Seeing that a passenger claimed to be able to fly a plane, the flight attendant was overjoyed and inevitably doubted, but at this time there was no other way.

The first-class cabin was full of cries, and at this time, status and wealth could not play a role in the sky at all, and they could only face the sudden disaster with a panicked attitude like ordinary people.

Zhou Xun is the same, seeing that the flight attendant in front of her understands Chinese, she has no need to follow Gan Jing.

The cockpit may not be safe for the cabin, so Gan Jing asked Zhou Xun to go back and sit down, and let her put away the envelope with her last words written on it.

This trip, if unfortunate, is really the last word.

The flight attendant staggered to the cockpit with Gan Jing, and it was already a mess, a white man in uniform was trying to control the plane, but the injuries on his body made it difficult for him to do anything more.

"What's going on here?" asked Gan Jing in shock.

"Attack. The flight attendant, a white woman in her thirties, said in Chinese with a deep heart, "The priority now is to land the plane safely." ”

Gan Jing nodded, motioned for the flight attendant to help remove the subdued white man, and asked her to tell him that the plane was now taken over by herself.

The white man was seriously wounded, and gave an intermittent account of the voyage.

While being familiar with the equipment in the cockpit, Gan Jing listened to the flight attendant woman's translation and nodded again and again.

"We have arrived in the United States. ”

"We have connected the air traffic control center. ”

"We have re-identified our direction and are currently in the skies above the Empire State. ”

Gan Jing sat in the captain's seat, felt a strange familiarity in his body, and interrupted and asked, "Where is the Empire State?" There are many states in the United States, but he has never heard the name of such a state.

The flight attendant woman thought for a moment and said, "It's also called New York State." ”

Gan Jing has a question mark on his face, New York State?

"New York is here?"

"Below us, to be exact. The flight attendant showed tenacity and professionalism and replied very calmly.

This thought appeared in Gan Jing's mind for a moment, but then he thought that even if he drove seriously, it might still be the result of the plane crashing and killing people.

"Go on. "Gan Jing tried to activate the communication equipment and contact the air traffic control center so that the plane would not be shot down by a missile.

"We've got two options, LaGuardia Airport or Titerboro Airport. ”

"We are already losing heights. ”

"We've lost engine power. ”

Although Gan Jing has gained the ability to fly an airplane, it is the first time after all, and now after groping, he realizes a problem - the situation is not urgent, but very urgent!

"The engine stalled...... Lost momentum...... Loss height ......"

It's hellish difficulty, isn't it?

At this moment, a sound came from the communication system.

"A320, inform you, inform your... situation!"

Gan Jing checked the equipment and looked at the white clouds outside, like clumps of marshmallows.

The white pilot next to him was unconscious, leaving a corpse and two living people in the cockpit, and the flight attendant answering questions in English about the communication system.

After a while, there was obviously a different person in the communication, and the language was also switched to Chinese.

"Comrade, please glide to the Titboro Airport in New Jersey. Again, glide in the direction of Deterboro Airport. ”

Gan Jing has completely figured out the current situation at this moment, the plane has lost power, some equipment has failed, and the altitude has lost to 1,100 meters - normally, a long-route aircraft should fly between 8,000 and 12,600 meters.

The A320 is now carrying 180 lives and is losing power at an altitude of a thousand meters above the ground, which is literally like a bomb.

The sweat on Gan Jing's head had already fallen, and he listened to the words repeated in the communication system, and shouted: "It won't count!

Whether it is LaGuardia Airport mentioned earlier, or Deterboro Airport, which was required by air traffic control just now, it is difficult for the plane to glide to its destination.

And, more importantly, gliding from this altitude in the direction of both airports passes through densely populated urban areas.

According to the requirements of the air traffic control, Gan Jing quickly estimated in his heart, feeling that the current situation of the plane was probably a plane crash and death, and by the way, he would contribute to the cause of terrorism.

What to do?

There was another person in the communication system.

"What do you call it?" the voice was serious, also fluent in Chinese.

Gan Jinggang wanted to answer, but suddenly had an idea in his heart, this guy doesn't think he is a terrorist or something, right? If you think you can't do it, you can bomb yourself down with a missile?

This thought made his truth pinch out of his throat, and he thought for a second and said, "I am a special pilot of the 105th Division of the Huaxia Air Force. Time is of the essence, I have decided to make a crash landing now!"

Gan Jing's casually fabricated identity made the air traffic control center in an uproar, but now the situation is indeed urgent, and there are only two ways in front of the air traffic control center, either to fight down to avoid a repeat of the 911 incident, or to believe in this "special pilot"!

A minute later, the air traffic control center sent instructions: "Pilot Gan Jing, please! We are looking for a suitable position for forced landing!"

In this minute's time, the other side will know my name?

Gan Jing didn't know how they checked, but said lightly: "Don't look for it, I'm maneuvering the plane to glide to the forced landing position." ”

Nani: This "special pilot" has already made a decision to get into action?!

A group of foreigners in the air traffic control center looked at each other and could only ask where he had chosen.

"Hudson River!"

Crash landing on the Hudson River?

At this time, the foreigners not only looked at each other, but also collectively shocked.

Is this the daring of the masters, or the fearlessness of the ignorant?

Ignoring their thoughts, he sweated profusely as he steered the plane in the direction of the plane, all the while trying to start the flame-out engine to no avail.

Seeing that the altitude was getting lower and lower, Gan Jing wanted to use the aircraft radio to prepare passengers for escape, but found that the system was no longer usable.

"You, go and inform, crash landing and escape. Inform everyone. Gan Jing said to the female flight attendant who had been quiet next to her.

The flight attendant looked at the sweat on this yellow-skinned forehead, and suddenly stepped forward and kissed Gan Jing lightly on the face, and said, "May God bless us." With that, she hurried to inform the passengers and staff in the cabin.

At this moment, there was only an unconscious pilot in the cockpit, a corpse, and Gan Jing.

"Come on, come on! baby!come on!!"

The flight altitude is decreasing, 100 meters, 90 meters, 80 meters.

The flaps are unfurled, and the forced landing procedure begins.

70 meters, 60 meters!

The Hudison River could already be seen in front of him, and Gan Jing found that there was a different kind of beauty in sitting in the cockpit and seeing the surface of the river.

"Come on, come on!"

Gan Jing's roar was transmitted to the air traffic control center through the communication system, and everyone listened to his voice, and their palms were sweaty.

"God bless!Buddha bless!Bodhisattva bless!come!!"

The last roar was drowned out with a loud bang.