I became superman when I died

Chapter 6 Miracles
Leng Ming, pilot of Eastern Continental Airlines, captain of flight A9532.

From Dongdu to Kangtu, the whole journey is about 2000 kilometers.It should have been just an ordinary daily flight, but he has flown this route more than 100 times, and he can fly it with his eyes closed without any mistakes.

But this time there was an accident.

Sometimes that's the way it is.Luck is like a jerk, ups and downs without warning.

At [-]:[-], the crew found damage to the right side engine's intake case and a ruptured propulsion engine cowling.

At 22:9532, flight A2000 issued an emergency signal.The altitude of the plane dropped sharply by [-] meters.

At 25:9536, the control tower of Kangtu Airport confirmed that the engine of flight A[-] was damaged, and Kangtu Airport began to arrange emergency backup.

At 28:9536, the communication failed, and the connection between flight A[-] and the ground tower was completely interrupted.

At [-]:[-], things got completely out of control.

Leng Ming must admit that he has flown all his life, but there is absolutely no flight more thrilling than today.In fact, at the beginning, he thought he was calm and calm, and handled everything properly.His extensive flying experience acted as a tranquilizer, telling him that it was not a serious problem.

Engine failure sounds scary, but it's not directly fatal.Even if a modern airliner loses power, it is theoretically possible to glide and make an emergency landing. Although a single-engine emergency landing is dangerous, he thinks it can be handled.

The real blow to his head came when he heard that the second engine had also failed.

Engine failure is an event with extremely low probability, and two engines teaming up to strike together is already an accident with such a small probability that it is difficult to describe.The moment he heard the news, even though he was experienced, he suddenly felt his eyes darken, and even the hand holding the joystick was shaking.

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

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

Is there a chance?He doesn't know either.

But he was the captain, and he was responsible for the lives of the 190 four passengers and nine crew members on board.He has to be calm and make the right choices every step of the way.

At 48:[-], the wing broke.

Leng Ming knew that this was the last moment.They made all their efforts, but lost to fate in the end.Because sometimes people are too small in front of the behemoth named fate, and there is really not much they can do.Like ants caught in the center of a storm, they struggle in vain and die powerless.

The plane began to accelerate and fall, and the fuselage circled in circles in the airflow.Everyone on the entire plane was firmly pressed down on the seat by a huge force, and their internal organs seemed to be tightly grasped.

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

He could almost hear Reaper laughing in the storm outside the cabin, because the end was sealed.At this point, even miracles can't save them, and even if God himself comes, he can only sigh deeply.

No luck, no chance, only endless desperate torture in the fall waiting to die.

But at a certain moment immediately after, everyone felt a strong shock.It was as if someone hit their cabin hard from the outside, and a tyrannical force penetrated from the nose all the way to the tail.

The plane that was spinning was straightened up little by little, with its head down and buttocks up, trailing a string of black smoke straight into the sky, as if a diver had completed his turn and began to fall freely.

"We're slowing down!" the co-pilot said in surprise and bewilderment.

Of course Leng Ming also felt it, the falling body was decelerating at a very noticeable rate.But how is this possible?

They fell from a height of 7000 meters, and the weight of the empty plane was more than 40 tons.In this case, if you want to slow down by external force, it is even dreaming that Leng Ming dare not do so.

But it actually happened.

Leng Ming stared blankly, looking out of the window through the windshield, his whole body instantly petrified.

He sees a person.

A human being, thousands of meters above the ground, at an altitude where suffocation and lack of oxygen are enough to directly kill him, is standing on the front of their plane with a flesh and blood body.

That gesture looks like it's saying:

——Isn’t it just an airplane, let me push it back.

Leng Ming felt that the brain could not process the information captured by the eyes.

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

This is real.

They were slowing down because someone was supporting their falling plane.

Even the "miracle" seemed a little pale in front of such a scene.Only two people in the cockpit saw what happened in the whole plane, but even if they saw it, they couldn't understand it.It's as if people in ancient times were shocked and full of fear when they saw the sky fire that Prometheus cast on the world.

For a moment, such an idea even popped up in the captain's mind.

Even if I really saw God, it might feel like that, right?
The height is less than [-] meters.For a building, it is high enough to be called a skyscraper, but for a falling plane, it is already within reach.Leng Ming felt that his breathing was almost stagnant, and his heart seemed to rush out of his chest.

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

It was as if the brakes were suddenly slammed at a traffic light, and everyone was thrown out of their seats and then buckled firmly by their seat belts.The acceleration of the plane's deceleration increased a lot, and the falling kinetic energy and the weight of the plane were all poured from the tail to the front of the plane, and fell into the steel-like arms of the young man holding the plane.

But he endured it steadily, motionless, as if those iron arms were strong enough to bear the weight of the world.

There was a crackling sound, which was the sound of the titanium alloy at the front of the cockpit cracking.Leng Ming's heart skipped a beat at that moment, thinking that the plane would be overwhelmed at the last moment.

Fortunately not.

The trapeze man held on, and so did the battered plane.

The young man in the red cloak raised the upside-down plane above his head with both hands, just like a weightlifter lifting weights, except that the weight he was lifting might look a little bigger.

After a short pause, he followed him to put the plane down.The fuselage fell to the ground with a bang, and the cabin was jolted for the last time before returning to silence.

Leng Ming looked out the window at the young man with a flying cloak floating beside the plane, he opened and closed his mouth, hesitant to speak and then stopped speaking.

There is a kind of joy of surviving after a catastrophe, but there is also a kind of bewilderment like being thrown into a broken machine and twisted into pieces before being stuffed back by someone.

He felt like he might be going crazy.

Then the young man even glanced at them, smiled and gave the captain a substandard salute.

"We cooperated well~"

After finishing speaking, the young man let out a "bang", leaving a circle of transparent air waves, and his figure sank into the sky without taking away a cloud.

(End of this chapter)