In the command room of the airport in the United Kingdom London, Slater's pitiful voice echoed in the hall, making everyone break into a cold sweat. Everyone was worried for the passengers on the plane, and they couldn't help but feel a wave of sympathy. The white man grinned and said, "Dear Prime Minister, you must have heard the voices of your people, right? How does it feel? Also, I'll give you some good news, there are over two hundred British people on the plane, you won't just leave them alone, will you?"
"You..." Blair was so infuriated by the other's tactics that he snapped, gritting his teeth, "Release the people, I agree to your conditions!"
"Hehe, I'm not listening to you now. This plane is mine to borrow for a while. You need to immediately fulfill the three demands I made. Once all three are met, I'll let all your people go!" The white man showed a sinister smile, and with that, he cut off the phone communication.
