50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 439 Smuggling
At the civilian tarmac of Vnukovo International Airport, the propellers of an Il-62 are roaring as the control tower instructs it to taxi a short distance and enter the holding position.

Sun Zhiwei, inside the cargo hold, looked through the bulkhead at the military hangar not far away, where a white swan was parked.

Inside the hangar, the engineers had already gone home, leaving only a few scattered workers packing up their tools.

Soon, the workers finished packing up, turned off the lights, and left the hangar one after another.

The moment the hangar doors were closed by the workers, the allure of the swans reached its peak.

Just then, the Il-62 received the order to take off and began to accelerate.

Without further hesitation, Sun Zhiwei rapidly expanded his spatial ability, enveloping the military hangar. The white swan inside vanished from the hangar in the blink of an eye.

A few dozen seconds later, the Il-62 carrying Sun Zhiwei took off into the blue sky.

The next morning, while Sun Zhiwei was still over Siberia, a large number of KGB officers suddenly arrived at Vnukovo Airport.

The night before, all personnel remaining at the airport were subjected to detailed questioning by the KGB.

However, no matter how hard they investigated, they couldn't trace it back to Sun Zhiwei.

Moscow is 5800 kilometers from Beijing. The flight took off early yesterday morning, and around 8 a.m., the Il-62 carrying Sun Zhiwei arrived over Beijing.

Sun Zhiwei quickly removed the Russian makeup from his face, took out his military uniform and put it on, put his identification in his pocket, and then waited quietly for landing.

Soon, a feeling of weightlessness came over him. Sun Zhiwei grabbed the overhead luggage rack in the cargo hold to steady himself until the plane landed smoothly.

While in the air, he noticed that this was the new airport in Shunyi, and the plane was parked in front of the new T1 terminal that had just opened in January.

Unlike the rudimentary facilities of the old Nanyuan Airport, passengers here can take a shuttle bus back to the terminal after disembarking.

The new terminal is equipped with automatic doors, moving walkways, escalators, as well as a baggage handling system, flight status display boards, closed-circuit television, and other amenities.

Airports are the face of a country, and the most advanced civilian facilities are first applied in airports.

The passengers quickly disembarked and boarded the onboard tram that had come to pick them up, gradually disappearing into the distance.

Inside the cabin, the flight attendants were still cleaning, organizing equipment, and replenishing supplies.

The cargo door of the plane slowly opened, and the airport logistics staff waiting nearby began to unload the passengers' checked baggage.

Sun Zhiwei covered his eyes and waited for a while to adjust to the suddenly brighter light before slowly walking from the bottom of the cargo hold to the hatch.

His sudden appearance startled the porters below.

Upon seeing a living person in the warehouse, one of the foremen immediately became alert and shouted angrily, "Halt! Who are you?"

Once they were back home, Sun Zhiwei relaxed. He leaned casually against the bulkhead and said lazily to the foreman, "We're all on the same side. Go call your supervisor over. I'm not moving."

Only then did the foreman notice his military uniform and hear his fluent Beijing accent, which eased his tension slightly.

"Xiao Liu, go and call the supervisor. I'll stay here with this comrade."

Sun Zhiwei realized that he had blocked the cabin door, preventing other workers from coming in to move luggage, but he also couldn't leave.

There's a bunch of top-secret documents inside the cabin, and it wouldn't be good if anyone saw them.

A short while later, Xiao Liu and the freight manager rushed over, accompanied by several armed soldiers.

The first to come up were those soldiers, who immediately pointed their guns at Sun Zhiwei. The squad leader then called out to him, "Comrade, since the situation is unclear, please come with us to the office to cooperate with the investigation."

"Young comrade, there are state secrets in the cargo hold, so I cannot leave for the time being."

"Could you please send someone to make a phone call? The number is 659—ext.—. Just say that 'Di Ting' is returning to the capital and ask them to come and pick me up."

Hearing his words, the squad leader hesitated for a moment, and Sun Zhiwei continued, "Young comrade, don't worry, I don't have any weapons."

"Also, in order not to disturb passengers collecting their luggage, I can step aside." As he spoke, he stepped aside to make way for the entrance and exit.

The squad leader then instructed several soldiers to approach and keep an eye on Sun Zhiwei, while he himself turned around and quickly ran back to the terminal building.

The freight supervisor below, seeing that the passageway was open, ignored them and immediately ordered his men to start moving the suitcases.

The passengers are still waiting; if he's delayed any longer, he'll get scolded.

Sun Zhiwei stayed quietly in the corner, watching the two young soldiers warily watching him from a short distance away.

The porters carrying luggage would occasionally steal glances at them out of the corner of their eyes.

Sun Zhiwei didn't care; the face paint on his face hadn't been washed off yet, and Tong Jiajia wouldn't even recognize him when she arrived.

Soon, all the passengers' luggage was moved, and the workers left, leaving only the three large wooden crates at the very back, while the rest of the space was empty.

At this moment, the class monitor ran back, panting.

"Comrade, I'm sorry, we've already contacted your workplace, but it will take them a while to get here. Why don't you come with us to the office and wait there?"

"Thank you, but no need. These things can't leave my sight." Sun Zhiwei glanced at the three wooden boxes and firmly refused his offer.

The squad leader had no choice but to wait with him. In the meantime, he tried to get information out of Sun Zhiwei to find out his background.

After all, Sun Zhiwei only had one set of military uniform and no rank insignia, so you couldn't tell anything about him.

Since Sun Zhiwei had nothing better to do, he chatted with them. He didn't reveal anything during the conversation, but he also learned a lot of recent news and anecdotes from them.

What? They received a tip from the Chaoyang residents on Qianmen Street and arrested a spy?

It's like everyone on the street, young men and women, is copying the male protagonist in the American TV series "The Man from Atlantis" and starting to wear sunglasses.

There are also underground hotels built in the Xicheng District using civil defense works.

In just a few months, many interesting things had happened in the capital, which Sun Zhiwei listened to with great interest.

An hour later, a Jeep 212 rushed onto the tarmac and came to an abrupt stop next to the Il-62 where Sun Zhiwei was stationed.

As soon as the jeep entered the area covered by the space, Sun Zhiwei saw that Xu Yimin was sitting inside.

After all, he was Sun Zhiwei's direct superior, and as soon as news of Sun Zhiwei came, he volunteered to come and pick him up.

Upon hearing the sound of brakes, Sun Zhiwei gestured to his squad leader, "The people who came to pick me up are here. Let's go out."

Before they could even leave the warehouse, Xu Yimin rushed into the cabin, and Sun Zhiwei quickly grabbed him and helped him up.

"Boss, please take it easy. You're not a young man in your twenties or thirties anymore."

(End of this chapter)