Between the white clouds and mist, a blue and white ERJ-190 passenger plane broke through the night and crossed the sky.

A faint spark splashed from the bottom of the left wing of the plane. In the black crack above the wing, there was a swaying dark red in the endless darkness, like a fire beast dormant in the depths of the ashes. Every flash of flashing strangled people's throats and was suffocating.

A hurricane with a speed of up to 430 knots per hour was blown into the gap at the wing break, but it failed to extinguish the flame.

The plane stabilized.

But the huge roar buzzed, and the sounds smashed the human skull cavity, shaking the world in front of me into a phantom.

There were crying sounds in the cabin. They trembled in fear and hugged, and only with tears could they vent their inner fear at this moment.

In order to prevent the plane from losing weight suddenly, the flight attendant took his seat tightly with both hands and walked to the front cabin of the plane.

Picking up the microphone, she whispered in a hoarse voice, contacting the pilot first. After approval, the cockpit door opened from the inside and she quickly entered.

The light suddenly dimmed, and the cockpit of the plane was different from the cabin, and there was no strong light source illuminating it. In the almost completely dark environment, only the dense instrument panels emitted light, which was more like the night sky, spreading out a whole night sky and sprinkling diamond-like stars.

The crew members have received professional training, and the flight attendant dared not approach the instrument, so he stood in the distance and spoke loudly-

"The cabin is in a stable condition, with thirteen people injured, two of whom are seriously injured and are not in danger of life yet."

"You can see from the passenger window that there is a gap on the upper surface of the left wing and a flame at the lower part. It is suspected that the engine is damaged and the fragments cut the wing."

The captain turned around and raised his voice: "Is it your speculation that the engine was damaged and the wings were broken?"

The flight attendant was stunned: "No, no, it was said by a passenger." A pair of black eyes full of faith and determination appeared in her mind. She became firm: "Captain, there is an active pilot in the cabin and asked for help from the cockpit. The pilot said that if necessary, he would be in place at any time. He is proficient in all current aircraft models..."

"You said he is proficient in all the current aircraft models?"

In the darkness, a strange male voice interrupted the flight attendant. She seemed to have just realized that there was a third person in the cockpit. She lowered her head and saw the man squatting behind the engine at a glance.

He was really squatting, his figure sank into the darkness. He held the two accelerators of the engine with both hands. When he looked up sideways, half of his face was blocked by the shadows. Because his nose was too thin and high, it was like a knife cutting an axe and chisel, it exuded a cold and cold feeling.

It is hard to imagine that you would see a third person in the cockpit of the plane, who was still a very handsome man. His black hair seemed to have just woken up and was tidied up a few times. He fell a few strands of hair unruly and hung in front of him. Each hair revealed the same alienation and carelessness as his master. His clothes were slightly wrinkled, his pupils were slightly darker, and a white light occasionally flashed across his slender neck.

It was a head-mounted Bluetooth headset, which was casually put on the neck by the owner.

This overly superior skin made the flight attendant forget to speak for a while until the deputy captain swears irritably.

"Holy**! Someone is making such jokes at this time. He is proficient in all current models? Do he think he is God!"

This sentence is nothing more than a thunder, which makes the flight attendant wake up instantly and feels chilled.

The disaster happened so suddenly that she actually forgot how could anyone in this world be proficient in all models!

Training an excellent pilot is a difficult and long process.

It takes about two years to study the basic course, followed by at least four months of flight training. If you have a flight license, you cannot fly a passenger plane. For example, to fly this ERJ-190, you need to receive another half a year training for a specific aircraft type: for a full six months, you will only learn this ERJ-190 passenger plane.

In other words, the pilot who could sit in this ERJ-190 pilot has received at least three years of long study.

This is limited to this aircraft.

Even the experienced captain couldn't have a good face when he was so anxious: "The passengers never know how the people in the cockpit are facing at this moment comparable to the difficulty of climbing Mount Delina."

The flight attendant felt a dry mouth. She was about to apologize when she heard a voice saying lightly: "I know one of the pilots who are proficient in all types of aircraft in service."

"Mr. Patrick?!" The deputy captain looked at him in shock.

The flight attendant also looked down in the voice, but the Asian man who spoke in a striking manner had already turned his head, leaving only the back of her head. He focused on the throttle rod, his voice frivolous, but somehow the three people in the cockpit felt that he seemed extremely serious.

"There is an air force pilot in China, which seems to be like this." After pausing a syllable, he said casually: "But it doesn't matter. There are three people in the cockpit. It doesn't matter whether he lies or tells the truth. There are too many people, but they have different opinions and cannot perform. It's just a burden."

He said softly: "He doesn't have to come."

The man's tone was calm and casual, but because he had been in the upper hand for a long time, he had a sense of undeniable order. The flight attendant didn't think it was wrong, and subconsciously wanted to go back to the cabin. As soon as she turned around, she remembered that the captain should be the captain who really dominated the fate of the plane.

She was surprised by her reaction for a moment, then looked up to see the captain.

Unexpectedly, the captain nodded and said, "Just listen to Mr. Patrick."

Patrick?

Who is he?

The flight attendant left the cockpit with a confused stomach.

Before leaving, she heard the captain say to the deputy captain: "The situation is temporarily stable. Put on the 7700 emergency code, open the "Flight Operation Manual" and check for the damage related to engine No. 1."

The deputy captain quickly repeated the captain's words, followed by the sound of flipping through the book, and he was flipping through the catalog.

“Page 137.”

This is the voice of Mr. Patrick!

The flight attendant exclaimed in his heart.

The deputy captain said in surprise: "It's really on page 137!"

The captain picked up the wireless caller and pressed the switch: "MaydayMaydayMayday, American Airlines Flight 2186, call Boston..."

The cockpit door was tightly closed behind the back, but the flight attendant's doubt seemed to be Pandora's box, quietly opened-

Who is this mysterious Mr. Patrick?

***

The flight attendant quietly came to the cabin and whispered to Fucheng to explain the situation.

He was already ready to go to the cockpit to assist, but suddenly he heard his request being rejected by the captain. Fu Cheng was a little surprised. He shook his head and said, "Fu Cheng as the captain's arrangement."

The flight attendant bowed seriously: "Thank you."

Unable to enter the cockpit, all he can do is protect himself as much as possible and those around him.

The ERJ-190 passenger plane is a small short-distance passenger plane produced by Embraer in 2002. Even if an engine is shut down, it can land smoothly. The plane slowly approaches the Logan International Airport in Boston in a disturbing tremor. Through the small portholes, the earth is getting closer and closer.

Suddenly, two prompt sounds sounded in the cabin, followed by the captain's radio.

"Good evening for all passengers. I am Stephen e, the captain of this flight. There was something wrong with our plane, but please rest assured that we are working hard to control the plane. This plane will land at Logan International Airport in four minutes. Please fasten your seat belt and perform an anti-collision posture."

After the words came, the flight attendants sat in the safety seat and whispered:

"Bend down, lower your head, and hold your knees tight!"

The passengers in the cabin lowered their heads in panic and performed anti-collision postures.

This is the four minutes that determines fate. The three minutes before the plane takes off and the eight minutes before landing are called "dangerous eleven minutes", and 80% of the plane crashes occur at this moment.

Fucheng lowered his head and quietly hugged his knees.

The passengers beside him didn't know that this was most likely the last four minutes of their lives, but he knew. He closed his eyes and imagined watching a life lantern as filmed in the movie. But what appeared before his eyes was a boundless white vastness, and a figure hidden at the long white end that could never be seen clearly.

Countdown to three minutes...

Count down two minutes...

Count down one minute...

5,4,3,2—

1.

"boom--"

The plane crashed heavily on the ground, and the cabin was filled with screams and cries.

It hit the runway, but it was not smashed into a pile of meat pies. After the violent vibration, the plane glided forward. Fucheng suddenly raised his head and looked out the window. The fire truck and the police car flashed on both sides of the runway.

The airport media standing at the end of the runway was ready, with high-lights, long cannon microphones and cameras all in place.

The sweaty host spitted out excitedly at the camera: "Landed, landed safely! American Airlines Flight 2186 has successfully landed at Logan International Airport, and it is still taxiing-"

Forty minutes later, Fucheng took the little girl's men and got off the plane.

Leaving the crowded place, the girl's mother thanked her repeatedly and took the child from Fucheng's hands.

"Thank you brother!"

Fucheng waved his hand and turned around and left.

Walking under the tall floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the terminal, Fucheng looked at the plane hidden in the dark from afar. The fire on the wing had long been extinguished by the fire truck, and the injured passengers were also picked up by the ambulance. Now a group of people are surrounding the plane, preparing to investigate the cause of the plane accident.

The last night of Independence Day holiday is destined to be a sleepless night.

Fucheng withdrew his gaze and saw several men wearing black suits and work cards walking towards him.

Fucheng set his pace and was surprised.

He didn't expect the NTSB (National Transportation Safety Commission) people to come so quickly.

Both sides passed by, as if they would never intersect parallel lines.

The other party did not notice Fucheng.

Fucheng looked back at these people.

He had something to do in Boston, but he had no time to stay. So he left.

***

After NTSB investigators arrived at the scene of the accident, they immediately collected evidence and took photos of the scene. Some people entered the inner cabin of the plane, and some people came to the runway and took photos of the tire marks on the runway to keep certificates.

The person in charge of this incident was a tall man with brown hair. After hearing the on-site staff, he said in surprise: "He is also on this plane?" Then, under the guidance of the staff, he walked through the crowd, walked across the bridge, and came to the terminal, and saw the man with his back to the floor-to-ceiling window and his hands in his pockets.
To be continued...