My Identity As A Native Of The Motherland Has Been Exposed By The Reborn

"Captain..." he whispered, "I don't want it to end like this.

"We all want to live, and so do the passengers! Who wants to die.

The captain said silently in his heart, "Remember, we only have one chance... Before the plane lands, we must activate the emergency switch no matter what, and every extra life counts."

In the cabin, despair permeated, passengers shed tears, curses and fear were intertwined. Only the faint lights flickered in the bumpy cabin, and people held on to their oxygen masks tightly.

The flight attendant clung to the edge of her seat and used her last strength to issue a firm instruction: "Please stay calm, we have the ability to get through this difficulty."

She knows that they are in trouble and the only possible chance of survival lies in quickly finding an exit suitable for evacuation, but the violent impact that will follow will test everyone's will to survive.

But she understood that the panic at this moment was spreading like wildfire and would only accelerate destruction.

Baby, mommy is here, it's okay," her voice echoed in the small space, trying her best to calm the little girl's fears.

"Lingling, be strong, mother will protect you.'

The flight attendant tried her best to maintain order. Faced with the panic of the passengers, she felt like a lighthouse that could capsize at any time.

Suddenly, a passenger jumped up and shouted: "Emergency exit! I want to get out."

His shout was like an electric current, instantly igniting the uneasiness of those around him. "

I want to run away too! It’s better than sitting back and waiting for death. "

Panic began to spread.

The plane jolted violently, and the first passenger who tried to escape lost control and fell unconscious in the chaos, which made the situation even more turbulent.

On the streets, people stared dumbly at the crash in the sky, fear and helplessness intertwined.

"How is it possible? How could the plane lose control?"

The crowd was filled with panicked questions.

Inside the building, employees stared out of the window in horror, dropped their work, and rushed to the elevator. The elevator was overcrowded, and some even rushed in desperately.

The Tianfu Mysterious Investigation Bureau, the siren sounded like a screaming alarm bell, announcing that a passenger plane was about to hit the city center building due to unknown magnetic field interference, and there were only two minutes left.

The director's face was as serious as solid ice. He knew that this challenge was beyond common sense.

After a brief thought, Hong made (cfea) a rule,

He knew that it might be necessary to sacrifice lives in the cabin in exchange for greater city security.

The sound of sirens ripped through the tranquility of Tianfu Square like thunder, and evacuation orders swept in like a violent storm.

In the cabin, the passengers' fear reached its peak. Everyone felt the chaos and despair caused by the emergency landing. Even the faces of the captain and co-pilot were shrouded in deep worry. In their hearts, hope for the future was like a candle. The fire flickered and could go out at any moment.

The captain murmured in a low voice: "I'm sorry, dear, maybe I won't be able to see the sunrise tomorrow."

These words were like a cold sword, piercing the hearts of everyone present.

However, at the edge of this abyss of despair, a figure breaks through the waves like a rushing wind. That is Liu Zimo. His appearance is like a ray of hope that penetrates the haze of this month.

He leaped into the air, his figure pointing straight into the sky like an arrow, ignoring the surprise and confusion of the crowd below.

Amidst the roar, he relied on his extraordinary speed and strength to face the rapidly approaching aircraft.

Some people in the crowd exclaimed, some speculated, and some couldn't believe it: "What is that? A human being, what does he want to do? Is he trying to prevent the plane from falling? This is simply crazy."

Under the focus of everyone's attention, Liu Zimo's figure miraculously floated below the plane, with his arms steadily holding a huge machine.

The impact of the fuselage was like a violent storm, but he was as solid as a rock, despite his face.