571: Chapter 560: Lost Contact [10 Chapters] 571: Chapter 560: Lost Contact [10 Chapters] On the African continent, a Boeing 787 was presenting an incredibly crazy scene.
This was also the craziest thing A-Yu and A-Dian had ever done, piloting a large airliner to make an emergency landing in such a hostile environment.
If A-Dian hadn’t been lucky enough to spot a relatively flatter plain, he probably would have been writing his will by now.
At an altitude of five hundred meters, the plane began to dive, a sensation of weightlessness came over them.
As they got closer and closer to the ground, the landing gear was deployed, and the massive airliner plunged down with an overwhelming sense of oppression.
An hour ago, this flight had lost contact, and with the captain, co-pilot, and all the maintenance crew poisoned, compounded by the shortage of fuel, they had no choice but to make an emergency landing; returning to the airport was not an option.
“Hoo-hoo-hoo—”
A-Dian’s face, with an oxygen mask strapped on, was sweating profusely, and he didn’t dare to relax even for a moment, as his heart muscles were all tensed up.
The tension aboard the plane grew as the sense of freefall became increasingly apparent, and everyone’s heart rate started to accelerate.
Numerous people were praying that they would survive, and clearly, the ones under the greatest pressure at this moment were A-Yu and A-Dian, the two individuals piloting the large airliner.
Taking the place of the captain, A-Dian had many things to consider.
Frankly, piloting the Boeing 787 was already a huge effort, and attempting to land now was a desperate gamble.
Fortunately, A-Yu, who acted as his co-pilot, was highly in sync with him.
If it had been someone else, the pressure on A-Dian would have been even greater.
As the landing gear touched the ground, the fuselage slowly shifted from a tilt to a parallel position relative to the surface, followed by intense bumping.
A sharp grating sound occurred as the plane slid on the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.
Passengers on the plane all closed their eyes; the jolting of the aircraft felt as if it were a harbinger of death, bringing a wave of despair to many.
“Steady, keep it steady!!!”
Sweat poured down the faces of A-Dian and A-Yu, who could only pray that there were no noticeable potholes on the ground, as they could not withstand such a shock.
The speed of the plane’s slide on the runway slowly eased, and with the moment it finally came to a stop, a deafening cheer erupted from within the aircraft.
Countless people unbuckled their seat belts and stood up, shouting and crying with excitement.
A-Yu removed her oxygen mask, took a long breath, then activated the announcement system, her voice unable to conceal her agitation, “Ladies and gentlemen, we have landed safely.
Please remain inside the aircraft and do not move about recklessly; please patiently wait for the United Nations’ rescue…”
A-Yu’s words were undoubtedly a huge relief to the ordinary people aboard the plane.
“Damn!!!!”
A-Dian punched the control panel with excitement, his clothes drenched with sweat.
The successful landing finally allowed him to relax the tightly wound string in his heart, and as it did, he let out a loud shout as a release.
After exchanging a glance, the two in the cockpit immediately unbuckled their seat belts and proceeded to lower the cargo hold doors.
In the first-class cabin, Xu Ruolan had just heaved a sigh of relief when A-Feng, sitting next to her, hurriedly reminded her, “Miss Xu, it’s time for us to go!”
Go?
Where to now, when they were on the African savannah—where could they possibly go?!
Xu Ruolan had no time to think further.
Following A-Feng’s advice, she quickly unbuckled her seat belt and followed A-Feng and A-Lei.
Meanwhile, A-Dian and A-Yu also joined them.
“Get out through the cargo hold, we need to hurry!”
The four of them surrounded Xu Ruolan in the middle and proceeded toward the cargo hold.
Africa is the Fang Guild’s territory; they have eyes everywhere.
Since the plane had already made an emergency landing here, the first on the scene would definitely not be rescue organizations like the United Nations; it’s very likely that the Fang Guild would arrive first.
Although the plane had safely landed, they couldn’t let their guard down just yet, for they were about to face the overlord of Africa, the Fang Guild.
The excited passengers were currently crying tears of joy and hadn’t noticed that five people had left them, and even if someone had noticed, they didn’t pay any mind.
Compared to the dangerous land, they preferred to stay here and wait for the rescue of international organizations.
The cargo door had been lowered, and a group of people quickly left, heading into the jungle.
They avoided open areas as much as possible.
“Did you bring the satellite phone?” Ayu, walking beside Xu Ruolan, asked the person ahead, Alei.
“To contact Ning Fan?”
“Let’s contact him on the move…”
“Understood!”
Alei parted the dense brush and stepped on a rotten branch.
The entire jungle was eerily silent.
He held the satellite phone in one hand, trying to get in touch with Ning Fan, but after several attempts, the signal kept failing.
“How can there be no signal?!” Alei complained, a flash of confusion in his eyes.
Upon hearing this, Ayu frowned and subconsciously scanned the surroundings, sensing something was amiss.
The jungle was unnaturally quiet.
There should be many animals around, but they had encountered none so far.
“Stay alert, something’s off!” Ayu warned.
“Ah, it seems we’ve been under their watchful eye since we came down…” Afeng showed a wry smile, a drop of cold sweat running down his forehead.
Rustle, rustle—
Suddenly, a noisy disturbance came from all around, and the thick underbrush began to stir.
Feng, Yu, Lei and Dian immediately positioned themselves to protect Xu Ruolan, forming a tight circle as they watched their surroundings with the utmost caution.
“We’ve finally found our guests…” A cold voice emanated from behind the bushes as a person dressed in a leather trench coat, wearing a lion mask, emerged.
Following this, numerous warriors of the Fang Guild started to appear from all around.
They were either standing on the ground or crouching high in the trees, numerous and exuding a bone-chilling murderous intent.
A suffocating atmosphere began to rise, and Feng, Yu, Lei, and Dian felt an immense pressure bearing down on them.
“Dear guests, we have kept your seats ready, please!”
The leader with the lion mask coldly watched Xu Ruolan and her companions, all the while making a mockingly polite gesture with his hand.
Their faces grew somber, surrounded like this, there was no way they could break through.
Were they to sit and await their demise?
“I will go with you, but you must ensure their safety!”
Suddenly, Xu Ruolan stepped forward, staring down the masked assassin with neither servility nor arrogance.
The moment she spoke, not only did the lead assassin show some interest in Xu Ruolan, but Feng, Yu, Lei, and Dian were also astounded.
“Hahaha, indeed you are a distinguished guest invited by Lord Apollo himself.
You see the situation more clearly than they do!”
“[I’ve been writing overnight until nine in the morning, rushing to update this for everyone before ten o’clock.
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