Chapter 261: A Touching Ending, Mutual Restraint of Planes and Birds
Although Saint did not say clearly what the so-called "reclaiming power" was, Nick Fury, who had an ominous premonition in his heart, still mentioned twelve points of caution, and originally planned to pick out one or two of the fifteen mutants who gave up their abilities to do ideological work, but they also dispelled it.
And these mutants who didn't plan to join S.H.I.E.L.D., collectively went through a series of procedures to regain their freedom and return to society, and the people who personally caused and witnessed all this happened were also left the Trident building of S.H.I.E.L.D. and returned to the second floor of Lee's Chinese Restaurant.
Because Shengte actually noticed early in the morning that the expressions of the three sisters Lorna and Cuckoo were a little complicated, and when they were in S.H.I.E.L.D. before, there were many people, so it was inconvenient to ask, and after returning home, they naturally had no scruples: "What?" Are you guys not happy with this ending? β
"Not really."
Lorna took the lead in shaking her head and answered Insente's question: "It's just a little emotional, before I went, I didn't expect that there would be so many people who would choose to give up their mutant abilities." β
"It's normal."
Insaint shrugged his shoulders: "I teach you to be angry...... Cough! Didn't you think the same thing before you met me? β
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Lorna reminisced wordlessly, and nodded slightly: "Indeed...... That feeling of being scared all day long, afraid that your abilities will get out of control, is really terrible......"
"Don't think too much, there's nothing wrong with them being ordinary people, at least they don't have to ......"
"But we're not ordinary people, they're just pretending."
In the middle of Sainte's words of comfort to Lorna, she was interrupted by the harmony of the three cuckoo sisters: "This is not true. β
"That's their choice, isn't it?"
Insainte turned around and shrugged his shoulders on the other side: "As for whether the choice is right or wrong, it should also be judged by themselves. β
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The three cuckoo sisters pouted in unison: "What we mean is that they shouldn't need to pretend to be accepted by the world. β
Because Saint understood that one of the core concepts of the Hellfire Club is to create a paradise for mutants, and the three cuckoo sisters obviously have this unrealistic ideal.
"There's nothing to say, we can't change the whole world for them, right?"
As for the empty dream of the Hellfire Club, because Saint decided not to get involved, he immediately ended the topic: "We have tried our best to help them, and they have also got the life they want, and this is enough." β
"The boss is right."
Lorna had already figured it out at this time, and said to the three cuckoo sisters, who were still a little sullen: "We have successfully rescued them, and there will be no more human experiments in the Sentinel Secret Service, and now, it is time to embrace victory." β
No more human experimentation?
Insaint shook his head secretly, although this blow can be regarded as heavy, it can at most make the Sentinel Secret Service that has launched a few scapegoats, and it is almost impossible to have a permanent effect for a while.
Of course, although I knew that this would happen, because Saint had no intention of changing the status quo, the mutants' abilities were out of control, and they used their abilities to commit crimes, which were real problems, and compared to the Sentinel Secret Service, the mutant community was not innocent at all, but this time, it happened that they were the victims.
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At the same time, at LaGuardia Airport in New York, a medium-sized civil airliner that had just taken off from the runway and was in the process of climbing upwards suddenly sounded an exclamation in the cockpit.
"Flock of birds!"
The old white captain, who had gray hair and beard, glared and warned the middle-aged co-pilot sitting next to him, and received a foul speech in response.
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Needless to say, the plane and the birds collided head-on with a flock of medium-sized airliners, and after a violent turbulence, a pair of jet engines on both wings of the plane burst into flames and black smoke, while losing all thrust.
In the cockpit of the passenger plane, the co-pilot, who noticed the sudden drop in the aircraft's climbing force, glanced at the instrument panel in front of him: "Sally, we lost an engine." β
"Nope."
The elderly white captain known as "Sully" decisively chose the former between his own rich flying experience and the incorrectly displayed instrument panel: "The twin engines have run out of speed." β
The co-pilot did not blindly trust his judgment, and immediately turned the engine restart button: "Try to re-ignite." β
If he could see the condition of the wings, he would know that this was a futile, and at the same time, Captain Sully had already turned on the auxiliary power unit on the spot, and then immediately sent a distress call to the airport: "Help, help, help, this is 1549 in the United States, encountered a flock of birds, twin engines failed, now return to LaGuardia Airport immediately." β
The airport party that received the emergency call for help immediately responded: "Roger, if you need to return to LaGuardia, turn left to 220." β
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Captain Sully repeated the heading angle in accordance with the rules and regulations, and at the same time, he had already controlled the passenger plane to start a large circle in the air, and in the process, the airport party probably didn't believe it, the luck of the plane was so bad, and confirmed it in the communication: "All America 1549, which side of the engine did you lose?" β
"BOTH, twin engine failure."
Captain Sully took time out of his busy schedule to reply, and when he turned the plane around and got a bird's-eye view of LaGuardia Airport from afar, his heart was already cold.
Judging by the eyesight he had honed over decades of flying in the sky and experiencing countless take-offs and landings, at the current altitude of the plane, it was impossible for the plane to land safely on the runway of the airport he saw by gliding alone, especially since in between the two stood the steel jungle that belonged to the bustling New York.
At this time, the voice of the airport came again: "1549 in the United States, can you try to land on runway 13?" β
"I can't do it."
Captain Sully did not hesitate to speak his mind, and at the same time turned his gaze to the vast Hudson River below: "We may have to make a forced landing on the Hudson River. β
As soon as the airport heard this, it immediately tried to dispel Captain Sully's crazy thoughts: "1549 in the United States, we have coordinated to runway No. 4 for you, you can join runway No. 4 from the left take-off and landing route." β
"It can't be done."
With a categorical refusal, Captain Sully was completely sure of his judgment: "I don't think we can get to any runway ......"
Before his words fell, the cabin was already sounding a "Di Di Di" siren, an electronic human voice alarm, and then it immediately sounded: "Obstacles, obstacles, pull up, pull up." β
It was the passenger plane gliding down the Hudson River that had just skimmed over the "George Washington Bridge" connecting Manhattan Island and New Jersey, and the alarm sounded that the airliner was currently at an altitude only slightly higher than the struts of the steel cables on the bridge.