Chapter 1198

"We tracked down one of the planes!"

Michelle's good news was a little unresponsive.

Qin Fei could hardly believe what he heard.

After all, Kawasaki longyi personally came to the scene to command. This guy with superior IQ actually made such low-level mistakes under the careful arrangement of fan Tianlong?

This can not but be said to be a strange thing.

"Is that true?! which plane is it?"

Qin Fei was sitting on the ground. When he heard Michelle's news, the whole person almost bounced up.

"It's one of the li-2pg passenger and cargo planes," Michelle said.

Mister looked at Qin Fei in surprise. He suddenly exclaimed, "Qin! It's the one you shot!"

"Crashed?" Qin Fei was worried.

I shot the transport plane here because it was deserted, but once the plane left here, many things were uncertain.

In case of falling in a populated area, it is bound to cause casualties, but he has become an indirect murderer.

"No, the plane landed normally," Michelle said, "Before, in order to track these six aircraft, we took off an e-3c early warning aircraft from the Jeddah Air Force Base of country s and asked it to scan the entire Gulf of Aden and the hinterland of Central Africa, but we found nothing. But just more than ten minutes ago, an agent in the Democratic Republic of the Congo sent back a message saying that a plane landed at a local airstrip, but There was no fuel there, so someone paid a lot of money to look for a tanker that could refuel the plane. According to the photos he took, it was the li-2pg transport plane that had landed here. "

"Land in the Democratic Republic of the Congo?" Qin Fei was puzzled.

The reason is that the li-2pg transport plane has a range of 2650 kilometers. It is said that it will never land near Somalia, such as the Democratic Republic of the Congo.

Even in order to avoid air surveillance and deliberately land early, it is impossible to find refueling vehicles and aviation fuel locally. After all, the current situation in the Democratic Republic of the Congo is not stable, and it is not easy to find a vehicle of aviation fuel for aircraft there.

"Qin, I think you really hit its fuel tank. Although you didn't shoot it down, it caused oil leakage." Mister immediately insight into the truth of the matter: "so they flew over the Democratic Republic of the Congo and found that their fuel meter had dropped badly and were forced to drop locally."

"Reasonable." Qin Fei touched his chin and couldn't help smiling.

This is just like inadvertently inserting willows into the shade. His hopeless three shots made a li-2pg transport plane disrupt the original flight route.

It is precisely because of this that the horse's feet are exposed.

If he didn't fire those three shots, maybe the plane could effectively avoid the air reconnaissance of mi17 according to the flight route customized in advance, so as to disappear into the vast sky.

"Major! That's the only clue!" Qin Fei knew. This may be the only clue for himself and MI17 to trace the storage points of the XS gel explosive.

Track one box, then you can track the other five boxes!

"We must seize this opportunity!"

"Don't worry, I've ordered our people to install a tracker on the plane anyway, so that no matter where it flies, it can't escape our surveillance." Michelle said. "In addition, our people have dressed up as local oil dealers to provide fuel for them. Taking this opportunity, we can adjust the flight direction of ec-3 and let it keep an eye on the li-2pg."

"Good!"

Seeing hope, Qin Fei suddenly came to the spirit.

……

The Democratic Republic of the Congo, near the northern border, is a small town adjacent to Bangui in Central Africa.

Osberev hurried down from the plane. He had just checked the oil pipe on the nose, because it was the place where the oil circuit of the whole plane was most prone to aging. Originally, he thought it was the old transport plane that leaked oil due to failure, resulting in insufficient fuel.

Before departure, osberev and Yakov found that the oil pipe under the nose was aging, but there was no oil leakage. In the end, they didn't replace the oil pipe.

This is not to save money.

After all, the fee for this flight was very generous, enough for both of them to have a luxury.

However, due to the tight scheduled flight time, the airport maintenance department responsible for maintenance and inspection happens to have no ready-made oil pipes for li-2pg aircraft.

This model of aircraft has been grounded for a long time, and there is no other way to customize the parts, dismantle the old and make up the new, so it takes a week.

However, the time to go out of the task was three days later, and it was too late.

Osberev doesn't want to lose this business. This is the biggest list he has taken in his life.

Therefore, it is not a problem for the pilot to say that the plane is in good condition and fly tens of thousands of kilometers without telling his employer.

Now the oil is falling rapidly. Osberev knows that it is an oil leak. The first thing he suspects is that part.

As a result, he found that he had made a mistake.

The oil pipe at the bottom of the nose is almost intact without any damage. Although it is a little old, it is still very strong and durable.

This made him confused.

"Yakov! It's strange. There's no problem with the oil circuit!"

He shouted at Yakov standing under the plane, "go to the fuel tank and see if there is a perforation?"

Now the oil pipe on the oil circuit is intact, and the only thing you can doubt is the oil tank.

The fuel tank has also been checked before, and there is no problem. Except for a little old, the things are still very porcelain.

Yakov took off his flying hat and wiped the tip of his sweating nose - it was too hot here. They were wearing flying clothes and felt dizzy in the fierce sun.

Maozi is not afraid of cold, but he is afraid of heat.

When he reached the mailbox and approached, Yakov asked about the smell of fuel.

However, his nose was always dull. He drank too much vodka and smoked too many inferior cigarettes. He even wondered if he smelled the wrong smell.

Yankov came to the bottom of the tail of the plane. Before he looked up, a pungent liquid dropped on his forehead.

Holding out his hand, Yakov touched the place in the liquid drop and touched something slightly greasy.

He withdrew his hand and put it under his nostrils. When he smelled it, he was stunned.

Looking up, three neat bullet holes were scattered in the shape of pin in the front of the aircraft's tail near the wing, where the mailbox was located.

There were several wet marks on the outer skin of the transport plane, which were left by oil leakage.

"Hey! I found the oil leak!"

Yakov squinted and circled the plane's fuel tank twice, like a proud child.

"What?"

"Oil tank! Oil leak!" Yakov repeated his previous words, deliberately aggravating his tone.