Reborn in Marvel: I am proficient in all kinds of American Iai

After setting up the autopilot, the terrorists arrived at the meeting room where the hostages were held.

The leader, a gangster with a small moustache, questioned all the hostages.

“Where are the president’s wife and daughter?”

Everyone responded in silence.

Just when the terrorists were about to lose their patience, Grace stepped forward.

She was unaware that Marshall had already left the plane in an escape pod.

He questioned the terrorist leader in a trembling voice.

"Where is my husband? What have you done with him?"

By the end of the conversation, I couldn't stop shaking.

She was terrified to learn that something bad had happened to Marshall, but she also held on to hope that these people had simply kidnapped Marshall.

Fortunately, she heard good news.

The terrorist leader told her.

"He escaped in an escape pod. He was a coward and only cared about his own life."

He stared at Grace, his tone calm.

"But I have important bargaining chips."

As Marshall's bedmate, Grace naturally knew what kind of temper her husband had.

After calming down, he said to the terrorist word by word with a firm expression:

"No matter who you are or what your purpose is, you will not succeed. He will never compromise with terrorists."

The bandit leader was not angered by Grace's words.

He looked at Grace, who was trying to remain calm, with amusement.

"Really? Now his wife and daughter are in my hands. A man will not abandon his wife and daughter. This will ruin his reputation."

After saying that, he raised the gun and pointed it at Grace's forehead.

Grace closed her eyes, but her trembling body betrayed her nervousness and fear.

Seeing her like this, the bandit leader did not shoot.

He left one sentence: "He will negotiate."

Then he took his people away.

After releasing the escape capsule, ground forces dispatched a rescue team to the landing site of the escape capsule.

But when they opened the escape pod, they found it empty.

So they hurriedly reported the situation to the White House.

The White House is in chaos right now.

No one knew how to deal with it.

After all, there has never been an incident in history where Air Force One was hijacked.

They were all waiting for news from the plane.

Now Air Force One has been completely hijacked by terrorists.

The plane is flying towards the east, the terrorists' target is Ksahar...

Just when Luke was lamenting that he had lost the chance to show off in front of the president, he also saw the scene above.

Fortunately, I still have the opportunity to show off in front of the president's wife, after all, the president ran away alone.

After all, we are a family, Mr. President, you don’t want your wife to… ahem… interfere…

As he was about to continue the action, Luke discovered something unusual about the escape pod.

Once the eye of insight is opened, wow.

Lao Ma is really a man, I admire him.

President Marshall did not leave in the escape pod, but hid in the upper pipe of the escape pod.

He was now struggling to climb out.

Coming out of the pipe, President Marshall looked around vigilantly.

Then he walked towards the stairs.

Suddenly a hand patted his shoulder, and he almost jumped up in fright.

"Mr. President, you are not fit to go up there like this."

Marshall breathed a sigh of relief when he heard it was Luke's voice.

He turned around and saw Luke holding a bottle of champagne, looking at him curiously.

"Luke, you okay? That's great."

Luke gestured for Marshall to follow him, then turned and walked to the back of the cabin.

I came to the luggage compartment behind the cabin and found a corner.

Luke took out the champagne and handed it to President Marshall.

"Would you like something to drink to calm your nerves?"

President Marshall loosened his tie, took the champagne from Luke's hand and took several gulps.

Seeing that he had calmed down a little, Luke said:

"There are seven gangsters up there, all holding automatic weapons. Are you going to get killed if you go up there empty-handed?"

President Marshall said helplessly:

"My wife and children are still up there. I can't escape by myself."

Luke smiled and gave President Marshall a thumbs-up.

Seeing that Luke looked calm, President Marshall asked Luke.

"What can you do?"

Luke asked President Marshall with a smile.

"Have you forgotten why you asked me to come here in the first place?"

"Fuck... I... I just thought your father wanted you to come and gild your reputation, but I didn't expect you to be so... so..."

There are no good words to describe President Marshall.

You are such a powerful kid from a rich family? How can ordinary people survive...

When the operation was over, he read the report and thought that Luke had participated in the operation because of his connections.

It was only when Colonel Anderson reported it in person that we realized that Luke was really capable.

Not only is he smart, his skills are as good as those of the Navy SEALs.

But when he arrived in Moscow, he heard that Luke was spending lavishly in Moscow.

This dandy style can't be equated with the Counter-Strike that Colonel Anderson mentioned...

Luke patted President Marshall on the shoulder and said in a very confident tone:

"Mr. President, I am an expert in counter-terrorism."

After saying that, he pulled out his own luggage bag from a pile of luggage.

But he still complained about the Secret Service in his heart and put his luggage bag at the bottom.

Fortunately, Luke was strong enough to pull out the luggage bag and open it.

President Marshall was so angry after seeing what was inside that he swore.

"Fuck, Luke, you're the terrorist, right? If these things blow up, half of Air Force One will be gone."

Luke took out a bulletproof vest and handed it to President Marshall.

"Put it on first. This thing has a plate that can protect against bullets from assault rifles."

He put on one too, and then took out his weapon.

"Here's a 5.5mm submachine gun. It can penetrate 3A-level bulletproof vests."

"I saw the criminals were wearing bulletproof vests. Can they be penetrated?"

"Of course, I designed this."

"Would you still do this?"

“I have three doctoral degrees.”

"But I remember that there is nothing in your file, only two bachelor's degrees."

Luke gave President Marshall a mysterious smile.

President Marshall understood immediately.

"You Chinese are always so low-key in your bones. Mr. Qin is like this, and so are you."

"This pistol and the submachine gun have the same caliber, and the magazines are interchangeable."

After saying that, he also picked up his equipment.

These weapons gave President Marshall great confidence.

So I asked Luke happily.

"How do we act?"

Luke put the duffel bag back and pulled a laptop from his backpack.

I came to the control room and plugged an Internet cable into the switch and the other end into the laptop.

President Marshall looked at Luke's actions in confusion.

"What are you preparing for?"

Luke smiled and said:

"Hack into Air Force One's electronic systems and do something that will benefit us."

"Is there still such an operation?"

"Mr. President, times have changed, you see..."