Chapter 42 Crazy Plan

Yusuf finally chose to confess to Hafizollah, and Hafizollah not only forgave him, but also gave him the greatest trust. In order to repay Hafizollah's friendship, Yusuf proposed a crazy plan based on his experience working at Kabul Airport.

"You want to destroy the Soviet transport plane? Is this really useful?" The people sitting around Hafizollah were immediately full of doubts when they heard this sentence.

"This is not an ordinary transport aircraft. It is a long-range heavy-duty military transport aircraft of the Soviets. The Soviets produced a total of 85 aircraft, of which only three were deployed in Kabul. They are responsible for most of the Soviets' material transportation. Now the Soviets' land transportation often Destroyed by us, the transport planes are very important to them. If we can destroy them..."

"Then the Soviets in Kabul are going to starve?" Someone added involuntarily.

"That's not the case, but they will indeed encounter difficulties in supply!" Yousuf finally added that it is indeed a challenge for these guys who have never attended a military academy to understand the importance of long-range heavy military transport aircraft to the Soviet army. Fortunately, Yusuf did a good job.

"Just do it! Give the Soviets a big gift!" Hafizollah made the final decision.

. . .

"Squeak~~~!" With the sound of brakes, a car stopped at the entrance of Kabul Airport, and a group of Soviet soldiers skillfully began to check rationally. Seryozha sat on the side and pointed out irregularities in the inspections of these soldiers at any time. Since the videotape incident broke out, seeing that the credit he got had just flowed away, Seryosha was sent to Kabul Airport to do airport security work. To be honest, in his previous life, Seryozha inspected cross-border transport vehicles at the border, and now he feels like he is back to his old job. Seryozha was always able to notice some places that others did not notice, the spare tire, the bumper, the interlayer of the roof. Seryozha didn't know how many contrabands were seized from these places, of course most of them were hailuoyin (the famous Golden Crescent is here).

One by one, the cars that passed the security check entered the cargo area of ​​the airport from Serezha, and the goods they carried were loaded onto different planes and shipped to all parts of the world. Seryozha was just about to drink a cup of coffee when suddenly a car with the logo of the Afghan Post slowly drove into the inspection area. Seryozha felt a little strange that this car was driving very slowly, almost as fast as a person walking, and even if there was any obstacle in front of him, this car would try to avoid it as much as possible.

The car stopped firmly in front of Seryozha. There was a lot of mail in the car, but it wasn't overloaded because the tires weren't flat. There is a spare tire at the bottom of the back of the car, which is tightly tied with an iron chain, probably to prevent theft, but the chain is very loose, and it is so carelessly tied that it mops the floor. The car was very new, it looked like a new car, and there should be no faults, which made Seryozha a little confused.

Taking advantage of the time when the soldiers were checking, Seryozha went up to the driver and asked a question. "Is your car broken down?" This sentence was quickly translated by the Afghan military and police working with Seryozha. The driver shook his head. But when Seryozha turned his head, he found that everyone in the car was looking at him.

"Sir, there is no problem after checking." Sergey's soldiers reported to Sergey. Seryozha felt that he might be thinking too much. The inspections by the soldiers were very strict, and there were also trained police dogs and explosive detectors. After all, this is a car of the Afghan government department, so it should be more reliable. So Seryozha let the car pass with a wave of his hand.

Seryozha reached for his coffee cup, and suddenly his finger was charged with static electricity. This is a common occurrence in dry Afghanistan, but at this moment, Seryozha suddenly felt a flash of lightning flashing across the dark clouds.

"Static!"

"Static!"

The iron chain is to prevent static electricity,

Why do you need anti-static, why do you need to avoid obstacles, why do you drive so slowly, because there are things that must be transported in this way, that is, explosives.

Seryozha immediately threw away the cup, got into the car, and said: "Yakov, hurry up and chase the car just now, and the rest of the people block this place."

"Boss, what's going on?" Yakov chased after him without saying a word, but he still didn't know why.

"Which car has explosives!" said Seryozha anxiously.

Hearing the explosives, Yakov quickly chased after them. The car was loaded with explosives and could not run fast, and Sergei quickly caught up with them. The people in one of the cars knew that the car was not going fast, jumped out of the car and ran away, but Seryozha knew that they had no weapons on them, otherwise they would have been stopped at the gate.

Without much effort, Sergey and his men captured all the people in the car. Sergey got under the car and carefully removed the chained spare tire. Pulling out his paratrooper knife, he sliced ​​open the tire, and soon he could see what was inside. This is the common C4 plastic explosive in later generations, but now it is a veritable new thing. No wonder the police dogs and explosive detectors did not respond.

Seryozha escorted these people to the interrogation room at the airport. On the way to the interrogation room, Seryozha felt that there must be something wrong, and the breakthrough was in these people, so he had to ask them quickly. After closing the door of the interrogation room, Seryozha didn't have the patience to argue with them at all. He picked up the chair and threw it at the driver's knee just now.

"Say, what are you going to do?" Seryozha asked fiercely. He knew that the driver's knee must have been shattered.

The three prisoners were silent, only the driver was groaning while holding his legs, and the interpreter gave Seryozha an annoyed look. Sergey didn't care about the translator's eyes at all. She was born and died a few times to make Sergey understand a truth. This is not Gorky, this is a battlefield. People who come here are here to kill. The enemy will not let you go because of your kindness. . Fighting against other gangs and the government in Gorky Serezha, those people only want profit, not necessarily your life, but the people here are different, they are here to kill you.

Seryozha would not stop, he asked the next one if he couldn't figure it out, and he treated the remaining two people in the same way. Seryozha tortured these guys like a devil. In the interrogation room there were only Seryozha's roar and the moans of the prisoners. The interpreter couldn't stand it anymore, opened the door and left.

Half an hour passed, and Seryozha looked at the three prisoners who had been beaten so badly but still kept silent, out of breath, and he felt helpless. And the three of them kept staring at the clock behind Seryozha.

. . .

On the runway of Kabul Airport, an An-22 transport plane has begun taxiing on the runway. This plane is loaded with white phosphorus bombs that are urgently needed on the Kandahar front. These things that violate the United Nations Convention on Weapons are extremely cruel. After touching objects, they will continue to burn until they are extinguished. In order to save the frequency of the flight, the plane also carried the mail of Afghanistan Post and five staff members.