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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter Eighty Nine"

weight="139917"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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In the quiet and dark conference room, a silver-haired Mr. Renner stood by the door, looking down at his students coldly. Because of his old age, his back inevitably rickets a little, but his unrelenting momentum makes him feel full of presence. After a long time, he sneered and walked in.

"Do you think you can swallow it alone."

Zhuo Huan's hand rested gently on the long table, and a black Montblanc pen was rolled between his fingers. He looked up at the old man, and Thor Reiner stopped when he walked across the long table. Instead of sitting down, he looked down at him from top to bottom, and asked such a sentence.

Zhuo Huan smiled: "I thought? Yes, of course."

Mr. Reiner also laughed: "Although the federal law is stupid, it is not so stupid. I used to think that the stupidest thing in the world is the federal law, but Reid, it's a pity, I didn't expect you to be stupid than it."

Zhuo Huan: "So?"

Rainer: "The NTSB has the right to investigate any major air crashes in the U.S. airspace, and the NTSB also has the right to investigate U.S. aircraft crashes anywhere in the world. Didn't you see this information on the first day you entered the flight? "

Zhuo Huan: "Wow, so where are the people from NTSB."

Renner's face was cold, he called out Zhuo Huan's name word by word: "Reid·Irvin·Patrick."

Zhuo Huan: "Something?"

Reina: "You can't swallow this airplane alone!"

Zhuo Huan: "You are welcome to sue me in the Federal Court."

"You are not qualified to swallow it! It belongs to the United States, belongs to Rogue Aviation, belongs to McFly, but no matter who it belongs to, it cannot belong to you!"

"Why didn't you sue me?"

"You will be ruined!"

"Why didn't you sue me?"

"You are hopelessly stupid, I will ask you again, when will you hand it over?"

"Then why don't you sue me?"

Thor Reiner glared at him, and he patted the table vigorously, and the entire conference table trembled. He pointed at Zhuo Huan with his finger and said viciously: "Yes, of course it will sue you. NTSB has contacted Rogue Airways and is going to sue you. Everyone is going to sue you, and Mai Fei will also provide evidence to the court as a witness. In court, this plane will belong to us, and you will lose the case and have nothing!"

Zhuo Huan turned the pen's hand and stopped slowly, his eyes were cold and he looked at the furious old white man in front of him. The two looked at each other. In the next moment, like many times in the past, Zhuo Huan threw the pen on the table with a clatter, pushed aside the chair and stood up: "I will tell you, because it takes a lot of effort to sue me. It took a long time. In the past half month, the stock prices of McFly and Rogue Aviation have fallen by 8 points. Ten million people wrote to the White House asking for an immediate investigation of the Rogue 318 accident. They went to Washington. Parade in the square!"

"Of course you can sue me and a warm welcome. But do you know what I like most about capitalism?"

"I have money, so I can hire the best lawyer, and I can tell them what I want, so they will do everything for me for the money. Including delaying your court time, including finding ways to help me Seek benefits, including even if I lose the lawsuit, you can compensate me with a large sum of money for the salvage expenses of the aircraft and double the compensation."

Fingers were placed on the icy tabletop, the fingertips were poking white, Zhuo Huan calmly and calmly looked at the old man in front of him.

Zhuo Huan said word by word: "Begging for someone requires an attitude of begging. It's not that I begged NTSB, nor was I begging Mai Fei, nor was I begging Roger..."

"You are begging me, now I own this plane."

"Tor Rainer, did you see the temporary sign at the door when you walked in? Do you need me to read the letters on it? It's called—"

"U-A-A-G!"

The two stared at each other fiercely, and neither of them bowed their heads.

At the door of the meeting room, Lina held her forehead with a headache, but couldn't get in and interrupt them.

No one knows how long it took, in such an awkward and rigid atmosphere, after all, someone spoke first. Mr. Reiner slowly squeezed his fingers. He rolled his head angrily and lowered his voice: "Is that how you talk to me?"

After a long period of silence, Zhuo Huan's gentle voice sounded: "Sorry."

Reina snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves and left: "You are fine, you have grown up."

When he left, the door slammed hard, and Zhuo Huan looked at his back with false eyes. For a long time, he sat on a chair, took out the cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette, and lit it with a click. In the curling white smoke, Lina smiled and said: "Let's not take this as an example." Then he helped Zhuo Huan close the door of the meeting room.

Outside the door of the meeting room, old Joseph and Su Fei have been listening to the corner.

After Thor Reiner really left, the punk boy swallowed his saliva and asked cautiously: "What's the situation, RIP and the old man have been getting along like this?"

Lina laughed: "I don't know."

Su Fei scratched his head: "The way rich people communicate is really incomprehensible. Eh Lina, where are you going."

Lina: "Contact NTSB and Mai Fei."

Old Joseph was surprised: "Why do you contact them?"

Lina smiled slightly: "Go talk about cooperation. Didn't Reid just reach an agreement with Uncle Rainer, are you sure you want to start cooperation?"

Old Joseph and Su Fei: "......???"

Are you sure we heard the same quarrel? !

When Lina left the temporary headquarters, Fucheng had just returned from the salvage scene. In the cold December winter, it is colder on land than in the sea. He has changed into a light-colored sweater. We greeted Lina, Fucheng walked over, thought for a while, and asked, "What are you doing at the door? Why don't you go in. Why is the door closed?"

Su Fei winked at Fu Cheng frantically.

Old Joseph winked and said, "Reid is alone in it."

Fucheng: "A person?"

Old Joseph: "He seems to be in a bad mood, Fu, are you going to coax?"

Su Fei just remembered: "Yeah, aren't you in love? Brother Fu, please go in and coax."

Fucheng: "..."

After persuading Su Fei and Old Joseph who wanted to watch the excitement, Fucheng opened the door of the meeting room and planned to go in and ask Zhuo Huan what's going on. The door was gently pushed open a slit, and a faint light penetrated through the narrow gap. Suddenly a sentence flashed in Fucheng's heart, "Only one light was turned on?", the next moment, he was grabbed by his wrist pushing the door.

Without a little time to react, he was pulled by the wrist, forced into the room, and pressed against the wall.

With a bang, Zhuo Huan stretched his foot and closed the door rudely.

The man's kiss fell in the next second, Fucheng closed his eyes, put his hand around his neck, opened his lips, and stretched out his tongue to kiss back. In the quiet and dim room, there were ambiguous tuts of saliva, and lips and tongues licked each other, accompanied by increasingly heavy breathing. Zhuo Huan's hand reached directly from the hem of the sweater, Fucheng took his hand, turned his head to avoid his kiss, and said dumbly, "Don't."

Several people were walking and talking in the corridor outside the door.

Zhuo Huan looked at Fucheng steadily. After a while, he asked dissatisfiedly: "Why don't you come in after being outside for so long?"

Fucheng thought for a few seconds before he understood what he meant: "I have to let old Joseph and Su Fei leave first."

Zhuo Huan: "Oh, I waited for you for three minutes before you came in."

Fucheng: "..."

Zhuo Huan: "Do you know how to coax people when you are angry."

Fucheng raised his eyebrows: "Kiss you?"

Zhuo Huan curled up the corners of his mouth and laughed out a voice: "Fuck you."

Zhuo Huan lowered his head and gently kissed the young man's exposed neck. Fucheng didn't push him away either. He hugged this man by the waist and said lightly: "Then fuck me and the black box, you must choose one...who?"

Zhuo Huan's body suddenly froze, he raised his head: "Is the black box caught?"

Fucheng looked at him calmly, and after a while, he nodded gently.

Zhuo Huan: "Fuck!" He was about to open the door subconsciously.

Fucheng held down the doorknob: "I have chosen the black box."

Zhuo Huan looked up at him.

In the dimly lit room, young Junxiu's beautiful face was surrounded by a hazy light and shadow. He looked at himself quietly, his eyes slowly, and his voice quiet. Both of them knew in their hearts that this black box was so important that both of them were so important that they could even go bankrupt. However, Fucheng just asked such a question, with an extremely calm expression.

Zhuo Huan smiled, picked his chin, and kissed. He could hardly conceal his inner joy, and the kiss became stronger and stronger from the briskness at first. **, Eros, I want to rub this person into my own flesh and blood, I want to fuck him hard, listen to him gasping, listen to him crying uncontrollably.

This joy never belongs to one person.

It belongs to both of them.

Zhuo Huan: "Tonight."

Fucheng: "...Huh?"

Zhuo Huan: "Fuck, die, you."

Zhuo Huan strode out of the conference room. When he walked to the office area, Su Fei and the old Joseph had already known that the black box had been caught. The people from the salvage company carried the glass cabinet with the black box into the temporary headquarters, and Zhuo Huan carefully observed it, not missing any detail.

Zhuo Huan: "The damage is not serious from the outside." He turned his head, "Su Fei, take it to Los Angeles tomorrow."

Su Fei: "Ah, me? Wait, what are you going to do in Los Angeles."

Zhuo Huan: "Go to Maifei headquarters."

Su Fei's eyes widened: "Mai Fei headquarters? No, RIP, we have not cooperated with Mai Fei. You need me to remind you that half an hour ago, you had a big quarrel with Mai Fei’s current chief designer. They almost Didn't you beat you to death?"

Zhuo Huan: "If you let you go, you can go." At this time Lina also walked over. Zhuo Huan raised her head and said to her: "When you go to Mai Fei tomorrow, take him and the black box."

Su Fei: "???"

Lina responded with a smile: "Okay."

On December 8, 2021, the black box of Roger 318 was salvaged from the North Pacific Ocean and landed ashore.

On December 10, the NTSB officially established the Roger 318 investigation headquarters in Seattle. This UAAG-based investigation team has more than 500 elite investigators from NTSB, as well as technical support from McFly.

A week later, on December 17, UAAG officially announced that it had read all the data in the black box.

In the early hours of the morning, NTSB Deputy Director Andrew hurriedly rushed to Seattle by plane, and McFly Corp. also sent the relevant person in charge of the ground flight team. When Su Fei got off the plane, it was just seven o'clock in the morning. After ten days of busy work, he almost never closed his eyes. He has been at the Maifei headquarters together with Maifei technicians to analyze and read the data in the black box.

Walking down the gangway, with his feet on the ground, the punk boy raised his head and looked at the rising sun in the east. He subconsciously touched his earlobe, but he didn't touch his skull earrings. After thinking for a while, he remembered that when he was going to enter the laboratory, he took off all the metal from his body and put it in the suitcase. Including his earrings and necklace.

"Mr. Su, don't you go?"

Su Fei quickly recovered: "Ah, let's go."

One of Mai Fei's staff carried heavy black boxes, and the others carried copied data hard drives. As soon as they read all the data in the black box early this morning, they immediately sent a copy to the investigation headquarters. But they still brought the original data hard drive to prevent data loss.

Walking in the bright waterway building, the punk boy whispered: "Hey, today is my birthday, does anyone know."

However, no one noticed his words.

Back to the investigation headquarters, at ten o'clock in the morning, nearly a hundred senior investigators were summoned in the conference room.

The punk boy coughed twice and cleared his throat, and soon he straightened his face, and when he became serious, it looked a little like the same thing.

"First of all, I have to emphasize that there are a total of three black boxes installed on the McFly F485 wide-body aircraft. One of them is placed in the rear of the aircraft, and two are installed in the electronic equipment compartment under the cockpit. This time we found electronics.If there is no problem with one of the two black boxes in the equipment compartment, we will start to look at the data curve."

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