Ta-da~
The instrument makes a running sound.
The bomb disposal expert next to the drone is holding a state-of-the-art explosives detector, which can detect some explosives remotely.
The instruments scanned one location after another, and no warnings were received from any of them. At his feet was a police dog, specifically designed to handle explosions, which was also stretching its neck and calmly sniffing around the various locations on the aircraft.
The atmosphere at the scene was very quiet.
All they could do was watch from a distance and pray that the people and police dogs next to the drone were safe and sound.
Even the bomb disposal engineer himself looked solemn. Although he remained calm, beads of sweat were forming on his forehead beneath his heavy protective suit.
"Left wing, inspection complete, no abnormalities found."
"Right wing, inspection complete..."
Another full hour passed, and the inspection was finally completed when the bomb disposal expert was drenched in sweat.
He slowly walked out with his bomb-sniffing dog.
Bu Zhen quickly went to greet him, helping him remove his equipment while calling his name and asking for details about the results.
"No problem, neither the instruments nor the sniffer dogs found any trace of a bomb on this drone."
Of course, this excludes missiles mounted on pylons.
Hearing him say that, Bu Zhen felt reassured.
With a wave of his hand, he simply led another technical team directly into action.
The people he brought with him this time were all aerospace engineering technicians, not quite engineers yet, but they could easily disassemble a drone completely.
A shed was set up on site, disassembly tools were sent to the surrounding area, and the technicians picked up their tools and began to work in an orderly manner, disassembling all the parts that could be taken apart from the drone.
The parts on the ground quickly piled up in the small boxes.
Bu Zhen is responsible for recording the placement of these parts so that they can be reassembled in the future.
As he took notes, he would occasionally look up and gaze at the drone, which was a head taller than him, circling it twice while chatting idly.
"What do you mean by the other logo on this drone besides our national flag?"
"Was it just something the enemy drew randomly to mislead us?"
Many of the technicians, both focused and relaxed, offered their own speculations upon hearing Bu Zhen's words:
"This aircraft likely flew at low altitude to infiltrate our defenses. It's probably the enemy trying to mislead our people by using these two flags, hoping they'll see the drone and think it's from within the country, thus avoiding reporting it to the police."
"That makes some sense, but I also think it's possible that the plane was smuggled in by spies and took off from a nearby makeshift airfield, which would be more convenient."
Who knows?
"Uh... that logo wasn't just randomly drawn; it's the organizational symbol of our Mutual Aid Society."
"It wasn't just drawn randomly?"
Someone muttered.
"So what does that symbol mean..." Bu Zhen nodded subconsciously, but immediately realized, "Wait!"
He abruptly turned his head toward the direction from which the sound came!
"Holy shit!!!"
At this point, the other technicians also came to their senses, and everyone instinctively dropped what they were doing and scattered to the side!
Who the hell answered that?!
It might be haunted!
Bu Zhen felt it probably wasn't haunted.
"Is there really a person hiding inside this drone?"
Why didn't the bomb disposal experts identify this person?
Bu Zhen, now bolder, slowly walked towards the direction from which the sound came. He had already drawn his pistol at his waist, the dark muzzle pointing forward.
Other technicians immediately gathered around.
They were just startled, but they've calmed down now.
They outnumber us, what are we afraid of!
However, just when everyone thought they had captured a defector, Bu Zhen was stunned.
Because there was nothing else in the direction from which the sound came, except for a single Horn, it was installed inside the chassis, next to the control motherboard, under a skin, but with several openings in the skin to allow the Horn's sound to escape.
Just now, no one understood why a Horn was installed in this location.
They were now confused as to why the Horn was answering them.
Wireless control?
This is the only possibility.
Now both wireless and satellite signals are blocked, so even they themselves can't send messages.
As for the fact that there was someone hiding inside the drone and that he was the one calling out to everyone... Bu Zhen calmed down.
After coming down, I knew it was impossible.
Because the drone had been basically disassembled, there was simply no space inside for anyone to hide.
Or is there some kind of AI program that can have automatic conversations?
In an instant, several thoughts raced through Bu Zhen's mind, ultimately converging into one question, "Who are you?"
"We are members of the Mutual Aid Society. I belong to No. 7 Branch and am a drone operator."
The voice, coming from Horn, was slightly distorted, but one could still tell from the tone and manner that the speaker was very proud of their identity.
This is incredible!
Bu Zhen a deep breath and gave the technicians a look. They immediately understood that he wanted them to report it.
So they all tiptoed away without making a sound.
The operator on the other end could see everything perfectly well; the drone was equipped with cameras, but he just wouldn't say anything.
Actually, he's waiting for someone right now.
President Zhang just went to an emergency meeting.
So when he was working as a bomb disposal expert, he didn't dare make a sound. On the one hand, he was afraid of scaring people and causing them to take drastic measures against the drone. On the other hand, he didn't know what to say.
But seeing that Bu Zhen and his technicians were now dismantling the plane, he had no choice but to speak up.
"The signal is clearly blocked, so how are you able to speak to me through this Horn? Where are you?"
Bu Zhen over there was asking about my household registration like I was a resident.
He sent someone to inquire about the effectiveness of the signal jamming.
The response was overwhelmingly positive; even their own signals couldn't get through, let alone anyone else trying to receive information.
"Hmm... that's because the Horn is connected to our cable, so the wireless signal jamming doesn't affect us."
"And the second one?"
"I might be in a place you don't quite understand right now, and I'm not sure if I can tell you, because I... don't... have... the right..."
The Horn suddenly started to malfunction, the operator's speech became slurred and disjointed, and it took on a strange, electronic feel.
The operator also noticed the problem and cursed inwardly.
This drone is an old product pulled from their Interstellar Spacetime, and the same goes for the Horn, which is an old product accumulated over who knows how many years.
Things that have been stored for a long time are bound to develop some problems.
"Wait a minute..."
The Horn's tone suddenly became eerie and strange, Bu Zhen noticed, and he even felt a faint sense of being electrocuted.
But all he could do was scratch his head and soothe the goosebumps on his back as he stared at the suddenly silent Horn.
On the other side.
The operator was in a real hurry, so he had someone leave the control panel and go to the Spacetime Tunnel in the adjacent room to begin repairing the Horn...
Just as Bu Zhen was about to get closer to examine the Bu Zhen of the Horn, he saw a man's hand quietly emerge from behind Horn Horn and pat it twice...
???
You still dare to say there's no one in your drone?!
Bu Zhen was deeply shocked.
They were so startled they took two steps back.
After all that rambling, it turns out there was a person hiding inside the drone?
Bu Zhen was about to call the others over and pull the people out of the drone, but he immediately sensed instinctively that something was wrong.
It took him a while to see the mystery behind it.
Behind the Horn was a ring of unidentified black matter, and the hand emerged from this black mass.
He could clearly see the hand, but he couldn't see the owner of that hand behind it at all!
Just as Bu Zhen was wondering what to say, the operator on the other side made "ah" sounds to confirm that the Horn was tuned.
Traditional methods are indeed effective.
So he ordered someone to pull their hand back.
This Bu Zhen even more.
He witnessed firsthand the hand silently disappearing into the darkness.
It was only then that he noticed several other black wires piercing through the black area, connecting to the drone's control board...
This is no ordinary matter.
Bu Zhen two steps forward, wanting to reach out and touch it to see what it was.
But the operator who witnessed this quickly stopped him, advising against it because of the enormous risks involved.
For a non-member like Bu Zhen, the Spacetime Tunnel is the sharpest knife; if he dares to touch it, his fingers will definitely be gone.
Bu Zhen was a man who listened to advice, so he immediately stopped what he was doing.
He then asked, "And what is this thing? Where are you hiding?"
However, operation
After a moment of contemplation, the officer asked Bu Zhen a question in a barely audible electronic voice, "What is your rank?"
Bu Zhen answered truthfully.
As an adjutant, his rank was already quite high, a height that many people could never hope to reach in their entire lives.
But the operator exchanged glances with his colleagues and immediately made a judgment. "Sorry, sir, your level is relatively low..."
As they were talking, the Horn suddenly emitted another electronic sound.
Jing Youwei is still at the base.
He was on the phone discussing the two unidentified drones and expressing his opinions.
After today's incident was reported, the higher-ups took it very seriously and are now determined to find out where the leak originated.
At this critical moment, a highly urgent adjutant entered through a gentle knock on the door.
Jing Youwei lowered his voice and then looked at his adjutant.
A document was handed to him.
Jing Youwei casually took it and glanced at it.
He was stunned after just a quick glance.
He looked up and expressed his doubt to his adjutant with his eyes and expression.
The other party nodded firmly.
So Jing Youwei quickly made an excuse that he had something to do and hung up the phone.
What's going on?
"Why did the Horn in the drone suddenly start making noise, and why did a hand suddenly appear?"
"Is the signal jamming not done properly, or is there some kind of holographic projection?"
"The other party said the Horn was wired, so blocking the wireless signal was pointless. Besides, Old Bu didn't think it was a holographic projection; he personally witnessed the Horn vibrating from being slapped by that hand."
Looking at the tangled mess of clues, Jing Youwei quickly made a decision. "Forget it, this is of great importance, I'll just go myself."
Zhang Tianyuan is still in a meeting and hasn't returned, but the operator asked someone to find Instructor Yin, who has been stationed at the aerospace base recently.
Just as Instructor Yin arrived at the scene, Jing Youwei also arrived at the airport at almost the same time.
From the footage transmitted by the camera, Instructor Yin briefly learned about the previous situation. Seeing Jing Youwei, dressed in winter clothes, Jing Youwei and quickly becoming the backbone of the group, he knew that this person must be the one the association was looking for.
At this moment, guided by Bu Zhen, Jing Youwei broke away from the crowd and boldly walked in front of the drone.
The Horn's electronic audio malfunction has started acting up again, so we have to keep filming.
Jing Youwei watched silently as a hand emerged from behind the Horn and began banging on Horn, seemingly with a hint of irritation.
After a while, the Horn's electronic malfunction was resolved, and the hand withdrew again in front of the two witnesses.
Bu Zhen whispered in Jing Youwei's ear.
Then Jing Youwei walked to the Horn and somewhat awkwardly began his opening remarks. "My name is Jing Youwei... In the drone, sorry, in the Horn... Hello to the friends on the other side?"
Instructor Yin picked up the walkie-talkie and replied, "We are fine, thank you for your concern. I am Yin Hongda, the deputy director of the Special Major Disaster Response Bureau under the Mutual Aid Society headquarters."
Not only is he the deputy director, but Bai Xu and Wu Yisi in the bureau are also deputy directors. However, they have their own affairs, and he usually appears in public more often.
Jing Youwei then said, " Deputy Director Yin, the space in your place might be a bit cramped. Would you and your friends like to come out and talk?"
Jing Youwei looked at the drone thoughtfully.
Instructor Yin's face suddenly twitched. Did this guy still think they were hiding in the drone playing tricks?
"We would also like to discuss this with you face-to-face, but due to some technical reasons, we are currently unable to widen the passageway to a point where we can pass through. We apologize for the inconvenience."
President Zhang isn't here; they can't possibly crawl through that tiny Spacetime Tunnel, can they?
Although if you actually tried, you could definitely get through.
But that would be too embarrassing.
The disheveled way he crawled out of the Spacetime Tunnel makes him instantly look down on people...
If the presidents of the various branches heard about this, they would probably all feel embarrassed.
Moreover, he was afraid that when he saw Elder Zhou again in the future, the old man would probably come over and give him a lecture.
So he could only politely decline.
Jing Youwei silent. Although he wasn't exactly a shrewd person, he had seen a lot in his life, after all, this was an era of thriving mushroom cultivation. He had also dealt with people from other countries more than once, whether in friendly, heated, or even hostile situations, and so far, he had achieved considerable success.
But now he really doesn't know what to do.
He'd lived half his life and never even tried shouting "Friends!" into a Horn...