50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 379 My Code Name: Listener

Sun Zhiwei looked at the gold bars in the safe, pondered for a while, and decided to take this opportunity to increase his family's wealth.

At that moment, he felt the plane accelerating, so he quickly grabbed the cargo securing cable to prevent himself from falling.

The C130 quickly took off, then adjusted its course to fly south and climbed rapidly.

Ten minutes later, the aircraft smoothly reached an altitude of 5000 meters and began automatic cruise.

Sun Zhiwei noticed that the pilot in the cockpit released the control stick and started chatting with the co-pilot.

Sensing the time was right, he immediately opened up his spatial dimension, taking all five crew members into it, and then quickly went to the captain's seat.

After adjusting his seating position and fastening his seatbelt, he familiarized himself with the various equipment buttons in the cabin and confirmed his current altitude, speed, and position.

He then turned off autopilot and began to descend rapidly.

At this point, the plane had reached the airspace above Thanh Hoa, 100 kilometers away from Thang Long Phu.

Most of the radars in Annam were built with our assistance at the time, and their technology level was not high, with the lowest detection altitude exceeding 300 meters.

He could evade Annam's radar surveillance by lowering his altitude to below 300 meters.

As the aircraft rapidly descended, the C130's fuselage began to shake violently.

However, these are not major issues; the C130 is of excellent quality. Although the monkeys haven't taken very good care of it over the years, it itself is not damaged.

Suddenly, the radio crackled to life with a call from the control tower: "C130, your altitude is rapidly decreasing. Do you need assistance?"

"Tower, tower, equipment malfunction, equipment malfunction, currently being debugged, currently being debugged."

After waiting for a while, watching the altitude continue to drop, and seeing that he was about to reach 300 meters, he began his final response.

"Tower, tower, the plane has stalled and the engine is on fire. I will be making an emergency landing in the jungle."

He turned off the answering machine before he could finish speaking.

He only began to climb after the plane reached 300 meters, and quickly maintained an altitude of 200 meters.

He then adjusted his course to due east. From here, flying just a few dozen kilometers east would take him to the airspace over the Beibu Gulf.

Heading north is impossible; both sides are currently mobilizing forces to confront each other in the north, with countless anti-aircraft guns and anti-aircraft guns pointed at the sky.

Sun Zhiwei's hijacking was a spur-of-the-moment decision, and he didn't contact his family before recklessly flying the plane into the area. The chances of him being shot down by his own people were extremely high.

Flying eastward and entering the sea, once you leave Annam's 12-nautical-mile exclusive economic zone, you will reach the high seas.

Even if they are discovered, the likelihood of the other side opening fire on the high seas will be greatly reduced.

Because there is less interference from the mountains and forests, it is easier for shore-based radar to pinpoint his location.

The stretch of road from the coastline to the waters leading into the country is the most dangerous part.

Once Annan's fighter jets catch up, his C-130 has no chance of escaping at all, given its speed.

Therefore, he needs to fly at as low an altitude as possible to reduce the possibility of being detected by radar.

Soon, the plane reached the sea, and he reduced the C130's altitude to 100 meters. Including the plane's own altitude of 12 meters, he was now flying almost skimming the sea surface.

At this altitude, it is impossible to distinguish between the sky and the sea with the naked eye. Normal pilots can only maintain stable flight by using an altimeter.

However, altimeters are not very accurate, which makes it easy for accidents to occur when flying at extremely low altitudes.

Fortunately, he had his own spatial ability, and the spatial measurement was absolutely precise. With the assistance of his spatial ability, he was able to maintain the altitude of the C130. Five minutes later, the C130 flew into the open sea of ​​the Beibu Gulf. Before he could even begin to feel happy, he could vaguely hear the roar of fighter jets.

He quickly turned on the radio and immediately heard a call coming from it.

Upon hearing the strangely accented Chinese and Vietnamese, Sun Zhiwei's expression darkened; it was Annamite fighter jets making a call.

He still couldn't evade radar scanning at sea; the enemy had even deployed fighter jets. But now he was still nearly 200 kilometers from his own control line and needed to buy time.

After thinking for a moment, he gently pressed the hatch switch on the rear cabin, opening the rear cabin slightly, and air from high altitude immediately rushed into the rear cabin through the gap.

Then he took out a smoke grenade, released the safety, and used his spatial ability to send it to the rear cabin door.

Immediately, a thick plume of smoke billowed from the rear of the C130, as if the cabin were on fire.

When Annan's fighter jets saw that he did not respond, they were about to approach when they saw the thick smoke coming out of the tail.

At this point, they still hadn't realized the transport plane had been hijacked, assuming it was just a malfunction in the communication and navigation systems, and were still trying to contact it.

The cabin was smoking, indicating that the transport plane was on fire. Seeing that they still couldn't make contact, the Annan fighter jet simply flew over the nose of the C-130.

This is to alert the C130 pilot that fighter jets are approaching.

Sun Zhiwei noticed that the radar showed only two fighter jets, so he raised the plane's altitude a bit, reaching 300 meters before stabilizing it.

The two fighter jets quickly approached him horizontally from both sides and maintained a escorting stance.

Sun Zhiwei could already see the fighter pilots through the glass portholes on both sides.

At this moment, the two fighter jets were only 200 meters away from Sun Zhiwei.

Seizing the rare opportunity, Sun Zhiwei gestured to the two fighter pilots, pretending to communicate, while simultaneously taking out two timed grenades.

After releasing the safety pins on two timed grenades, he placed one in each of the fuel tanks of the two fighter jets.

Time passed relentlessly. Three minutes later, one fighter jet began to turn ahead to guide the transport plane back, while another followed behind to bring up the rear.

We're very close to our control line here, and the fighter pilots are very nervous.

Seeing that the timer hadn't run out yet, Sun Zhiwei didn't resist and started to turn around.

Just then, radar showed that three fighter jets were rapidly approaching from the east. Sun Zhiwei's heart skipped a beat; they had finally arrived.

The Annan fighter pilots had obviously also spotted the three of our J-6s approaching.

As they were climbing, suddenly, the fuel tanks of both Annan fighter jets exploded almost simultaneously.

The fuel tank of the high-speed fighter jet suddenly exploded, which was devastating. The two aircraft disintegrated almost instantly and crashed into the sea.

The three J-6s were clearly bewildered by this sudden situation, but Sun Zhiwei had anticipated it. He adjusted his course and continued eastward while turning on the radio to call the J-6s.

"Sixth Master is awesome! Thank you for your help, comrades. Please continue to escort me. I will land at the nearest airport."

“I didn’t do it,” a young J6 driver innocently defended himself on the radio.

Sun Zhiwei knew they weren't the ones who did it, but now was not the time to make excuses.

"C130 driver, who are you?"

"My code name is: Listening. Please report to your superiors, and someone will naturally know me."

(End of this chapter)