Chapter 18 Crash

Charles Reynolds instinctively felt that something was wrong.

For six years, the Met has hardly ever had a plane crash again, but today his flight had an accident. It was hard for him not to think that it might have something to do with something he was determined to investigate. A few minutes after the plane left the airport, there was a dull explosion from the flank before climbing to the highest point. The whole fuselage sank violently, and the passengers by the window could not help screaming when they saw the turbine under the left wing dragging an ominous tail flame and spewing black smoke backward through the windshield.

The burning turbine dragged out a long thick black smoke in the sky, and the white plane fell from the height of 1,000 meters to the metropolis with many buildings. But the size is still decreasing. The pilot planned the nearest forced landing location for the first time - the outskirts of the municipality. Still, according to the calculation of the current descent speed and forward speed, this goal seems to be somewhchallengingult to achieve.

When the plane fell below one thousand meters, a new message came from the tower: "Attention! Another flying object is approaching at high speed in your direction, and its speed is breakneck."

"Other aircraft?" The sweaty pilot in the cockpit glanced at the altitude reading, which had exceeded 700 meters, and the bustling metropolis was reflected on the windshield, "Such a low altitude? Are you sure it's not a problem with the instrument?"

The red and blue afterimage tore through the black smoke with the flames caught up with the downed airliner, like a bullet cutting through the air. Jay flew to the left wing of the scrapped turbine, took a deep breath, and grasped the branch tightly with both hands, trying to use his arm strength to replace the power of the scrapped turbine to help the plane stabilise the fuselage.

He doesn't know what to do; he learned it from Superman in the movie because he seems to do it a lot. And Jay doesn't know if he can do it. So far, he hasn't tested the upper limit of his arm strength. The heaviest thing he has ever lifted is Mr Reynolds' car which he has been driving for five years. It feels like It's no different than picking up a chair.

The gusts of wind and the plane's engine roaring in his ears simultaneously were disturbing at first, but he soon learned to ignore them. The air flowed like countless sharp whips, but it didn't cause him the slightest discomfort, and he still hadn't figured out what the goggles Batman had stuffed him with. The cloak behind him was full of wind and fluttering, like a battle flag swaying in the wind.

It worked!

The unbalanced space shuttle gradually stabilised with the help of the external force exerted by Jay. The vast white body regained balance and began to descend slowly and steadily towards the designated position.

The pilot was amazed: "Tower, do you hear? We seem to...seem to have regained balance?"

"what happened?"

"I don't know." The pilot shook his head blankly. "I didn't do anything; it looked as if some kind of external force helped us?"

For a split second, he couldn't help thinking of Superman; when in the Met, people never had to worry about flying accidents because he would always be there on time.

But that was just a momentary thought, and he soon put it behind him. It's ridiculous, it's been six whole years, and he's gone; the Met has long accepted that fact.

Jay pulled hard on the wings to ensure the plane didn't fall too fast. Jay made a visual inspection. At this rate, it should be possible. He visually estimated that the aircraft should pass by the top floor of the tallest building below. Still, in the end, it would avoid all obstacles and successfully land in the uninhabited suburbs.

Jay felt a little more at ease. This was the first time he had dealt with such an accident. He was not much more at ease than the people on the plane. Now, as long as this state continues, there should be no surprises...

Unfortunately, it backfired; he seemed to have miscalculated a minor detail. The connection of the left wing he was holding was already crumbling under the pull of his enormous force and air pressure, and now it was finally overwhelmed, and a tiny spark exploded. Jay noticed it was a step too late, and the left-wing groaned in protest and snapped off the junction with a bang. The plane sank sharply again, suddenly accelerated, and fell, and Jay was left far behind as he swirled with the broken wing.

The plane went down again, and the panic among the passengers had reached its peak. It fell like a bird with broken wings and soon fell to a distance where it could almost kiss the city below. Citizens have noticed the disasters falling from the sky, and they pointed to the sky and exclaimed. Still, at this moment, there is no point in trying to escape - no one has time to escape from the impact of such a behemoth falling freely from the sky.

Jay didn't have time to think; he took a deep breath and chased after him at a sudden speed, leaving a white balloon behind him. His figure almost disappeared, and he pursued the crashing plane along with the long black smoke. The turbine on the right wing of the helicopter also exploded under the intense pressure, fell off the branch with a loud "boom", and hit Jay head-on. Jay did not dodge or evade; his body speeded up again, his body shot through the burning turbine wreck like a cannonball, and he instantly caught up with the plane.

Well, this time, it's a bit harder. He doesn't know if his arms are strong enough, but he can only pray that it is enough for now. He flew to the nose of the plane, lowered his body under the aircraft, pressed his back against the plane's fuselage, and then violently tried to lift the entire plane with his body.

In doing so, he not only needs to bear the weight of the entire aircraft but also has to use his strength to offset the kinetic energy accumulated by the aircraft falling from a high altitude. But when he gritted his teeth and wanted to release his full power, he faintly felt that the outer shell of the plane behind him was slightly dented. He suddenly thought that if too much pressure was applied to the outer shell of the aircraft in an instant, the pressure on the limited force surface might directly penetrate the outer shell, which would cause more troubles that he did not need now.

Sure enough, catching a falling space shuttle isn't as easy as it seems in the movies. After all, a film is nothing but a work of art, and the pursuit is more of a picture effect, and many neglected details may lead to a failed ending.

It shouldn't be a problem if you can maintain this rate of decline, but unfortunately, things seem to be doomed not to go so smoothly. A towering building is coming into view. If the descent trajectory remains unchanged, the plane will undoubtedly collide through the middle of the building.

"Damn," Jay muttered, gritting his teeth. He exerted force on both shoulders and abruptly turned the smoking behemoth over. The plane turned sideways unbelievably, and the thick black smoke drew a long arc at a low altitude, almost sticking to the skyscraper from the side, and the heavy roar shook every glass of the building sharp. The ground screamed as if it was about to explode.

"We're slowing down!" the pilot shouted in disbelief. "We're about to land!"

Everyone on the plane was prepared for impact, and the plane successfully flew low over the city's buildings to the deserted suburbs. The waist smashed countless trees, and the fuselage fell heavily to the ground at more than 300 yards. At this moment, everyone in the cabin felt their internal organs were about to be thrown out.

Jay landed on the ground holding the nose of the plane, his feet on the ground, and the soil rose from both sides of the red boots like a tsunami, and the flying dust almost drowned him. He used his body as a brake pad to buffer and decelerate, his back squeezed the aircraft shell severely, and the impact turned into ripples and was transmitted from the tail to the nose.

"The Guard is Here"

The plane sprinted about three or four hundred meters to the ground and barely stopped. The soil was exaggeratedly opened along the sides of the fuselage, and the scene was like someone driving a plough machine back and forth countless times.

Jay crawled out of the plane with a long sigh of relief.

He succeeded.