"I decided to choose you to test fly this plane. You are the best pilot and the most suitable candidate."

"It's not a mandatory, nor is it an order. EASA's test pilot is in the small building behind you."

"But Fucheng..."

"You can choose whether to fly this plane and find out the truth about the JAL 917 air crash."

After a long silence, Fucheng heard himself say in a calm voice: "It turns out that I was transferred to UAAG at the beginning because you think that if you want to find out the truth about the Japanese Airlines 917 accident, you may need to fly a test? Why?"

Zhuo Huan spit out a mouthful of smoke rings and was about to speak, but the young black-haired man had already given the answer for him.

"Because, you are Zhuo Huan."

He looked at the other party deeply, Fucheng turned around and left. His thin figure gradually submerged into the night and entered the small building without looking back.

Behind him, Zhuo Huan had a cigarette in his fingers and looked at the young man's back step by step without blinking.

His lips moved, his fingers trembled gently, and a strong and soft wind blew from afar, buzzing into his chest.

"Hold!"

The fire of the cigarette butt was burning to his fingers, and the man cursed in pain and threw the cigarette on the ground.

Five minutes later, Zhuo Huan put his hands in his pockets and returned to the second floor of the investigation headquarters with an unpleasant expression.

Seeing him come back, Fucheng looked up at him and stood up.
Chapter completed!