Simulation Game: Crisis Management

Chapter 405 - 194: Emergency Landing

Betty and the other crew members were also stunned.

The bald policeman twitched his eyelid, even suspecting whether Gu Ji might be in cahoots with the man in sunglasses.

Even the man in sunglasses looked at his profile with interest, "Hey! Old buddy, aren’t you afraid of dying?"

Gu Ji ignored him.

He checked his watch while observing Engine No. 1 through the oval window.

He chose this seat not to take down the man in sunglasses.

Knowing the man’s intentions meant that until the plane successfully landed in Sinaloa State, all the passengers and crew were temporarily safe as long as they didn’t provoke him.

In contrast, the emergency landing caused by dual engine failure was currently the most dangerous and urgent problem he needed to solve.

The two were like the primary and secondary contradictions in a high school politics textbook.

This was why the game system defined this level as a [disaster incident].

So Gu Ji chose to sit here simply to rush into the cabin to help in the first instance of an accident.

Seeing himself completely ignored, the man in sunglasses twitched his lips twice, unclear whether he was surprised or angry, but ultimately remained calm and sat down, fastening his seat belt.

Betty clutched her impressive chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as the terrorists didn’t take any extreme actions, they had hope of saving the flight, so she instructed three crew members in the economy class to take good care of the passengers, then went to the cabin, probably to contact the captain or the ground for anti-hijack assistance.

The bald policeman chose to sit behind Gu Ji, with the man in sunglasses across an aisle on the right, ensuring he could keep an eye on both.

It didn’t occur to anyone that less than a minute had passed.

Betty hurriedly returned and called the policeman away, leaving the crew-cut flight attendant to watch Gu Ji and the man in sunglasses.

They must have contacted the ground.

Gu Ji glanced at his watch; the countdown had only one minute left.

The plane was still banking, and the sky outside looked like a clear blue crystal, with a few thin mists gently drifting below, showing no sign of bird flocks.

This also led him to prioritize the historical reason for dual engine failure: bird strike!

Theoretically, airplanes during taking off, climbing, descending, approaching, and landing are most prone to bird strikes. Statistics show over 90% of bird strikes occur around airports, 50% happening below 30 meters, but there is still 1% above 760 meters.

For instance, the 2013 Air China high-altitude bird strike incident, and the Swoop312 Boeing 737 hitting a flock of geese while flying.

The cruising altitude should be around 8800 meters, where basically, only large birds can fly. A 7-kilogram goose hitting a plane at 960 km/h would have an impact force of 144 tons, immediately causing a catastrophic crash!

"Doesn’t seem to be external factors..."

If it were indeed a flock of birds, according to his rough interference with the accident trajectory, wouldn’t the differing route turns mean they avoided a collision and completed the mission goal?

Gu Ji wouldn’t believe the system would set the red-level difficulty so low.

The countdown ended.

He silently counted in his heart, one second, two seconds, until the fourth second, he vaguely felt his body begin to shift. At the same time, other passengers in the cabin noticed something wrong. A strong sense of weightlessness started from the tingling bladder and traveled up to the scalp, lifting feet and buttocks off the seat, the belly constrained tightly by the seatbelt.

In that instant, it felt as if the entire space had frozen.

The golden ponytail of the freckle-faced Chloe first swung to the right, then gradually moved upward, straightening. Drinks, books, laptops, and even the blanket over her floated into the air, smashing hard against the plane’s ceiling with a crackling sound.

Buzz—!

The plane abruptly nosedived at an angle!

"Ah—!"

"Help!"

"Oh, Allah, the plane is crashing! The plane is crashing!!"

...

After a few seconds of utter chaos, there were simultaneous screams from the front and back of the cabin. A curly-haired Middle Easterner gagged and unexpectedly reached for the seatbelt. The moment the buckle released, his body flew into the air, like a paddleboard swept up by a massive wave, "bang", hitting the cabin ceiling.

"Sir! Sir!!"

"Everyone fasten your seatbelts! Bend down! Hold onto the seat in front of you!"

"Margaret! Don’t go!!"

Unexpectedly, the blonde flight attendant made the same choice as in the previous cycle, decisively leaving her secure seat at the first sign of the curly-haired man’s danger, trying to reach out and grab him.

But this time, the plane’s downward spiraling dive was even more terrifying.

The entire fuselage seemed about to spiral, and Margaret’s arm strength was nowhere near enough to hold onto the seat, instantly flung by the massive accelerated inertia, not giving the crew-cut flight attendant time to react. Poor Margaret crashed into the side window of the cabin, even spraying blood onto the front section of the cabin.

"Oh, oh my god!!"

"Ah!"

"God! This must be crazy! Crazy!"

"Seven seconds, eight seconds, nine seconds..."

Compared to the frightened and panicked passengers, Gu Ji was the calmest, his hands firmly gripping the cabin wall in front of him, face flushed, silently counting the fall time in his mind.

Unexpectedly, even though he brought the terrorist under scrutiny this round, the result remained unchanged.