Chapter 83 Chapter 81

The "Falconer" aircraft finally approached the airport. Simon Edwards, a reception officer at Biggin Hill Airport, walked up and down the control tower, looking nervously at the rain-soaked runway.He never liked being woken up early on a Saturday morning, but it was particularly off-putting that he should be put in charge of arresting a client who would do him a lot of good.Sir Leigh Teabing not only paid Biggin Hill a lot of money for his private hangar, but he always had to pay them a "landing fee" every time he flew in or out.The airport will give him advance notice of his flight schedule so that when he arrives he can stick to the agreed protocol.Teabing appreciated that.His custom-made Jaguar stretch limousine parked in the hangar was always fully varnished and polished, and the day's London Times was kept in the backseat of his car.A customs officer will be waiting for him in the hangar to check his entry documents and luggage.From time to time, the customs officers here get a large tip from Teabing, in exchange for the harmless organic chemicals he brought in from other places-most of them are luxury foods, such as French edible snails, especially suitable for food. Raw Roquefort cheese, which is edible but not yet processed, and some fruit - turn a blind eye.Anyway, some of the customs laws are ridiculous in themselves, and if Biggin Hill Airport doesn't provide convenience to customers, there must be other airports to compete with it.Biggin Hill Airport fulfilled Teabing's demands and got something in return from him.

When Edwards saw the plane, his nerves tensed.He wondered if Teabing's benevolent nature had somehow gotten him into trouble.The French authorities seemed intent on boycotting him.But no one has yet told him what crime he was charged with.They're clearly taking it too seriously, though.Kent Police, at the request of the French authorities, ordered the flight dispatcher at Biggin Hill Airport to radio the pilot of the Falconer, ordering him to drive the plane directly to the airport's air terminal instead of the customer's private hangar .And the pilot didn't even have any objection, obviously he believed in the so-called leak that he couldn't catch in eight lifetimes.

Although the British police were usually unarmed, the seriousness of the situation forced them to form a heavily armed ranger.At this moment, eight policemen with live ammunition were standing in the waiting room of the airport, waiting for the arrival of the plane.As soon as the plane lands, the airport staff will run over and drive chocks under the plane's tires so that the plane cannot move.Then the police would be dispatched, and the people on board would be arrested, waiting for the French police to come and control the situation. The "Falconer" was already very close to the ground at this time, and its starboard side flew quickly over the treetops.Simon Edwards came downstairs and stood at the level of the tarmac watching the landing.The Kent Police are ready to go, but are hiding it for now.And the maintenance worker was already waiting by the side with a wedge.Outside the runway, the front end of the "Falconer" tilted up, and as soon as the plane's tires touched the ground, a puff of blue smoke came out.The plane gradually slowed down and flew from right to left in front of the air terminal. Its silver fuselage shone coldly in this cold morning.However, the plane did not stop and enter the air terminal, but taxied calmly along the runway of the airport, and continued towards Teabing's private hangar in the distance.

All the police surrounded Edwards and stared at him: "We thought the pilot agreed to drive the plane to the air terminal." Edwards looked blank: "He said so." Soon, Edwards was wrapped into the police car, and then the police car sped across the tarmac to the distant hangar.The police convoy was still five hundred yards away, and Teabing's Falconer had slid smoothly into the private hangar and disappeared.All the police cars finally came to the hangar and slammed to a stop in front of the open door, the police officers drew their guns and swarmed out of the cars. Edwards also jumped out.

The sound was deafening. Although the propeller plane that had been parked in the hangar had stopped spinning, the engine was still making earth-shattering noises. The fuselage of the "Falconer" was facing outwards to take off again. The plane made a 180-degree turn, and then wobbled towards the front of the hangar.Edwards saw the driver's face, and he showed a look of surprise and horror.Surrounded by so many police cars, such a reaction is completely understandable. The pilot finally stopped the plane and turned down the sound of the engine.The police swarmed and took up positions around the plane.Edwards followed the prosecutor from Kent Police Station cautiously towards the hatch of the plane.After a few seconds, the door of the cabin opened with a bang.Ray Teabing appeared at the hatch, and the electric gangway of the plane was lowered smoothly.Leaning on his crutches, he stared at the countless guns aimed at him outside.He scratched his head and said, "Simon, when I was away, did you win the lottery of the police?" In his tone, there was more confusion than concern.

Edwards stepped forward, and he swallowed the mist in his throat. "Good morning, sir, I apologize for the confusion. We had a spill and your pilot agreed to take the plane to the air terminal." "Yeah yeah, but I made him come here. I'm running late for an appointment. I paid for the hangar, but you're being too careful to talk nonsense about avoiding oil pump leaks Go." "Sir, I'm afraid you came here this time when we were not prepared." "I know that. I didn't make this trip arrangement. I think the relationship between you and me really needs to be dealt with with a new prescription. I thought I came here to recuperate."

The policemen exchanged glances with each other.Edwards blinked and said, "Very well, sir." The Kent prosecutor came forward and said: "I'm afraid you'll have to wait another half hour or so on the plane." Teabing was unmoved. He staggered down the gangway. "That's impossible. I already have an appointment with the doctor." He came to the tarmac and said, "I can't afford to miss the appointment." The prosecutor stood up again and blocked Teabing's path, preventing him from disembarking from the plane. "I came here on the orders of the French police. They said that there are fugitives who are still at large in your plane." Teabing reproached the prosecutor of the Kent police for a long time, and suddenly laughed: "You Isn't it playing a black box game? It's so interesting!"

The prosecutor did not back down: "Sir, I am serious. The French police said that there may be a hostage on your plane." The servant Remy appeared in the hatch at the top of the gangway. "I really want to find a hostage to work for Sir Ray, but he assured me that I can go anytime." Remy looked at his watch. "Sir, we're really going to be late." He nodded to the Jaguar limousine in the far corner of the hangar.This huge car is completely black, the windows are gray and black, and the tires are white. "I'll get the car over here." Remy started walking down the gangway. "We can't let you go," said the prosecutor. "You two, please go back. The French police will be here in a moment."

Teabing then looked at Simon Edwards. "Simon, for God's sake, this is ridiculous! There was no one else on the plane. Just Remy, the pilot, and me, as usual. Maybe you Can be a middleman. You go on the plane and see if there is anyone else." Edwards felt out of control. "Yes, sir, I'll go and see." "Look at your head!" the chief of the Kent Police Department yelled loudly. Obviously he had heard about the incident at Bee King Hill Airport, so he suspected that Simon Edwards might be lying in order to keep a client like Teabing, and continued. Interchange with Biggin Hill Airport. "I'll go by myself." Teabing shook his head. "You can't, sir. This is private property. If you don't have a search warrant, I think you'd better just sit back and go. Here, too, I'll give you a chance to make sense. I only allow Mr. Edwards to go up there." Go check."

"You have a good idea!" Teabing's expression immediately turned cold: "Sir, I don't think I have time to play tricks with you. I'm already late for my doctor's appointment, and I have to go. If you insist on stopping, shoot me." As Teabing said, he and Remy bypassed the officer, walked through the hangar, and walked towards the limousine parked in the corner. The chief of the Kent Police Department watched Teabing stagger past him defiantly, and couldn't help feeling an indescribable disgust for the man.People from the privileged class always feel that they are above the law.But they can't.The officer turned around and aimed at Teabing's back. "Stop! Or I'm going to shoot."

"Then you can drive." Teabing continued to stride forward without looking back. "My lawyer's going to chop up the bottom of you and cook it for breakfast. If you're going to get on my plane without a search warrant, you're getting tired of living." Pretending to scare anyone.The prosecutor at the police station was unmoved.Although Teabing was right in terms of normal legal procedures, the police must have a certificate to board his plane, but since the origin of the flight was in France, and Bezu Fa Hee had given him such powers, so the chief of the Kent police station was confident that if he could find what Teabing seemed to have deliberately hidden on the plane, his life would be much easier in the future. "Stop them." He ordered loudly, "I'll go to the plane and have a look." His subordinates ran over immediately, aimed their guns at Teabing and Remy, and blocked their way to the car with their bodies. Teabing turned around. "Sir, I'm warning you for the last time. You'd better not even think about getting on my plane. Otherwise, you'll regret it." However, the officer ignored him. He clung to the handrail and climbed up the gangway of the plane.He came to the hatch and glanced in.After a while, he walked into the cabin.What the hell did he see? Only the pilot was curled up in the cockpit of the plane with a face full of fear. Apart from that, the whole plane was empty, and there was not even a person.He did a quick search in the bathroom, among the chairs, and in the luggage area, but found nothing - let alone anyone.What was Captain Bezu Fache thinking?Ray Teabing didn't seem to be lying. The prosecutor of the Kent Police Department stood alone in the empty cabin, desperately swallowing a few breaths.Oh shit!He returned to the gangway with a blushing face, and stared intently at Teabing and his servant on the opposite side.At this time, they were standing near the luxury car, under the threat of gunpoint. "Let them go." The officer ordered: "We have received wrong information." Even though it was so far away, Teabing's eyes still made people shudder: "My lawyer will call you. In addition, you should never trust the French police casually again." Teabing's servant opened the door He opened the back door of an extended luxury car, helped the lame owner to sit on the chair behind the car, then walked to the front of the car, got in next to the wheel, and started the motor.The police dispersed in a hurry, and the "Jaguar" rushed out of the hangar at high speed. "Dude, the acting is awesome!" Teabing yelled happily from behind the car when the car sped up and left the airport.He turned his head again, looked at the blurry front in the huge car, and asked, "Everyone, do you feel comfortable?" Langdon nodded feebly.He and Sophie were still curled up on the ground, the bound and gagged albino lying next to them. Earlier, when the Falconer pulled into the empty hangar, Remy had opened the hatch before the plane had even come to a stop midway through a turn.As the police followed, Langdon and Sophie dragged the friar down the gangway.He quickly hid behind the car and disappeared.Then the plane's engine sounded earth-shattering again. By the time the police car arrived at the parking garage, the plane had already turned 180 degrees. At this moment, the limousine was speeding towards Kent. Langdon and Sophie climbed behind the car and threw the bound monk to the ground.They found a bench facing Teabing and sat down.The British guy smiled at them slyly, opened the cabinet of the bar in the car, and said to them: "Do you two want to drink some drinks, such as Seltzer mineral water, or have some biscuits, potato chips, nuts or something? " Sophie and Langdon shook their heads together. Teabing grinned and closed the cupboard: "Alright then, let's start studying the knight's tomb..."