Monster Factory - 1109

In a vacant dangerous goods warehouse at the Yamsk ballistic missile test base, Director Nenambona, and other Boeing 747 passengers, are detained here.

This vacant dangerous goods warehouse is not airtight, and the only gate that connects to the outside world is explosion-proof.

The crew was held in solitary confinement.

Director Nenan Bona was lying on the concrete floor with all four feet upside down, half of his face swollen.

In normal times, the director Nénan Bona didn’t mention injuries, even if he stumbled while walking, there would be a lot of people around him.

It’s a pity that no one dares to move a bit now.

Their hands were bound by plastic strapping ropes, and their mouths were taped to prevent collusion. Not to mention, there was a soldier holding an assault rifle in front of them, looking at them with angry eyes.

Even if they even made eye contact, they would get a rough kick from the soldier.

In the huge sealed warehouse, two interrogation offices were temporarily set up.

The interrogation office was less than 20 meters away from the detainees, and they couldn’t hear what the soldiers with cannibalistic expressions were asking. But they could hear the screams of the two people who were taken in.

Ten minutes later, the two who went first were picked up by the soldiers.

The clothes of the two were intact, and there were no scars on their arms, but the expressions on their faces were like survivors who had just waded through the minefield for the rest of their lives.

The two soldiers scanned the crowd with their gazes, and those who were skipped by their gazes shivered like a quail.

Two more reporters were framed, and then roughly tore the tape on their mouths.

“Let go of me, I am a reporter, and your actions have violated the law.”

“I am an American, and I request to contact the embassy and my company.”

“Ah~Help, what do you want to do?”

When the two men were dragged out and thrown on the ground, the soldiers came in front of the director Neenambona.

Through the interrogation, they already knew who was the protagonist in this Boeing 747.

When Chief Nenan Bona was taken into the interrogation room, the interrogator had been changed from a captain to the current school officer.

The school officer’s interrogator was silent, flipping through the documents in front of the table.

The documents are all confiscated from the plane, with their passports, work permits, and press cards. After checking the documents through Russian channels, none was found suspicious.

The school official was holding the passport of the director Nerambona, and his eyes moved back and forth on him and his documents. Although Nenambona’s face was smashed with a gun butt and it was severely swollen, he could still tell that he was indeed the person in the photo.

The school official interrogator asked in English: “Name.”

“Adeline Nenambona.” The commissioner Nenambona, who was pressed on the seat, raised his head, his voice hoarse.

“The purpose of coming here.”

“Haha~” Director Nenan Bona sneered coldly, not knowing whether it was a stiff mouth, or from the attitude of the other party, they found out that his identity had been figured out by them, and he felt confident.

“Go straight to the subject, you guys have worked so hard to hijack this plane to Russia. Please tell me what you want.”

“Mr. Secretary, I should ask you this question.” The interrogator squeezed his eyebrows, and hesitated a little: “Before we start the dialogue, you must answer the following questions.”

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

“Just ask.”

“In 2011, when you were the director of the New Jersey State Social Relief Bureau, did you ever visit us in Russia?”

“Of course~” It was the first time that Director Nenambona set foot on Russia. He nodded and said without hesitation: “At that time, I was not only the Director of the Relief Bureau, but also a member of the UN Economic and Social Council, and the main responsible member. Work on domestic social health security.”

The interrogator looked at a document in front of the table and asked: “The time of the visit to Russia, and the list of other personnel.”

“The time is November, and the specific date cannot be recalled. With me, Miss Daria, one of your Russian directors, Mr. Lifai, Deputy Secretary-General of the World Tourism Organization, and two other liaisons… ”

“After you arrived in Russia, Miss Daria, the Russian director, did you invite you to be a guest at her home?”

“Have.”

“Can you recall, the decoration and layout of his home?” The interrogator turned to the face-to-face page.

Even if he has already used his passport, work permit, and his physical appearance in advance, it can prove that the injured man in front of him is the director of the US Social Security Administration himself.

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

A dignified director of the US Social Security Administration visited those small countries and the other party must solemnly receive people from all over the country.

Suddenly took a “stealth” Boeing 747 and flew to Russia’s most heavily guarded ballistic missile testing base.

This matter is important and must be verified 100%. He is really the director Nenan Bona.

The director Nerambona rubbed half of his swollen cheek, and began to recall the details of his original visit as much as possible.

When he visited Russia with the United Nations, there was no news report. Miss Daria, the beautiful Russian director, only invited him home as a guest.

The more answers to these non-public details, the more he can take the initiative.

“last question.”

“The night before parting, where did you and Miss Dalia go, and what happened.”

“This…” Director Nenan Bona showed hesitation.

…

The interrogator closed the information.

After careful questioning, he has completely determined the identity of the director Nenan Bona.

Director Nenambona was relieved of all restraints. Someone prepared clean clothes for him, and two military doctors in white coats with medicine boxes in their hands came over to clean up the wounds on his face.

After the simple dressing, Director Nenan Bona was “invited” to a military vehicle.

Director Nenan Bona didn’t know where he was going to be taken, but through the car window, he could see a post ten meters on each side of the road, and a helicopter with searchlights flying over his head from time to time.

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

The latter shook his head, and the interrogator pointed to a nearby helicopter, “They are looking for the two pilots on the Boeing 747.”

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

“The pilot is gone?” Director Nenan Bona was shocked.

When the plane landed, he was thrown into the passenger cabin. When he slowed down a little, he was greeted by another icy butt.

Opening his eyes again, the man has been locked in a sealed warehouse, and he has no way of knowing what happened during the period.

Immediately, the director Nenan Bona sneered.

Who do they show such a big battle? Is it to the news media or to the U.S. government?

The plane can land in Russia. Isn’t it a conspiracy they united with the two pilots?

Now the pilot is “missing”.

Haha~

Less than ten minutes after the plane landed, heavy Russian troops surrounded them. Even if the two pilots had wings, they never wanted to fly out of their search circle.

What an intriguing “missing”.