Chapter 18: Crash

Charles Reynolds instinctively felt something strange.

For six full years, there has been almost no plane crash in the metropolis, but today his flight had an accident. It is difficult for him not to think that this might be related to what he was determined to investigate. A few minutes after the plane left the airport and before it reached the highest point, there was a dull blast from the flanks. The whole fuselage sank violently, and the passengers by the window saw the turbine under the left wing through the windshield, dragging the ominous tail flame, and spitting black smoke backwards, and couldn't help but scream.

The burning turbine dragged a long thick black smoke in the sky, and the white plane fell from a kilometer altitude towards the metropolis with many buildings, like a big Peng bird with outstretched wings, it can barely rely on the unbalanced power to maintain its hover , But the height is still falling. The tower planned the nearest emergency landing location for the pilots in the first time—outside the metropolitan area, but based on the calculation of the current descent speed and forward speed, this goal seems a little difficult to achieve.

When the plane fell below one kilometer, a new message came from the tower: "Attention! Another flying object is approaching at high speed in your direction. Its speed is very fast."

"Other aircraft?" The sweaty pilot in the cockpit glanced at the altitude reading that had exceeded 700 meters. The bustling metropolis was clearly reflected on the windshield, "Such a low altitude? Are you sure there is something wrong with the instrument?"

The red and blue afterimages tore through the black smoke with firelight and caught up with the falling passenger plane, like a bullet that cut through the air. Jay flew to the left wing of the scrapped turbine, took a deep breath, grasped the wing tightly with both hands, and tried to use his arm to replace the power of the scrapped turbine to help the aircraft stabilize the fuselage.

In fact, he didn't know what to do. This trick was learned from Superman in the movie, because he seemed to do it often. And Jay actually doesn't know if he can do it. He hasn't tested the upper limit of his arm strength so far. The heaviest thing he has lifted is the car that Mr. Reynolds has driven for five years. It feels like It's no different from lifting a chair.

The wind and the airplane's engine roared in his ears at the same time, which was very upsetting at first, but soon he learned to ignore them. The air flow was like countless sharp whips. Of course, it didn't cause him any discomfort. He hadn't figured out the use of the goggles that Batman had put on him. The cloak behind him was full of wind hunting and dancing, like a battle flag blowing in the wind.

It worked!

With the help of Jay's external force, the out-of-balance space shuttle gradually stabilized his body. The huge white body gradually recovered its balance and began to slowly and steadily descend toward the designated position.

The pilot was surprised: "Tower, can you hear it? We seem... as if we have restored balance?"

"what happened?"

"I don't know." The pilot shook his head blankly. "I didn't do anything. It seemed... as if we were helped by some external force?"

For a moment, he couldn't help but think of Superman. At that time, people in Metropolis would never have to worry about flying accidents because he would always be there on time.

But that was just a momentary thought, and soon he left it behind. This is ridiculous. Six full years have passed. He is no longer there. The Metropolis has already accepted this fact.

Jay pulled the wing hard to ensure that the plane did not fall too fast. Jay observed it visually. It should be possible to go down at this rate. He visually observed that the plane should pass by the top floor of the tallest building below, but eventually it would avoid all obstacles and make an emergency landing on the uninhabited suburbs.

Jay felt a little settled. This was the first time he had dealt with such an accident. In fact, he was not much more at ease than the people on the plane. Now as long as we keep this state and continue, there should be no accidents...

It's a pity that things backfired, and he seemed to have miscalculated a small detail after all. The joint of the left wing he was holding was already faltering under the pull of his tremendous force and air pressure, and at this moment a tiny spark was finally burst out overwhelmed. Jay was a step too late when he noticed it, and the left wing groaned in protest, and was broken off from the junction "Bang". The body of the plane sank again and suddenly accelerated downwards. Jay hugged the broken wing and was thrown far behind.

The plane fell again, and the panic of the passengers reached its peak. It fell like a bird with folded wings, and soon fell to a distance that could almost kiss the city below. The citizens have noticed the disasters that have fallen from the sky one after another, pointing to the sky and exclaiming, but at this moment, there is no point in wanting to escape-no one has time to escape from the impact of such a behemoth landing freely.

Jay didn't have time to think, he took a deep breath and hurried to chase after him, leaving a white air circle behind him. His figure almost disappeared, and he followed the long black smoke towards the crashing plane. The turbine on the right wing of the plane also exploded unbearably under strong air pressure, and fell off the wing with a loud "boom" and happened to hit Jay head-on. Jay did not evade, his body accelerated again, his body shot through the burning turbine wreck like a cannonball, and he immediately caught up with the plane.

Well, this time it has to be a little harder. He doesn't know if his arm strength is enough, but now he can only pray that the best is enough. He flew to the nose, dropped his body under the plane, pressed his back against the fuselage of the plane, and then violently tried to lift the plane up with his body.

In doing so, he not only needed to bear the weight of the entire plane, but also had to use his own power to offset the kinetic energy accumulated by the plane falling from a high altitude. But when he gritted his teeth and wanted to release his full strength, he faintly felt that the shell of the plane behind him was slightly dented. He suddenly thought that if excessive pressure was applied to the outer shell of the aircraft in an instant, the pressure on the limited force surface might directly penetrate the outer shell, which would cause more troubles that he did not need now.

Sure enough, catching a falling space shuttle is not as easy as it seems in the movie. After all, movies are nothing more than works of art, and the pursuit is more of just a picture effect, and many neglected details may lead to a failed ending.

If we can maintain this rate of decline, there should be no problem, but things seem to be destined not to go smoothly. A towering building is in sight. If the descent trajectory remains unchanged, the plane will undoubtedly hit the center of the building.

"Damn it." Jay murmured, gritting his teeth. He exerted force on his shoulders and abruptly pulled the smoking behemoth over. The plane turned sideways incredibly, and the thick black smoke drew a long arc at low altitude, almost past the skyscraper from the side, and the heavy roar made every piece of glass in the building sharp. The ground screamed, as if to burst.

"We are slowing down!" the pilot yelled in disbelief, "we are about to land!"

Everyone on the plane was ready for the collision, and the plane successfully passed low above the buildings in the city and flew to the deserted suburbs. Countless trees were hit by the waist, and the fuselage fell heavily to the ground at a speed of more than three hundred yards. At this moment, everyone in the cabin almost felt that their internal organs were about to be thrown out.

Jayto landed on the ground with the nose, feet on the ground, and the soil lifted up from both sides of the red boots like a tsunami, and the flying dust almost swamped him. He used his body as a brake pad to cushion the slowdown, and his back squeezed the aircraft's shell seriously, and the impact was transferred from the tail to the nose in the form of ripples.

The plane sprinted close to the ground for a distance of about three to four hundred meters and finally barely stopped. The dirt opened up along the sides of the fuselage exaggeratedly, and it was like someone driving a plow back and forth countless times.

Jay climbed out of the plane and let out a long sigh of relief.

He succeeded.