Chapter 47: Who's Going to Fly a Plane
"If it's just an oil leak, the plane won't crash yet, and the captain just said that there are still ten minutes to land, and you can land at Kyoto Airport, even if there is an oil leak, the plane should be able to hold up to the airport, as long as the broken engine doesn't ignite the leaking oil. ”
"It's on, the wings are on fire. ”
As soon as Fan Chen's words fell, a passenger hurriedly pointed out the window.
"Dead Fan Chen, you crow's mouth. ”
Liu Xian'er saw that the leaking oil was really ignited by the broken engine, and couldn't help but scold.
"Do you think that's the worst? No, I dare say, the auxiliary engine of the left wing will catch fire in the next second. ”
Fan Chen continued his crow's mouth, no, he continued his speculation.
"Boom!"
As if to verify Fan Chen's words, the auxiliary engine on the left wing suddenly burst into flames, and the plane shook violently again.
"Ahh
Screams came from other cabins.
"Dead Fan Chen, you shut up for me, I'm afraid of this, you're still cursing the plane. ”
Liu Xian'er wanted to kill Fan Chen.
"Why am I just cursing the plane, it's just a little common sense, right?"
was detained with the name of the cursed plane for no reason, Fan Chen was depressed!
"Common sense, you big-headed ghost, who would have such common sense in ordinary people, wait, why don't you seem to be nervous at all, aren't you afraid of a plane crash?"
Liu Xian'er realized that from beginning to end, she didn't see any nervousness in Fan Chen, which was too abnormal.
"What's there to be afraid of, you can't kill me. ”
In fact, cultivators who have cultivated to the ninth level can rely on the true qi in their bodies to make a short flight.
Of course, the true qi in Fan Chen's body now was only comparable to that of a fourth-level cultivator, and there was no way to support him to fly.
But his physical body is comparable to the ninth level, if this plane really crashes, as long as he jumps from the plane at a certain altitude, he will not be able to fall to his death.
"Can you keep me safe?"
Liu Xian'er is more concerned about this.
"Yes, I'm your bodyguard, I promised your grandmother to keep you safe, don't worry, as long as I'm not dead, you'll be fine. ”
It is precisely because he is confident that he can keep himself and Liu Xian'er safe that Fan Chen will behave so calmly.
"Fan Chen, thank you. ”
Suddenly, Fan Chen's image became tall in Liu Xian'er's heart.
"Thank you no need, if you really want to thank me, you can give me a thank you gift. ”
Fan Chen rubbed his two fingers and looked at Liu Xian'er with a smile on his face.
"Die, I think you're in the eyes of money. ”
Fan Chen's originally tall image collapsed in Liu Xian'er's heart in an instant.
"Money is a good thing, who won't be too little, how about it, looking at the way you thank me so much, can you give me 10 million?"
"No, a thousand, a few hundred, do you want it?"
Let Fan Chen make such a fuss, the insecurity in Liu Xian'er's heart is gone, and she even forgot that the wings are still on fire.
"Yes, a hair is also love!"
"Sir, please go back to your seats and sit down, it is dangerous for you to walk around like this. ”
At this time, three or four men walked into the first-class cabin from the business class, followed by a flight attendant with an anxious face.
"Dangerous fart, this plane is on fire, it's about to crash, what other danger is not dangerous?"
A man yelled as he rummaged through the first-class cabin.
"Just, hurry up and hand over the parachute, we're going to jump out of the plane, we don't want to sit here and die. ”
Another man spoke.
"There is no parachute on the plane, sir, and please believe me. ”
The flight attendant who followed explained that she didn't lie to these men, and the plane really didn't have a parachute.
After all, not everyone can use a parachute, and those who can't use a parachute use a parachute to escape, and those who haven't sat on the plane have a high chance of surviving!
"There is no Nima, get out, there must be a parachute in the first class. ”
A man pushed the flight attendant to the ground and forcibly tried to open the luggage rack.
The stewardess in the first class, seeing this scene, informed the captain of the incident through the intercom, untied the safety and took it over, and said to the three men, "Three gentlemen, please hurry back to your seats, you are very dangerous like this." ”
"Damn, this first-class flight attendant is really prettier than the economy class flight attendant we are in. ”
After a man scolded, he said viciously, "Hurry up and hand over the parachute, or Lao Tzu will kill you." ”
As soon as the man finished speaking, the plane suddenly rolled over.
Fan Chen, who was closest to the stewardess in the first class, grabbed her with a quick hand.
Si Xilei also hugged another flight attendant who had just gotten up from the ground at this moment.
The three men were not so lucky, they had no help and no seat belts to protect them, and in an instant they rolled along with the plane, constantly hitting the wall.
It was just three rolls, and the three men were knocked unconscious.
And the plane only stabilized again when it flipped over for the fifth time.
Many people on the plane vomited because of the rolling, and the oxygen masks fell off.
"Thank you, sir, for saving me. ”
The stewardess who was held by Fan Chen glanced at the three men who didn't know whether they were dead or alive, and thanked Fan Chen, without Fan Chen, her fate would not be lighter than those three men.
"It's okay, you can go back and fasten your seatbelts!"
Fan Chen let go of the flight attendant and said.
"Thank you, sir, Xiaozhu, hurry up and help, help them to the empty seats and fasten their seat belts. ”
The stewardess thanked Fan Chen again, but she did not walk back to her seat as soon as possible, but beckoned to the stewardess who was rescued by Si Xilei, intending to help the three men to the empty seat.
"These three people don't care what they do, let them die. ”
A passenger couldn't help but speak.
"Xiaoling, hurry up and come over and help. ”
At this time, the co-pilot ran out of the cab and hurriedly said to the first-class flight attendant.
"Okay, co-pilot, Xiaozhu, they'll hand it over to you first. ”
The first-class stewardess confessed, and followed the co-pilot into the control room.
It didn't take long for her to walk out again, and after hesitating, she said to the people in the first class, "Excuse me, do any of you know how to fly?"
The stewardess's words made everyone in the first class have a bad feeling.
One of the passengers couldn't help but say, "Beauty, what do you mean, don't tell me, captain he has an accident?"
"The captain had an accident in the tumbling he just had, and now the co-pilot is coming to fly the plane, but he needs an assistant, any of you who have been in contact with the plane, can you come out and help?"
It turned out that the flight attendant had just informed the captain that when there were three men making trouble in the first class, the captain was going to come out to take a look, but who knows, as soon as he unbuckled his seat belt and stood up, the plane suddenly rolled uncontrollably.
The captain hit his neck on the chair during the rollover, and his neck bone was broken and he died.