Infor MsWorld
Chapter 0089
Chapter 0089
Madison’s hands began to tremble instantly.
She quickly hit the autopilot button, “Henry, take over…”
Sweating profusely, Henry took her place.
The woman’s legs gave way as she stepped down from the pilot’s seat, collapsing to the floor.
“Captain!” Jack and Landu shakily came to her aid.
With unprecedented pressure weighing on her, Madison’s voice barely concealed her tremble, “Contact ground control below, find the
nearest airport for an emergency landing, hurry!”
“Yes!” Jack urgently made the contact.
Within minutes, the nearest airport arranged for their priority landing, while other planes were instructed to circle in the air and wait.
When the plane touched the ground, the jolt felt like her heart was. tearing apart.
She stood up, “Henry, you’re in charge now. Contact local authorities for a pilot to assist you. Disperse all passengers and have them leave
in batches.”
“Where are you going?” Jack clutched at her.
As soon as the plane steadied, Madison, having arranged everything,
bolted outside.
Her eyes rimmed red with urgency, she dashed out of the cockpit only to be stopped by a pale- faced Jessica.
It seemed Jessica had guessed what was on Madison’s mind, “You
can’t go back! You can’t!”
During the plane’s descent, Jessica had caught a few exchanged
words.
It was her brother who had intercepted the plane, so Madison…
Madison’s gaze was incredibly intense, “Alive or not, I must go back
for him.”
If not for his intention to see her, this wouldn’t have happened.
What was it about her that warranted Ethan doing all this?!
Madison shoved past everyone trying to stop her and sprinted outside.
Upon reaching the local airport, she flashed her work ID, quickly explained the situation, and requested a large rescue helicopter.
The local airport, having received the distress signal from the nearby airspace and considering Madison’s ordeal, immediately arranged a helicopter for her.
Cleared for flight, Madison raced to the helicopter.
She took no one with her, slipping into the craft, donning the communication headset, and as the rotors began to spin up, she entered the channel.
Passengers aboard Flight 1976 all noticed the local green Mi-24 helicopter taking off from the nearby open field, soaring into the air with authority, heading in the opposite direction.
She was resolute, not a moment of hesitation.
In that instant, Madison seemed to merge with the powerful helicopter, as if only she could truly command it forward..
At the same time, everyone in the nearby airspace was calling out to
300
CM3766.
Regrettably, there was no response.
Below was a small stretch of sea and a residential area. If the plane. crashed, it would likely be seen, but there were no emergency calls or leads, which suggested CM3766 had possibly not yet met with
disaster.
Unless, it had truly plummeted into the sea.
Upon learning of the incident, the national airline immediately dispatched all available rescue aircraft from the vicinity to search.
It was later learned the plane was piloted by Mukino Airlines’
chairman.
To save Flight 1976, his act of bravery touched and moved all passengers aboard.
United, they pleaded for a full-force rescue.
Within the broadcast channel.
“Tower calling CM3766.”
“Tower calling CM3766.”
“Tower calling CM3766.”
Over and over, yet still no answer.
Madison listened intently, her focus entirely on the sea’s surface
nearby.
As long as she didn’t see smoke or fire, she took it as a good sign.
It meant, at least, Ethan was still out there.
But as time passed without a response, her heartbeat quickened.
Ethan…
Piloting a local armed Mi-24 helicopter, the woman flew in tight. circles across the sky, drawing the attention of many in the residential area below..
At a small coastal line.
“Cough, cough, cough…”
When Ethan dragged Michael to shore, a shell was expelled from his mouth.
Michael looked up at the ominous sky, “Is this… hell?”
Not too far away, Ethan, drenched to the bone, was kneeling on the ground, gasping for air.
He had maneuvered into a dense cloud bank to evade the smaller plane, which immediately lost its bearings.
Ethan then circled back, deliberately drawing the small plane’s
attention.
Apparently enraged, the pilot of the small plane charged straight at
him.
Being smaller and more agile, it had an advantage.
Ethan led it off course, hoping for support.
But the pilot seemed crazed, aiming for his plane’s tail.
Ethan’s reflexes allowed him to avoid most of the impact, but the tail was still clipped.
The plane momentarily lost balance.
The smaller plane, unable to withstand the collision, tumbled and fell from the sky.
Ethan used every skill his mother had taught him to keep the plane from crashing.
Noticing the sea ahead, he sped past residential areas, aiming for the
water.
Finally, the half-tailed plane, shuddering violently, plunged into the sea.
As they neared the surface, Michael heeded Ethan’s instructions to open the door.
On autopilot, Ethan and Michael, equipped with small parachutes, leaped out.
The plane continued its unsteady flight before crashing into the sea two minutes later, bursting into flames on impact.
Whether it exploded beneath the waves was beyond Ethan’s concern as he lay gasping on the shore.
The area was deserted; without any belongings, their only ho
rescue.
But Ethan was injured.
His legs and arms were lacerated from struggling against the parachute cords in the shallow waters, striving to keep his head above water.
Michael was injured too, not severely, but not lightly either.
He shakily rose and tore off his shirt to bandage the wound at the root of Ethan’s thigh.
“Where else?” Michael’s voice trembled.
“Speak up! Where else are you hurt?”
Ethan, lying on the ground, merely gasped for air, silent.
“Ethan?”
“Ethan!” Michael held his head and wept aloud, “You left me alone in this godforsaken place; you might as well have taken me with you!”
“Ah… I’m not ready to die yet…”
“Your saliva…” Ethan’s weak voice broke through, “Wipe it… wipe off your saliva…”
He pushed Michael away, frowning with distaste, “It almost landed on my face.”
Michael, disheveled with tears on his lashes, looked at him expressionlessly.
“How much bad karma did I accumulate in my last life to know you?”
Ethan leaned against a rock, his face and lips gradually draining © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.
color.
He hadn’t removed his clothes, not letting Michael know that something seemed to have punctured his back.
Otherwise, Michael would probably cry even harder.
He stayed with him, at least until someone came to rescue him.
The weather by the sea was as fickle as the pages of a book, changing with each turn.
Soon, the sky darkened with the threat of a storm.
Michael clung to Ethan, his voice breaking, “Ethan, hold on a little longer, someone will come.”
He bit his lip, sneakily glancing at his left palm, now stained with Ethan’s blood seeping from his back
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