[Comprehensive British and American dramas] No.1 is called non-plural

Isaac was woken up by screams from surrounding passengers.

He barely rested before, and after boarding the plane, he took the time to catch up on sleep, and woke up suddenly, almost forgetting where he was.Fortunately, the surrounding environment reminded him that he was still on the plane, and it had been three hours since the plane took off.

"What's wrong?" Reid, who was also sleeping, was also woken up by the loud noise, and he yawned without opening his eyes.However, he didn't get an answer, but in the next second, he felt his hand being tightly held.

The drowsiness dissipated, Reid opened his eyes, and looked at Isaac with some puzzlement.At the same time, the sound of the broadcast that had been blocked by drowsiness reached his ears.

Reid instantly perked up.

He looked at Isaac a little helplessly, as if to confirm to him whether what he heard was true, but Isaac just nodded at him expressionlessly in the end.

Their plane was hijacked. At this time, the hijacked person was shouting in the cockpit through the radio. I don’t know whether it was unintentional or intentional. The channel for calling out was also connected to the cabin, and all passengers heard the conversation in progress. .

At this time, it is useless to calculate the rate of plane crashes. Even though the published data shows that the probability of plane crashes is much lower than that of cars and trains, once such things happen, the death rate is simply unimportant. Isaac couldn't care less about why such an outrageous thing happened to him, if it wasn't for the crying around him telling him that it wasn't a joke, he even had the illusion that he was actually dreaming.

"What the hell is going on here?" Isaac whispered, not expecting an answer.

People are born with a yearning for the sky, but their fear of the sky is also carved in their bones.Isaac, who is consciously optimistic and open-minded, doesn't want to think about what will happen to him if the people in the cabin achieve their goals, each piece smells burnt? Isaac shuddered, he had so many pictures of death in his head, it was really not difficult to find a few for reference.

In order not to let himself fall into such a tragic situation, and in order not to increase the burden on the forensic examiner who identified the corpse, Isaac felt that it was better for him to think about how to save himself at this time.

This is not easy, because in addition to the crew members in the cabin are ordinary passengers, the real danger is in the cockpit.

Because the person who hijacked the plane this time was the co-pilot of the plane, this feeling is too hot.

Isaac still had an impression of the co-pilot. He was not on the plane at the beginning, but the original co-pilot of the plane suddenly fell ill for unknown reasons and was taken away by an ambulance, so he was replaced.Because of this incident, the departure time of the plane was delayed by half an hour. At that time, some passengers were worried that the arrival time would be late and affect the next plan, but looking at it now, what is a little delay?At least some time and money was lost, but now, someone wants to kill them.

"Things are not good." Reid also answered him in a low voice, with a rare serious expression on his face. "He wasn't even going to negotiate terms, he was going to turn this flight into a death flight."

After saying this, Reid could feel the body of a passenger beside him tremble, his face was pale, and the hair on his forehead was wet with cold sweat, and strands of it stuck to his forehead.

"Are you okay?" Reid asked.

The man was trembling, reciting the Bible in a low voice.

Isaac unbuckled his seat belt, knelt on one knee and looked at the passengers around him. Except for a few who cursed in despair, most of them were quiet, but there was a dead silence emanating from despair.

There was no way not to despair, after they heard the hijacker's plan over the radio.

The hijackers took it as a response, a demonstration, against the recent executions of al Qaeda's midlevel cadres over there in Afghanistan.If he thought about the terms of the negotiation, there might not be a chance of redemption, but the current situation is that those people are dead and there is no chance of redemption, and this person is determined to take this behavior as a counterattack.He complacently proposed two options to the military, one is to immediately send missiles to turn the plane and the people on it into a big firework, the other is to do nothing and let them rush into the White House, Create a news that is bigger than 911, and use it to pay homage to those who were killed.

Objectively speaking, this choice is not difficult to make.Even the people on the plane, even the one who didn't want to die the most, felt that the military would choose the first option.It's not how high their consciousness is or how selfless their minds are, but that the simplest analysis of interests can draw conclusions.

The people on the plane will die anyway, but the 911 accident cannot happen again.For the people on the plane, the outcome will not be different, the only difference is to meet God immediately and to meet God a few hours later.

Regarding the fact that the country he belongs to is a conservative religious country, Issac has never had a sense of identity. There are no loyal believers around him. His own religious beliefs are periodic and random, and complete utilitarianism does not count as having no faith. Wrong him.But now, he seems to have finally realized it.

Issac himself is currently keeping calm because he is gathering information to understand the situation in order to solve the problem.But others? Isaac felt that their reaction was not too much, but in fact, they had already started praying. Isaac didn't think they would think that the so-called God would suddenly perform a miracle to save them, so all they were asking for now was peace of mind.

This is rare in the face of death.

Isaac saw a mother softly coaxing her child. The frightened child was soothed and slowly fell asleep in her arms, while the young mother burst into tears.

The crew members gave up their panic and distributed pens and paper to the passengers with trembling voices so that they could write down their last words and leave the only comfort for their loved ones.

"We will lock these letters in a safe. Even if the plane... crashes, the search and rescue personnel will find these letters." The flight attendants explained softly.

"Is it only by writing a letter?" Someone asked in a low voice, "I want to record a video, can I?"

The plane is flying steadily in the stratosphere at this time. The use of electronic devices is not prohibited on this flight, and WiFi can also be connected at high altitude.The stewardess hesitated for a while, asked for instructions, and finally got a positive reply.

"No problem, but we don't encourage it. Because the space in the safe is not very large..."

"With a memory card, everyone can write letters. If you want to record video, you can share several devices, and finally just put the memory card in it." But there is always a solution to the problem.

"It's impossible to contact the outside world now." Reid whispered to Isaac.

Isaac is listening to the movement in the cockpit with his ears up. Even if the announcement in the cabin can be conveyed in real time, some things are still missing.For example, there appears to be only one living person left in the cockpit.

This means that the captain is dead.

"It's normal." Isaac took the time to reply.

That's right, this is normal. If communication and networking can still be normal here now, the pressure on the military will be more than what it is now.So it's not really a surprise, and in cold blood, if Isaac had to make a decision, he'd do it.

As for whether the passengers on the plane will feel lonely, there will always be a few people whose needs will be sacrificed.

When the stewardess handed out the pen and paper to Isaac's row, Isaac got up suddenly, bumped Reid's knee, and signaled him to go out.

"Sir, if you have nothing important to do, please stay where you are." The stewardess said softly.

"I want to see your purser," Isaac whispered.

"You are……"

"FBI." Isaac answered her in a breathy voice, no one noticed at this time when everyone was flustered.

But that flight attendant's eyes lit up, as long as there is a chance, no one is willing to wait for death.She nodded quickly, "Do you want me to take you there?"

Isaac refused, "Before you are sure, don't give others uncertain hopes."

Because it's okay to be hopeless from the beginning, once the feeling of hope is ignited and then lost, no one can bear it.

Just like that, Isaac and Reid left their seats and moved forward until they reached the place where the purser was.

The flight attendant didn't look too young. He was holding a microphone to communicate with the people in the cockpit. Sweat dripped from his forehead, but the people inside didn't seem to give her any response.

Isaac was not surprised by this, because the people inside said from the very beginning that the purpose of his trip was to protest and retaliate.

"Stop it." Isaac pushed the mic off. "It won't work. Whatever you say, it won't be what he wants, it won't impress him at all."

The purser took a deep breath and looked at Isaac, "Who are you?"

"FBI, SSAIssacCosta." Issac pointed to Reid next to him, "and SSADr. Reid."

"Do you have a solution?" The purser's reaction was the same as that of the previous stewardess, and there were sparks of hope in his eyes.

"I'm not sure, but I don't like to sit around and die." Isaac frowned.

He once had a discussion with Jackson, after he returned from Afghanistan, about how to protect the majority at the expense of the few.At that time, Jackson's intention was to let him not be shaken by what he saw in Afghanistan, to have a big picture, to have the consciousness of a decisive person, and even gave an example. Ironically, that example is similar to what happened today. , but he didn't have to worry about whether to press the missile launch button and bear the psychological burden of taking hundreds of lives with his own hands.He is now the chosen one, but he doesn't like either of those choices.

"Who said there are only two choices." Isaac clenched his fists and reconnected with the call in the cockpit.

In the cockpit, the co-pilot, who was about to fulfill his wish, was sneering at the military personnel who was talking to him, with an unscrupulous attitude.

"...When you kill my people, think of today. Come on, I'm not afraid! How I wish you could fire a missile here right now, point your missiles at your own citizens, come!"

This choice is the least loss, but under his clamor, it is so difficult to decide.