dull appearance of the Civil Aviationsecurity chief,

Gary was furious.

Even with Frank on the plane, he worried a lot.

All the flight compartment were specially reinforced to prevent hijackings, so it was impossible to open

them from the outside.

But now the pilot was a terrorist, and the reinforced flight compartment was his natural refuge. He could

do as he pleased unless the plane was knocked down.

"There are hundreds of people up there." Gary sighed. The development of the matter had exceeded

his authority. Only the leadership can make the final decision.

At that moment, the security chief with a pale face walked up to Gary, bringing him a bad news that

could not be worse.

The man who flied the plane was not the captain.

The captain's body was found at his home, and someone easily pretended to be the captain and got on

the plane.

"How did you check it!" Gary really wanted to throw the materials in hands into the chief's face. Now

there had no a chance.

And there was no way to get in touch with the people on the plane, which was now an empty island.

“If anything happens, you could not alone for it even if you died for it!” Gary mercilessly scolded. He

contacted his leadership. At the thought of that he would solve all problems at his departure from

Peking, his face was on the burning pain.

At the same time, Frank also thought of these questions.

Izabella, laughing, said the captain was humorous.

Humorous?

Frank pressed his lips helplessly. Sometimes ignorance could bring happiness.

"Stay right here, I have something to do."

Frank patted Izabella’s head and directly walked towards the rest room of the flight attendants.

As soon as he opened the door of the rest room, Frank saw several pretty stewardesses with surprise

on their faces.

"To make a long story short, the captain is a terrorist. Who knows where the broadcast is cut off?"

Frank asked directly.

The first thing to do was to stop the captain from talking to the passengers.

He didn't want to be disturbed by passengers who thought they were not going to die while he tried to

save them.

"You are?" The chief steward looked at Frank with an alert face.

"It doesn't matter who I am. I believe with your professionalism and you should know something's

wrong." Frank said in a deep voice.

They did sense something was wrong.

"This gentleman,” The chief steward said, "The broadcast can only be turned off from the pilot’s

compartment."

Frank frowned. "Do you know where the broadcast line is?"

As the sound on the radio continued, the terrorist seemed to find it amusing to tease the passengers

and did not do anything drastic.

"We don't know." Several women looked at each other and later shook their heads.

They were just airline stewardess. How could they know that?

Frank frowned and asked thoughtfully, “Which one of you knows where the densest line is?"

With his knowledge, if it was a Boeing 747 or other well-known passenger aircraft, there was no need

to find these airline stewardess. He could easily find the broadcast line and cut it off.

But it was a domestic aircraft, which he contacted for the first time. Although it did not change in big

aspect, the layout of the line was changed.

The situation did not allow him to test one by one. Maybe one wrong circuit would make the whole

plane incapacitated and crash.

"I do know a place."

The chief steward's eyes brightened and he said to Frank, “Come with me."

"chief steward." Someone stopped the chief steward and looked at Frank warily.

"It is ok." The chief steward shook her head. "I've just seen that this gentleman talked well with the

officer. He's not a bad man."

Frank understood now why the chief steward had no doubt on his presence at the beginning.

Soon, the chief steward took Frank to a utility room in the front of the cabin. When he moved away the

things, he saw a tin box. The box was filled with wires.

"Sir, I heard the repairman said once that every line that comes out of the cabin goes this way, and ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

maybe the broadcast line is in there." The chief steward said.

There were at least a hundred lines at least. The original designer can only find out the broadcast line

relying on the design drawings.

Fortunately, according to the direction of these lines, they should be all about the cabin. There was no

lines of engine and other important parts.

Important lines should go separate lines, to avoid the occurrence of an accident.

“My name is Frank. Just call me by name."

Frank spoke to the chief steward, then crouched down and began to distinguish the lines. By their

direction, color and thickness, he was to determine what function they were responsible for.

Only Frank with greatly developed brain and profound theoretical knowledge dared to do so.

Otherwise, no one could work it out.

"Mr. Ye, is that really possible?" The chief steward asked curiously.

She did not know much about science and technology. If she knew a little bit, she would know that what

Frank was doing now was simply impossible.

"It is lucky that he liked to talk." Frank smiled at the chief steward. He must not give them too much

pressure now. "He won't do anything for the time being, and he won't come out of the cabin at all."

Then Frank frowned and said to the chief steward, "Please go back to calm the people and try not to let

them notice that something is wrong. It will take about ten minutes on my side. In addition, I don’t know

if there are any of his accomplice among the passengers. You should be as careful as possible and

inform me as soon as possible if anything is wrong."

Frank's explanation was very clear. Otherwise hundreds of people once got rioted, it could not be

explained with a word or two.

"I understand. Don't worry." The chief steward nodded and turned to leave.

She knew there was no point in her staying here, but it was the best solution to do as Frank said.