Leng Ming, pilot of Dongzhou Airlines, captain of flight A9532.

From Dongdu to Kangtu, the whole journey is about more than 2,000 kilometers. It was supposed to be just an ordinary daily flight, and he had flown this route more than a hundred times, and he could fly there with his eyes closed, and nothing would go wrong.

But this trip happened unexpectedly.

Sometimes that's how it goes. Luck is like a bastard, with no warning.

At 6:20 a.m., the crew noticed damage to the intake tract receiver of the right engine and a ruptured propulsion engine fairing.

At 6:22, flight A9532 issued an emergency distress signal. The altitude of the aircraft dropped sharply by two thousand meters.

At 6:25, the tower of Kangtu Airport determined that the engine of flight A9536 was damaged, and Kangtu Airport began to arrange emergency diversion.

At 6:28, the communication failed, and the contact between flight A9536 and the ground tower was completely interrupted.

At 6:30, things were completely out of control.

Leng Ming must admit that he has flown all his life, but there is definitely no trip more thrilling than today. In fact, at first he thought he was calm and calm, and he handled it properly. The experience of flying became his tranquilizer, telling him that it was not a serious problem.

Crashing an engine may sound scary, but it's not so fatal. Modern airliners theoretically have a chance to glide and make a forced landing even if they lose power, and a single-engine forced landing is dangerous, but he feels that it can still be handled.

What really hit him in the first hand was when he heard that the second engine had also failed.

Engine failure is an event with a very small probability, and the probability of two engines striking together is already an accident with a probability that is too small to describe. The moment he heard the news, Rao was experienced and suddenly felt that his eyes were black, and even the hand holding the joystick was trembling.

But when Leng Ming saw that almost disheartened despair on the co-pilot's face, he controlled himself. He heard a calm voice coming out of his mouth that surprised even himself.

"Don't worry, we still have a chance to land." He said.

Chances? He didn't know either.

But he was the captain, and the lives of the one hundred and ninety-four passengers and nine crew members on the plane were his responsibility. He has to be calm and he has to make the right choices at every step.

At 6:48, the wing broke.

Leng Ming knew that this was the last moment. They tried all their best, but in the end they lost to fate. Because sometimes people are so small in front of the behemoth called destiny that there is really not much that can be done. They are like ants swept into the center of a storm, they do everything in vain, and then die weakly.

The plane began to accelerate its fall, and the fuselage swirled in circles in the air current. Everyone on the entire plane was pressed to their seats by the tremendous force, and their internal organs seemed to be clenched.

The broken half of the wing was on fire, and the strong smell of smoke could be smelled from the cabin. Leng Ming knew that every minute and every second their plane could disintegrate in the air, and at that time they would be sucked thousands of meters into the air by the relentless storm, like a large bag of potato chips thrown into the washing machine.

He could almost hear Death laughing in the storm outside the cabin, because the end was already sealed. Even miracles can't save them, and even if God himself comes, he can only sigh.

There are no flukes, no chances, only the torture of endless despair in the fall waiting for death.

But at a certain moment, everyone felt a strong shock. It was as if someone had slammed into their cabin from the outside, and a strong force ran from the nose to the tail.

The plane that was spinning was righted little by little, with its head down and butt up, dragging a string of black smoke that soared into the sky, as if a diver had completed his twist and began to fall freely.

"We're slowing down!" The co-pilot said in surprise and dazed.

Of course, Leng Ming also felt it, and the falling body was slowing down at a very significant rate. But how is this possible?

They began to fall from a height of seven thousand meters, and the empty planes weighed more than forty tons. In this case, if you want to rely on external forces to slow down, you don't dare to do it even if you dream about it.

But it really happened.

Leng Ming's eyes widened in a daze, and he looked out the window through the windshield, and the whole person was petrified in an instant.

He saw a man.

A human being, thousands of meters in the air, even suffocating and deprived of oxygen is enough to directly kill the height, with flesh and blood against the front end of their plane.

The posture looked like it was saying:

- Isn't it just an airplane, watch me push it back.

Leng Ming felt that his brain could no longer process the information captured by his eyes.

"Did you see what I saw?" He looked blankly at the co-pilot, and then realized from the co-pilot's equally ghostly expression that he was not hallucinating due to the extreme environment.

It's true.

They were slowing down because someone was holding up their falling plane.

Even the "miracles" pale in the face of such a sight. Only the two people in the cockpit of the entire plane saw what was happening, but even if they did, they couldn't understand it. It's as if the ancient people saw the heavenly fire that Prometheus threw into the world, shocked and terrified.

For a moment, such a thought even crossed the captain's mind.

Even if you do see God, it may feel like that's all there is, right?

The height is less than 100 meters. That's tall enough for a building to call a skyscraper, but it's a stone's throw away for a falling plane. Leng Ming felt his breathing almost stagnant, and his heart seemed to rush out of his chest.

The flying man in front of the cockpit took a deep breath, just like a master in martial arts preparing to burst out the power of the dantian. In the next second, the entire plane shook even more violently.

It's as if you are approaching a traffic light and suddenly you brake suddenly, and everyone is thrown out of their seats and then firmly buckled by their seat belts. The acceleration of the plane's deceleration increased dramatically, and the kinetic energy of the fall and the weight of the plane were all poured from the tail of the plane to the front end, and fell into the steely arms of the young man holding the plane.

But he endured it steadily, not moving, as if the iron arms were enough to bear the weight of the world.

There was a crunch, crackling sound of titanium cracking at the front of the cockpit. At that moment, Leng Ming also chuckled in his heart, and once thought that the plane was going to be overwhelmed at this last moment.

Fortunately, it didn't.

The trapeze man held up, as did the scarred plane.

The young man in the red cloak lifted the upside-down plane above his head with both hands, like a weightlifter with iron, except that his iron may have been slightly larger.

After a brief pause, he lowered the plane. The fuselage slammed to the ground, and the cabin jolted for the last time, and then fell silent.

Leng Ming looked at the young man with his cloak flying by the plane outside the window, his mouth opened and closed, and he wanted to stop talking and stop talking.

There is a kind of joy for the rest of my life after the catastrophe, but there is also a kind of overwhelm like the three views were thrown into the wall breaker and twisted into tatters and then pushed back by others.

He felt like he might be going crazy.

Then the young man even glanced at them, smiled and saluted the captain with a not-so-standard salute.

"We have a good cooperation~"

After speaking, the young man made a "bang", leaving a circle of transparent qi waves, and his body disappeared into the sky, not taking away a single cloud.