Monster Factory

In an empty dangerous goods warehouse at the Yamsk Ballistic Missile Test Base, Director Nenambona, along with other Boeing 747 passengers, was held here.

This empty dangerous goods warehouse is airtight, the only one connected to the outside door, or explosion-proof.

The crew members were held incommunicado.

Commissioner Nanbona was lying on the cement floor with four legs facing the sky and his half face swollen high.

Instead, Director Nainan Bonner said not to be injured, even if the walk tripped, there would be a lot of people around to warm up.

Too bad no one dares to move now.

Their hands were tied with plastic tied ropes, tape on their mouths to prevent the stringing of confessions, and one assault rifle was standing in front of each of them, staring angrily at their soldiers.

Even if they communicate their eyes, they will be brutally beaten by soldiers.

Two interrogation offices were also temporarily established in the large sealed warehouse.

The interrogation service is less than 20 metres away from the detainees, who cannot hear what the soldiers who can eat their faces are asking. But they could hear the screams of the two people who were brought in tearing their hearts apart.

Ten minutes later, the first two men to go in were taken back by soldiers.

The two men were dressed intact and had no scars on their faces or arms, but had the same look on their faces as the survivors who had just visited the minefields for the rest of their lives.

The eyes of the two soldiers were scanned in the crowd, and those overlooked trembled like quails.

Two more journalists were erected and then severely tore open the tape on their mouths.

“Let me go, I'm a journalist, and your actions have broken the law. ”

“I'm American, and I asked to contact the embassy and my company. ”

“Ah! Help! What do you want? ”

When the two men were pulled out and thrown on the ground, the soldiers arrived in diameter in front of Director Neinam Bonner.

By interrogation, they had learned who was the protagonist in the Boeing 747.

When Director Neinambona was taken to the interrogation room, the interrogators had been replaced by a captain just now, who was now the school officer.

The school officer interrogator was silently reading the documents in front of the table.

The documents were collected from the aircraft, with their passports, work permits and press cards. When the documents were searched through Russian channels, none of them were found to be suspicious.

The school officer pinched the Director's passport, Nanbona, and his eyes moved back and forth between him and his ID. Although Nainam Bonner was hit in the face with a bullet butt and swollen, he was able to identify himself in the photograph.

The officer interrogated in English: "Name. ”

“Adeline Nainambona.” The director, Inner South Bonner, who was pressed against the seat, raised his head and his voice howled.

“Come here to your destination. ”

“Huh ~” Director Inner Nanbona smiled coldly, not knowing if it was hard mouth or from the attitude of the other party, found out that their identity had been touched by them, so there was no fear.

“Go straight to the subject, you've worked so hard to hijack this plane to Russia, what's the point? ”

“Mr. Director, I should ask you this question.” The interrogator pinched his eyebrows and hesitated slightly: "Before we begin the dialogue, you will first answer the following questions. ”

“If you answer correctly, we will give you the treatment you deserve. ”

“Ask. ”

“Were you ever in Russia in 2011 when you also served as Director of the New Jersey Department of Social Assistance? ”

“Of course." That was the first time Director Nainam Bonner stepped on to Russia, nodding his head without hesitation: “At that time, I was not only the Director of the Relief Agency, but also a member of the Economic and Social Council of the United Nations, mainly responsible for social health security in member countries. ”

The interrogators looked at a piece of information in front of the table and asked: "The time of the visit to Russia and the list of other persons. ”

“The time is November, and I can't recall the exact date. I travelled with one of your Russian councillors, Miss Daria, the Deputy Secretary-General of the World Tourism Organization, Mr. Lifay, and two other liaison officers…"

“When you arrived in Russia, did the Russian director, Miss Daria, invite you to her house? ”

“Yes.”

“Can you recall the decoration and layout of his house?” The interrogators turned the information before them to the page on the photograph.

Even though he had previously been found to have looked like himself under his passport, work permit, the injured man in front of him was the Director of the United States Social Security Administration himself.

But his identity can only make the whole thing more confusing and full of the scent of conspiracy.

A director of the United States Department of Social Security, who travels to small countries to be treated solemnly by each other.

Suddenly, a “invisible” Boeing 747 arrived at Russia's most heavily guarded ballistic missile testing base.

This is a big deal and must be verified 100%. He really is Director Neinan Bonner.

Director Inner Nanbona rubbed his half swollen cheek and began to recall as much detail as he could as a guest.

When he travelled to Russia with the United Nations, there was no press coverage. The beautiful Russian councillor, Miss Dalia, invited only him to come home as a guest.

The more these private details are answered, the more he will be able to take ownership.

“One last question. ”

“The night before the farewell, where did you and Miss Daria go and what happened? ”

“This…” Director Neinanbona showed hesitation.

……

The interrogators closed the information.

After a thorough inquiry, he had fully established the identity of Director Neinambona.

Director Neinan Bonner was released from all restraints, clothes were prepared for him, and two military doctors dressed in white coats came with medicine boxes in their hands to clean his face.

After a simple bandage, Director Neinanbona was “invited” to a military vehicle.

Director Neinan Bonner did not know where he was to be taken, but through the window he could see a ten-metre post on either side of the road, with a helicopter with a searchlight flying over his head from time to time.

“Do you know who they're looking for?” The interrogator sitting next to him looked out the window.

The latter shook his head and the interrogator pointed his finger at a nearby helicopter, "They were looking for the two pilots on the Boeing 747. ”

“We searched the entire plane, but we never found the pilot. ”

“Pilot's gone?” Director Inner South Bonner was unusually shocked.

When the plane landed, he fell into the cabin, waiting for him to slow down a little and greet him with another cold rifle butt.

Once again, the man had been locked in a sealed warehouse, and he had no idea what had happened during that time.

Immediately, Director Neinan Bonner laughed coldly.

Who are they putting up such a big battle for, for the news media or for the official United States?

Could it have landed in Russia, if they hadn't joined the two pilots in a conspiracy?

Now the pilot is "missing”.

hehehe

The plane landed less than 10 minutes later, and Russian heavy soldiers surrounded it, and even if the two pilots had wings, they would never fly out of their search circles.

What an interesting “disappearance”.