Taking Control of the Scene

After being carefully repaired, the plane bore no trace of damage. It slowly descended until it touched down with a shudder, rolling along the long runway as its speed gradually decreased.

The vast area around the runway had been completely cleared. Yellow-and-black barricade tape flapped violently in the wind as countless eyes remained fixed on that enormous metal bird.

Before the plane had even come to a complete stop, the armed police vehicles stationed at the airport surged out from every direction with roaring engines like sharks smelling blood, swiftly forming a tight encirclement.

They had already learned from CNN's live remote broadcast that a hijacking had taken place aboard the plane. At this moment, everyone was on high alert, and the spinning police lights flashed with heart-pounding red and blue light.

Almost at the same time, another team dressed in black combat uniforms quickly formed a second perimeter, while well-equipped snipers took position atop the surrounding buildings.

Fire engines and ambulances stood in tight formation along the edge of the cordon, hoses spread across the ground, while medical personnel stood beside the vehicles and watched the silent plane nervously.

The cabin door remained closed for a long time.

In the live broadcast, the hijacker, who had seemed to be persuaded by host Kerry, had not come out to surrender. Not a single passenger he had taken hostage had been released either.

—After the connection was cut off, what exactly had happened aboard the plane? Had the hijacker changed his mind and once again taken all the passengers hostage, intending to blackmail the British and American governments?

The officers in bulletproof vests held their guns tightly, their expressions grim. The atmosphere was heavy as iron, and every second of waiting seemed to stretch on endlessly.

Just then, another convoy arrived.