Air Traffic Control Building (ATCX), Hong Kong International Airport, China

"Hong Kong Traffic Air Traffic Control Centre, this is Cathay Pacific flight CX873, and we have an emergency."

The Air Traffic Control Centre (ATCC) at the Hong Kong International Airport (HKIA) is located at the centre of the airport and is the nerve centre of the entire air traffic management (ATM), providing 24-hour air traffic control services to ensure efficient and safe landing of flights within the Hong Kong FIR.

In the air control tower, air traffic controller Zhang Li heard the call of the flight pilot, and quickly looked at the radar screen, and found that it was a flight from San Francisco to Hong Kong, and it was about 15 minutes before it landed.

But why did the pilot say there was an emergency when he was about to land?

Zhang Li's heart tightened, and he said into the microphone: "Please speak, flight CX873." ”

"We have encountered high-altitude turbulence, passengers and crew have been injured, please give emergency landing clearance, after landing, an ambulance is needed, please dispatch immediately."

Zhang Li glanced at his boss Yan Mingjie until he nodded, and then pressed the recording button next to him, "Okay, CX873 flight, I have recorded your request, may I ask, can the flight land smoothly?" ”

The pilot, who was the captain, took a few breaths and said, "No problem, the co-pilot and I were not injured, and the plane was still able to hold on." ”

"Okay, how many people were injured on board? How many ambulances and paramedics will be needed? ”

"It's too late to count, but you'll have to send at least twenty ambulances to ensure safety."

"Okay, we've got the record on file and will send out an ambulance and clear the runway as soon as possible, please keep in touch."

Hanging up the microphone, Yan Mingjie ordered: "Immediately notify the fire brigade to enter the alert, and also notify the hospital to arrange operating rooms and a large number of beds, and ask to send at least twenty ambulances to come, as well as three surgical medical teams." ”

All the people in the control tower are nervous, the plane crash is the least probability of all means of transportation, but once it crashes, it will cause mass casualties in an instant, so they can't help but be nervous. It's just that the more times like this, the more you have to deal with it calmly.

On flight CX873, after the pilot's efforts, the plane was finally rescued from the downward trend and re-entered the flight lane, but whether it was first class, business class or economy class, the passengers were all pale and afraid. In the face of the threat of death, even a successful person sitting in the first class cabin is as stable as Mount Tai one moment, and the next moment he almost didn't vomit the overnight meal.

Fortunately, the runaway plane was brought under control.

Ellie touched her beating heart, she just thought that her family was dead, and she closed her eyes in despair, but she didn't expect death to pass by, and in the end she still didn't take the life of their family.

"Thank God, thank God ......"

His hands were shaking, but Jason was still trying to thank God for the gospel.

"Baby, are you alright?"

"Mom, I'm fine."

The moment the plane lost control, Ellie held her daughter in her arms, and after all, Karin was not harmed by the restraints of the seat belt, of course, she was inevitably frightened mentally.

Taking care of Karin, Ellie looked up and was stunned, the strange man in the seat next to him was sweating profusely and leaning over the ground looking for something, and after a while he trembled and leaned over, holding a small broken glass tube in his hand, with a look of desperate fear in his face.

"Destiny...... Still can't escape ......"

The man looked at the small broken glass tube and muttered to himself.

The words were soft, and the cabin, which had only calmed down a little from the chaos at this time, seemed so insignificant, but Ellie somehow a chill came out of the soles of her feet.

I think too much.

Ellie shook her head to dispel the inexplicable chill and looked out the porthole, as if Hong Kong was almost there.

"Hoo ......"

The loud whistling sound caused by the landing and taxiing of the plane gradually attenuated with the decrease in speed, and when it came to a complete stop, more than a dozen ambulances that were speeding over flashed their alarms and lined up around the plane.

The passengers began to get off the plane, all with ugly faces, limping, and some with blood stains on their bodies, and after being rescued by paramedics, they were immediately sent to the ambulance for rescue.

"Mom's ......"

"Let's go, baby......"

The family got off the plane, although very lucky not to be injured, but also arranged to stay in the designated hotel, because the aviation accident still needs further investigation, and when the final results and compensation are not out, it is better for all passengers who are not injured to leave alone.

Naturally, the person who was not injured in this was not among them.

His name is Huang Wentao, a young man just over thirty, tall and big, with a gloomy look that makes people feel uncomfortable at first glance. In fact, his identity is not an ordinary person, but a small leader in Hong Kong's New Ngee An, who controls the interests of a small area, and has more than a dozen horses under his hands. This time he went to San Francisco in the United States to see his wife and children, and the experience he had mixed over the years made him feel uneasy about leaving his wife and children in Hong Kong, so he used the savings he saved to send them to the United States, at least there he was much more relieved.

It's just that he didn't expect that after watching his wife and children come back, he encountered a plane that went out of control, which made him angry, and if he died like this, his wife and children would be really tragic. Fortunately, he survived, which is a blessing in misfortune!

Thinking of this, Huang Wentao was much happier, and beckoned a taxi to drive to Tuen Mun New Town in the northwest of Hong Kong's New Territories.

Returning to the area under his jurisdiction, he walked into the dark alley, kicked open the door of a house, and shouted: "Damn, where did you run to Lao Tzu?" ”

"Brother Wen, are you back?"

As soon as they heard Huang Wentao's voice, several younger brothers who were rubbing mahjong and gambling were frightened, hurriedly packed up the mahjong, picked up the lighter and cigarettes and hurried over to serve him.

Yi** sat down on the sofa and cocked a Erlang leg, Huang Wentao took the good cigarette handed over by his younger brother with satisfaction.

Speaking of which, the name "Brother Wen" sounds comfortable, others used to call him Ah Huang, no matter how he heard it, it felt like a dog, and then he came out with a look, and the big brothers called it that, but the younger brother was a Huang brother who made him very eyesore, so he took the word in the middle of his name, called Brother Wen! It sounds a lot more comfortable, it looks very cultured, very elegant, good, good.

Huang Wentao is deeply proud of his wisdom, although the company is saying that it will be 2014, and what is needed now is highly educated and highly intelligent talents, but if you think about it carefully, even if you have only studied junior high school, your current income is much higher than that of those four-eyed boys, and it is much more majestic.

"Brother Wen, how did you go to the 'investigation'?"

A younger brother asked cautiously while rubbing Huang Wentao's shoulders.

"It's okay, I feel that I have learned a lot from this investigation, and it will definitely come in handy in the future."

The so-called investigation is actually going to the United States to see his wife and children, so Huang Wentao naturally won't say it.

"Okay, there's nothing going on on the turf lately, right?"

"It's okay, everything is fine, Brother Wen, don't worry." The little brother laughed.

"Damn, you're a duck, you talk so motherly, how many times have you changed it? You are embarrassed to talk like this, do you know the prestige of our new Ngee An? ”

patted the little brother on the head, and Huang Wentao shouted angrily.

"Brother Wen, I'm like this, I can't change it." The little brother said aggrievedly.

"Can't change it? If you can't change the next time you pay dividends, you will get a little less. Huang Wentao snorted coldly.

"Don't, Brother Wen, I'll change it, can't I change it?" The little brother was startled, and hurriedly said, and hurriedly handed Huang Wentao a cup of tea.

"Hmph, next time it's up to you how you perform......"

Picking up the teacup and taking a sip of tea, Huang Wentao stood up: "Let's go, go have breakfast, damn, Lao Tzu's stomach is about to make an empty plan." ”

Proudly proud of being able to say an idiom, Huang Wentao took the lead and walked towards the food store with his younger brothers. (To be continued.) )