Seeing this, the blonde flight attendant also unbuckled her seatbelt and chased after him.
The surrounding passengers seed to have long grown accustod to this guy’s extre reactions, all watching with a sort of amused detachnt. However, a few passengers close to the aisle shifted away in disgust.
"Hey! Please return to your seat imdiately! Otherwise, I won’t be polite with you!"
The bald policeman, stationed far back in the cabin, heard the commotion and imdiately moved through the business class, pulling out the Glock 17 from his waist and loudly reprimanding the curly-haired man, "This is your last warning, now!!"
No sooner had the words fallen than an abrupt change occurred!
Buzz——!
The airplane, which was making a banking turn, suddenly nosedived, the terrifying acceleration pushing all passengers’ heads against their seats. The blonde flight attendant, the curly-haired man, and the bald policeman standing in the aisle were thrown into the air, hitting the cabin front like falling from a height.
Crack——!
The blonde flight attendant’s head snapped at a 90-degree angle against the business class partition, splintering bone tearing through skin and muscle, sending blood spraying in all directions!
"Margaret!"
"Ah! Help——!"
"Ahhhhh!"
...
In an instant, oxygen masks deployed automatically, and a cacophony of terrified screams erupted throughout the plane’s cabin. Overhead lights flickered incessantly, and items from the luggage racks—phones, bottled water, al trash—scattered everywhere. The curly-haired man and the bald policeman also hit the seats and passed out, the Glock 17 slid out of sight!
Gu Ji’s heart pounded wildly with the rapid descent, forcing his bladder to clench in acute pain.
What’s more frightening is that due to the change in acceleration, the body’s organs would float relative to the torso, causing visceral nerve discomfort, leading to nausea.
Why did the plane suddenly descend?
Was it engine failure, losing power?
He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his physiological panic, his eyes coldly scanning the wing outside the window. The engine wasn’t smoking, it didn’t look like it was malfunctioning, did it?
Just as the thought arose, the plane suddenly pulled upwards.
Those previously thrown against the seats in front were pressed back, and scattered items began sliding backward in the cabin, including the blonde flight attendant’s body, the bald policeman, and the curly-haired man.
Passengers once again erupted in hysterical screams, and a group of young college students burst into loud sobbing.
"Wooo, I want to go ho!"
"God! What’s going on!"
"The plane is going to crash! It’s going to crash!"
"Are we all going to die here today?"
"Everyone, don’t panic, fasten your seatbelt and assu crash positions! Put your feet and knees together, press your feet firmly against the floor, lean your head against the front seat, and cover your head with your hands!"
The crew mbers remaining in economy class—one with a buzz cut and another with short brown hair—desperately shouted, trying to calm the panicking passengers.
But at that mont, the plane began to shake violently, emitting a "bang bang bang" noise that resonated like a drumbeat on everyone’s hearts. Finally, with a "boom," the plane began descending again, violently swaying side to side.
Gu Ji looked towards the noise, seeing the number 1 engine on the plane’s right side billowing dense black smoke, even showing glimpses of orange flas, rapidly dropping nearly a thousand ters in just a few seconds.
The people in the cabin were paralyzed by fear, suffering from such imnse gravitational pressure, pinned against their seats, unable to move and in evident agony.
Gu Ji’s eyelids twitched.
He couldn’t believe he’d just speculated about engine trouble, and now it indeed happened!
He quickly looked to the left side.
As long as both engines aren’t out, there’s still hope!
The term "dual-engine failure" refers to both engines ceasing operation, leaving the plane powerless and only capable of making an ergency landing, an extrely dangerous aviation incident.
In contrast, a "single-engine failure," like the current situation where one engine was damaged, was sothing modern airliners were built to handle. Passenger safety necessitated dual engines, enhancing overall safety so that even if one engine failed, the other could still heroically lead the plane to a safe landing.
Pilots were routinely retrained to handle single-engine landings as part of their regular duties.
But when Gu Ji shifted his gaze to the left, he saw engine number 2 also emitting wisps of blue smoke!
How could this be...
A true dual-engine failure?
His heart sank; dual-engine failures on comrcial aircraft are extrely rare, with historical accidents often involving bird strikes during take-off climbs.
Yet this 7M8 had been cruising in the stratosphere above 8000 ters, only now diving into the mid-troposphere, theoretically avoiding bird encounters.
Gu Ji’s mind raced, pondering how to handle the unfolding crisis.
At this mont, the voice of Purser Betty rang out in the cabin:
"Attention everyone! The aircraft’s power system has failed, please fasten your seatbelts, we need to prepare for an ergency landing. We’ve equipped life jackets under your seats..."
"Ergency landing?"
"Damn it, this plane is falling apart! Can you really land it safely?"
"Ah! We’re going to die here!"
"My phone, I need to call my mom!"
"Fuck! Why don’t I have any signal!"
Passengers voiced their complaints, seeming to have lost faith in the crew, many pulling out their phones to leave final ssages, including the lady in sunglasses and the black man beside Gu Ji, "I also don’t have a signal, oh God, my son..."
Listening to the woman cry, Gu Ji also took out his phone to check, finding no signal.
Logically, the plane should now be below 5000 ters, it should have picked up at least one or two signal bars.
"At this rate, within three to four minutes, the plane will crash!"
Clenching his teeth, Gu Ji unfastened his seatbelt, ignoring the flight attendant’s warnings behind him, and carefully moved down the aisle, gripping seats on either side for support.
"Why is this happening! Why is this happening..."
Passing the front of the cabin, a black-shirted man with sunglasses was nervously tapping his phone, muttering frantically.
As Gu Ji pushed aside the business class curtain, Purser Betty, sitting in the cabin, widened her eyes, speaking sternly.
"Sir, please return to your seat imdiately! The plane is about to make an ergency landing, it’s very dangerous for you!"
"Purser, my na is Yasen, I have so flight knowledge, I might be able to help!"
Gu Ji, having achieved a specialized driving proficiency mark in checkpoints, and having twice collaborated with Felix on flying a dium bomber during the Second World War factory checkpoint, had so flight experience.
Although the pilot and co-pilot are seasoned professionals, in such urgent and dangerous circumstances, soone might get flustered, and an extra pair of hands could potentially increase the odds of a successful ergency landing.
But, to his surprise, Betty flatly refused.
"I’m sorry, Mr. Yasen, please return to your seat imdiately!"
"Please trust , Purser, I won’t interfere with the pilot and co-pilot’s operations, I only want to do what I can..."
"Unnecessary! Go back imdiately! Or I’ll call the police!"
Betty’s harsh tone was intimidating, her hand firmly gripping the onboard phone, threateningly.
Gu Ji raised an eyebrow, baffled by her strong vigilance. While preventing passengers from accessing the cockpit prevents hijackings or other terrorist events, they were preparing for an ergency landing—who would choose to hijack the plane at this mont?
"Then I’d like to ask, what specifically caused the engine failure? As a passenger on this flight, I have the right to know the cause of the accident, correct?"
Since he couldn’t enter the cockpit, he planned to gather useful intelligence.
Betty furrowed her brows, hesitated for a mont, and just as she was about to speak—
BOOM!
Another explosion sounded from the left wing, shaking the fuselage violently. Gu Ji was thrown to the floor, clutching the tal seat base with all his strength, shielding his head with his left hand, kneeling into a ball.
Just as he tried to get up, the nose of the plane suddenly recoiled, a flash of fire darting past.
...
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