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Chapter 119
The American air traffic control center was silent.

Was the forced landing successful?

Was that yellow skin successful?
Was that "super pilot" successful?
Radar could not find the location of the passenger plane when it was at an altitude of 90 meters. Now the people in the air traffic control center can only get feedback based on the emergency dispatched on-site personnel.

The silence lasted for more than ten seconds, and the controller in front of the communication system asked A320 in a trembling voice: "Call A320, call A320, please answer!"

"Call Gan Jing, call Gan Jing, please answer!"

"This is the U.S. air traffic control center, A320, please answer, please answer!" The controller no longer dared to mention Gan Jing, and he began to hope that there would be no survivors who could reply to this inquiry.

In the silence, the controller's voice echoed in the huge air traffic control center, seeking a vague response.

Airplane flight is the safest means of transportation in the world, and its accident rate is one in 300 million, that is to say, only one accident may occur after flying 300 million times.

But this time, the chance of surviving the accident is much lower than that of other vehicles.

The forced landing of the passenger plane A320 is infinitely approaching the accident.

How difficult is it to crash-land on the river?

Wind speed, wind direction, terrain, angle, altitude... a series of factors affect the success of the forced landing, and the most dangerous of them is that the uneven force of the passenger plane at the moment of forced landing on the river may cause structural damage to the aircraft!

The resistance of water is [-] times that of air!
These well-known materials flashed through the controller's mind, and tears flowed silently as he thought about the lives of nearly 200 people on board the passenger plane.

The radar screen was clean, there was only a slight hiss in the communication system, and the air traffic control center was dead silent.

With a trembling voice, the controller asked mechanically without any hope: "This is the U.S. air traffic control center. If you hear it, please answer it. Gan Jing, please answer it. Gan Jing, please answer it."

He had given up hope, but suddenly a familiar voice echoed in the huge air traffic control center.

"Bah, bah, bah! What's it called? It's called a soul!?" Gan Jing's voice rang out with a sudden serious sizzle.

"This is American Air..."

Listening to the words in the communication system, Gan Jing wiped the blood dripping from his forehead, spat out a small piece of meat in his mouth, and said angrily: "I heard it! I'm still alive! Step on the horse, where are people? Help! We are in On the river!"

Gan Jing in the cockpit heard the sudden loud cheers from the communication system, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he frowned.

The moment he made an emergency landing on the water surface just now, he tried his best to control the machine body, and let the tail of the machine touch the water first in an arc-shaped route, and then the belly of the machine slid on the water surface.

Gan Jing didn't know how the effect was, or how the engine room behind it was. He only knew that the cockpit was still floating on the water, and he himself was still alive.

After a brief absence, the communication system resumed its function, and the voice from the air traffic control center came into my ears.

Cheers and inquiries mixed with Gan Jing's incomprehensible English echoed in the cockpit, and suddenly disappeared.

Startled, Gan Jing operated the equipment and found that the communication system was malfunctioning again.

"Phew." He glanced at the unconscious white driver beside him, and suddenly envied him a little. It's good to be alive at this time without knowing anything about personnel.

A sound of hurried footsteps came from behind, and the voice of the female flight attendant weeping with joy rang in Gan Jing's ears, and then he felt a soft touch on his shoulders that hugged him deeply.

"God bless! We survived!"

"God bless! God bless! God bless!!"

The female flight attendant repeated in her mouth, tears fell on Gan Jing's neck, warm and true.

"Don't bless you, next time you meet something like this, call Gan Jing to bless you..." Gan Jing said weakly.

The flight attendant hastily wiped away tears due to her good professionalism, and turned to check on the comatose colleague.

"Is everyone in the back okay?" Seeing her coming in, Gan Jing reckoned that the situation in the back should be pretty good, but he felt more at ease asking, "Is my friend okay?"

"Okay, all good, all good. Only two people suffered minor injuries." The female flight attendant still had tears on her cheeks. After checking that her colleague was still alive, she breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Let's go from the back. Waiting for help on the wings."

The forced landing of the passenger plane on the river is not the end, it will slowly sink into the water, but it is not far from the urban area, and follow-up rescue should be no problem.

"Okay." Gan Jing took a deep breath, tried the communication equipment and found that it might be completely broken.

"Let's go." The female stewardess supported the unconscious colleague, but when she turned around, she found that Gan Jing hadn't moved.

"You call someone else. I can't move anymore." Gan Jing took a few deep breaths, and found that his whole body was sore and limp, but he had lost all strength.

In the 2 minutes just now, his spirit was highly concentrated, and the operation he performed really exhausted all his strength, and he couldn't even stand up now.

When the female flight attendant heard this, she hurried up and groped Gan Jing's body, checked that he was not injured, and then walked back in a hurry.

Soon, two flight attendants, a man and a woman, came over. They hugged the unconscious colleague together, and the female flight attendant tried to support Gan Jing.

"Get out, damn the cockpit!" Before leaving, Gan Jing cursed, he never wanted to have such an experience in his life.

A group of five people went out from the opened emergency exit and slowly climbed onto the wing.

The wings on both sides are already full of people, and some staff are carefully counting the number of people, trying to distribute the balance on both sides.

All the forced landings on the river were successful. If they were drowned due to balance problems at this time, it would be... hopeless.

Gan Jing lay on the wing, feeling the people around him applauding him, and slowly regained some strength.

"Where's my friend? Let her come to my side!" Gan Jing said to the female flight attendant who was always by his side.

The female flight attendant showed embarrassment: "She is on the other wing, so it is inconvenient to come here."

At this time, she was trying to maintain her balance, and she felt that there was no need to bother with this kind of thing anymore.

"Hurry up! I want to see her!" Gan Jing insisted.

The female flight attendant had no choice but to inform her colleagues to let friend Gan Jing come over.

After about 5 minutes, Zhou Xun slowly moved towards the direction where Gan Jing was lying on his stomach.

"Hey, are you still alive?" Gan Jing lay on the wing and turned to greet Zhou Xun.

"Thanks to you, I'm still alive." Zhou Xun smiled and walked slowly to his side.

"That's good, wait for the rescue." Gan Jing said that he had no strength and nothing to say, so he ordered.

The reason why he insisted on letting Zhou Xun come to him was to wait for the rescue if something happened, and she might be rescued first if he followed him.After all, the successful forced landing just now was due to him, so he must be regarded as a meritorious minister, so the rescue should be given priority.

Fortunately, the worrying thing did not happen, and the rescue team arrived soon, and quickly transferred a group of people to the ground before the plane sank.

"Gan Jing, I'm Lisa."

Before Gan Jing was put on the rescue ship, the female flight attendant who had been by the side kissed him lightly on the face again, saying his name for the first time.

"Okay, Lisa, I'm Gan Jing."

Gan Jing gave her a weary smile back, and was immediately put on the rescue boat.

　Thanks for the rewards of 55SA+966D, drifting leaves, and bright sun, and thank you for voting to water the seedlings.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)