I Become The Richest Man With A monthly Salary of Twenty Thousand Yuan-Chapter 674 - 473 Handling_2

It wasn’t long before he was standing beside the head flight attendant. "The forward windshield is shattered and the wind force is too great," he said quickly. "If this continues, the entire plane will lose balance. We’re also losing oxygen. I’m going into the cockpit to take control. Once I’m inside, we’ll work together to shut this door. That will stop the gale in the cabin and help the passengers calm down."

After a moment’s thought, Xia Liang pointed toward the economy class. "Also, that captain looked injured. That impact could have been serious. You need to handle that. And most importantly, keep everyone calm. We absolutely cannot have any disturbances. Otherwise, even if I stabilize the plane, another incident could happen!"

It was no exaggeration to say this was the most he had ever said to a stranger. After all, he was Master Xia; his words were precious and few. Xia Liang didn’t want to get the plane under control only to have panicked passengers cause another problem, plunging them back into crisis or even threatening Tong Dongnuan. Such incidents were not unheard of in the history of passenger flights.

"Understood!" the head flight attendant shouted, giving an OK sign.

With that, Xia Liang set off again, making his way toward the cockpit.

Bracing against the fierce wind, Xia Liang got a clear look at the situation inside the cockpit. There were two seats: the captain’s on the left and the co-pilot’s on the right. It was immediately apparent that neither pilot was in good shape. The captain was hunched over, still fighting to control the aircraft, but one glance was enough to see he was seriously injured. The co-pilot was in even worse shape. The windshield had shattered on his side, and the sudden difference in pressure had partially sucked him out of his seat. Now, his legs were still inside the cockpit, but his entire upper body was outside, bent over and on the verge of being blown away completely. He was lucky his body was wedged in the opening; otherwise, he would have already been sent soaring through the sky.

As soon as Xia Liang entered the cockpit, the head flight attendant outside began to do her part. Just as instructed, she grabbed the cockpit door and tried to pull it shut with all her might, but the force of the wind made it incredibly difficult. Fortunately, Xia Liang was there to help. Throwing his strength into it, they managed to slam the door shut.

Instantly, the roaring gale inside the cabin died down, providing a small measure of relief to everyone. With the cockpit door sealed, the situation inside the cabin improved drastically, but the overall crisis was far from over.

Xia Liang approached the captain’s seat. "How are you holding up?" he shouted into the pilot’s ear.

The captain, realizing someone had entered, glanced over. He was surprised to see it wasn’t the second pilot, Sun Qing, as he had expected. He reacted a second later, giving a weak OK sign with his hand. However, Xia Liang was not reassured. He had already seen the problem. Up close, he could see blood streaming from a large wound on the captain’s forehead. The captain was squinting, not just because of the wind but because the blood was running into his eyes. If he kept this up, even if he managed to maintain control, he would eventually pass out from blood loss.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Xia Liang tapped the captain on the back. When the pilot turned to look, Xia Liang gestured for him to move aside and let him take the controls.

The captain understood his meaning but shook his head repeatedly in refusal. It wasn’t surprising. He didn’t know Xia Liang, and seeing someone so young, he couldn’t possibly agree to let him fly the plane.

But this was no time for discussion. Seeing the captain’s refusal, Xia Liang acted without another word. He grabbed the man’s arm and hauled him out of the seat. The captain tried to resist, but against Xia Liang’s strength, he stood no chance. In the next moment, Xia Liang unfastened his safety buckle, and the captain stumbled to the side.

The instant the seat was free, Xia Liang sat down, not daring to waste a single second. On a plane traveling at eight hundred kilometers per hour, a moment’s delay could lead to a catastrophic failure. No one could predict what would happen next. With over one hundred passengers on board, a brief loss of balance might not doom the plane itself, but it would surely kill many of them.

The captain tried to get up but found he couldn’t. He would never have considered letting Xia Liang fly. Even if he was injured, even if he knew continuing to fly would mean bleeding to death, he would never entrust the lives of everyone on board to someone who didn’t know how to fly! But now his body had given out. He could only use this moment to rest, his eyes fixed intently on Xia Liang.

Under his watchful gaze, Xia Liang began to move, and the series of actions that followed left the captain stunned.

Xia Liang took the pilot’s seat and immediately began to assess the aircraft’s status. This is an A319-100, he recalled. Fuselage length 33.84 meters, width 3.95 meters, wingspan 34.09 meters, height 11.76 meters. Fully loaded weight is around 12 to 14 tons. Fuel capacity is about 30,000 liters. Cruising speed is Mach 0.78, or 828 kilometers per hour, with a maximum altitude of 12,000 meters and a range of 6,850 kilometers.

He had familiarized himself with these details before boarding. After all, with God-level Driving, he only needed a glance to know these specs. Besides, it wasn’t hard to find this information; the airport’s leisure magazines had a whole profile on this type of aircraft.

In a situation like this, the first step should be to engage the autopilot. But when Xia Liang looked, he saw the co-pilot’s body had smashed the autopilot system. That option was out.

There’s only one way then!

Xia Liang’s right hand closed firmly around the thrust levers, preparing to take manual control. An immense gale continued to pour in through the broken window on the right, making it impossible for Xia Liang to breathe. He had to hold his breath as he performed the initial operations. The captain, who had been pulled aside, watched in alarm. He opened his mouth to shout, but was met with a deafening roar of wind. He quickly shut his mouth. By then, Xia Liang had already taken over manual control.

To the captain’s astonishment, Xia Liang knew what he was doing. There were no jarring movements, no rookie mistakes. Could it be... he actually knows how to fly a plane?

With this doubt in his mind, he saw Xia Liang holding his breath and, as a pilot, knew it was impossible to breathe in those conditions. Pushing himself to his feet, the captain put on his own oxygen mask. He then grabbed the co-pilot’s spare mask and handed it to Xia Liang.

HUFF... HUFF... HUFF...

Putting on the mask, Xia Liang took several deep, satisfying breaths. He felt much better. Although the Gene Potion had improved his lung capacity, it hadn’t made him superhuman.

"Mmph... huff..." Since he couldn’t speak clearly, the captain made a few muffled sounds to get Xia Liang’s attention while gesturing with his hands.

Xia Liang knew what he meant, but he couldn’t afford to rush. Everything had to be done one step at a time.

Confirm altitude: 8,323 meters!

Confirm speed: 850 kilometers per hour!

Confirm descent rate: 2,943 meters per minute!

...

After confirming all the instruments, Xia Liang glanced at the co-pilot half-hanging out the window and took a breath. He turned back to the captain and gestured with his hand, shaping it like an airplane. He made a sharp diving motion, followed by a sudden, sharp pull-up.

After making the gesture, he returned his attention to the controls. The captain blinked, then his eyes widened in disbelief. His muffled voice came through the oxygen mask as he shook his head frantically. "You can’t— Mmph!"