bestfiction Chapter 1344 Difficult Choice
Chapter 1344 Difficult Choice
In the airport waiting hall, passengers were in complete chaos. Everyone rushed to the check-in counters and questioned the ground staff, who were also bewildered and could only offer reassurance.
As soon as the elevator doors opened, security personnel walked out in an orderly fashion and stood on both sides. Da Bao, with a sullen face, walked directly into the control tower. Airport management personnel had already arrived, and they saluted Da Bao as soon as they saw him.
Good morning, sir!
Da Bao waved his hand, walked to the control panel, and looked up at the entire airport that was laid out before him.
Which flight did Bai Susu and the others take?
Sir,
The airport dispatcher quickly checked the records and stood at attention to answer.
"Bai Susu, Bai Guohan, Lei Chengan, Lei Chengming and others were on Pan Am flight WTO7391, bound for Los Angeles Airport in the United States, with a refueling stop in Singapore."
"Order! Flight 739, WT739, return to base immediately."
Airport staff rushed over, wiping their sweat and smiling apologetically.
"Sir, I'm afraid that won't work. This is an international flight, and we're about to leave Hong Kong and will no longer be under the control of the Hong Kong air traffic control tower."
Dabao sneered.
"Connect me to the captain of flight WTO 739."
"Yes."
Less than a minute later, a strong Californian accent came through the walkie-talkie.
"Tower tower, this is Captain James David of WTO Flight 739. What's the matter? We will be leaving Hong Kong in five minutes."
The tower dispatcher shouted into the walkie-talkie.
"Security Department orders: WTO Flight 739 to return to its origin immediately. Repeat: WTO Flight 739 to its origin immediately."
An exaggerated tone came from the walkie-talkie.
"Oh my god, no way, control tower, are you kidding me? My plane has already taken off, and don't even think about letting me land except for refueling and reaching my destination."
The dispatcher glanced at the rows of security officers in suits standing behind him, swallowed hard, and continued to shout helplessly.
"Repeat the order! Flight WTO739, flight number 1, return to base immediately."
"Get lost, you pig! It's my plane, and I'm in a hurry to get home to spend the weekend with my wife. I'm absolutely not going to turn back."
Da Bao coldly grabbed the microphone and said in a deep voice.
“James David, I am the Commissioner of Security of Hong Kong. I can tell you clearly that there are six extremely dangerous terrorists on your plane. I am ordering you to return immediately. I hope you will not insist on going your own way, otherwise, when you land in Los Angeles, what awaits you is not your wife, but the FBI.”
James David, who was on the plane, was immediately terrified. He knew this was no joke, and he immediately said...
"Sorry, sir, I'm returning to base immediately."
Bai Susu sat on the plane, her seat by the window, gazing at the endless sea below. She sighed, wondering if she would ever be able to return home in her lifetime.
Whitebait sat next to her and patted her daughter's hand.
“My child, home is wherever there are relatives. I have a sworn brother in Chinatown, Los Angeles. He’s a senior member of the Hongmen. I’ve already contacted him. He’s bought a house for us and made all the arrangements. We’re just waiting for us to arrive so we can live a peaceful life.”
Bai Susu nodded silently. She pressed herself against the window and looked back, but all she could see was the vast sea; she could no longer see a single brick or tile of Hong Kong...
In front of the control tower, Da Bao stood with his hands behind his back, frowning as he stared at the planes on the runway, lost in thought.
Piggy looked worried. He glanced at Limpy Ho, who was exhausted, and Limpy Ho opened his mouth, then shook his head slightly, but then nodded heavily.
Piggy helped Crippled Ho through the security guards and came to Da Bao's back. They slowly knelt down. Crippled Ho couldn't kneel on one leg, so he could only sit on the ground.
Piggy's tears streamed down his face, his voice hoarse, and he could only utter one cry.
"Master..."
Limpy Hao lay on the ground and kowtowed three times forcefully. When he raised his head, his forehead was covered in bruises.
Da Bao's body trembled slightly, but he didn't turn around.
"It's lard," said the piglet in a hoarse voice.
“Young master, I am not well-educated and am a rough man, but I, Piggy, know how to be grateful. You treat me like family. It may be a bit much for me to say this, but young master, back then I was just a vendor selling white sugar cakes outside the movie theater. I couldn’t even get enough to eat and was often beaten up.”
It was Brother Luo who not only gave me food, but also dressed me up to look like a human. I never thought that a person could live like this. He was very kind to me, and his kindness was as heavy as a mountain.
We know Bai Susu deserves to die; she shouldn't have harbored murderous intent towards you. But young master, he's Brother Luo's only remaining family member in this world. I dare not speak up. Please, for my sake, for Brother Luo's sake, spare your sister-in-law."
The limping, large man cried like a child.
"Young Master, this is not Luo Sao's fault. It's all my fault for being greedy, which drove her to this point. Young Master, please forgive her this time."
Da Bao's body trembled as he braced his hands on the control panel. He had been hesitating, wondering if forcing the plane back would really mean Bai Susu's family would have to pay with their lives.
This was the first time he had hesitated since his rebirth. Did he really have to take away Lei Luo's family...?
Da Bao's voice was hoarse. His right hand trembled as he grabbed the walkie-talkie microphone and said in a deep voice.
"James David, your plane doesn't need to turn back. Go back to Los Angeles."
"Where? What happened?"
Da Bao roared.
"Get out of here, go back to your Los Angeles, cancel the order for the terrorist attack, and you can leave."
A sentence in Chinese came through the walkie-talkie.
"Are you crazy? Come on, Nick, let's go back to Los Angeles."
Behind Da Bao is Nicholas Coke, the head of the Security Bureau's Defense Office, who is in charge of the entire defense of Hong Kong. If this incident is classified as a terrorist attack, then he will be in charge.
"Nicholas Kirk shouted hurriedly."
"Sir, this won't do. If you let them go, how are we supposed to explain this incident to the public?"
Da Bao suddenly turned around, staring at Nicholas Kirk with eyes blazing with fury.
"Who do you think you are? How dare you question my decision? Explain? Who can I explain to? From this moment on, you are relieved of all your duties in the Security Department. For questioning your superior's decision, go back to London and confess to the Lord Chancellor."
Nicholas Kirk's face immediately turned pale. He hadn't expected his superior to be so forceful, refusing to listen to a single word before dismissing him and ordering an investigation...