Chapter 4542: Brightest Day (VIII)

Now it seemed that only a water landing was left. The cabin also became silent, and it seemed that everyone understood that they had no other choice. Schiller retreated backward, came to the junction of the business class and the first class, and watched the movements of the business class and the economy class.

A water landing of a plane was not that easy. First, the landing posture must be very stable, a little bit of difference, and it might turn from a forced landing into a dive. Second, you couldn't leave the plane immediately after the forced landing, after all, you couldn't row a boat to find land, but had to wait for rescue.

The problem was whether the hijackers or the rescue would come first. If it were in any other sea area, it would basically be the latter. But the Straits of Tiran might not be. The rescue of the countries around this circle was probably no different from the hijackers.

And once it was the hijackers who came, the people on the plane would have no way to escape. Even if everyone was killed, it could be completely disguised as a rescue error. After all, it was on the high seas now, and it was normal to have some dangerous wind and waves. A normal airline wouldn't dare to check these countries.

Schiller sighed and said: "How much fuel is left?"

"It can support at most three hours of flight." The purser said.

The cabin boiled again, because if there were three hours of flight time, they could completely go to the Indian Ocean for a forced landing. That place was much safer than the Straits of Tiran or the Red Sea.

"Go to the Red Sea." Schiller said.

The cabin immediately erupted in doubt, and Schiller could only explain: "Don't forget, there are hijackers on the plane. We are now diverting to the Indian Ocean, and he will take action in the next second. Either destroy the plane or hijack hostages. We will eventually have to go to the Red Sea for a forced landing."

This problem was a bit controversial, because it was known that the hijackers were in the economy class, and hijacking could only hijack people in the economy class. People in the business class wanted to be irrelevant and hang high. But this logic obviously didn't make sense, because the one who finally decided the plane's heading was the pilot. As long as there were passengers hijacked, he could only listen to the hijackers, regardless of economy class or business class.

Finally, the fate of the plane was decided. They were going to make a forced landing, but not in the Straits of Tiran, but directly on the Red Sea. But this was not much better, because no matter where they landed, they were not far from accident-prone areas. If someone really wanted to take action, it would just be a few more steps.

Soon, the plane flew over the Red Sea and landed on the sea in an extremely stable posture, which showed that the pilot was quite experienced. Schiller retreated backward and came to the cabin door, watching the movements of the business class and the economy class.

The flight attendants were busy. They had to put down the life-saving channel and prepare the lifeboats. These were on the plane and could accommodate all the passengers. It's just that the lifeboats were unpowered, so you couldn't count on them to reach the shore, and could only provide a place for people to stay temporarily.

But being able to leave the plane was already a blessing. After the channel was built, no one was pretentious, and everyone put on their equipment and slid down at the fastest speed, while praying that the hijackers wouldn't be on the same boat as themselves.

All passengers had evacuated, and the flight crew also began to walk out. The purser looked back at Schiller and gave him a look, and Schiller frowned slightly.

He looked back at the direction of the cockpit, and not long after, the three people inside the cockpit also walked out.

The leading captain was a tall middle-aged man, and the remaining two were very young. He glanced at Schiller when he passed by him, and his hand behind his back gestured the number "4" to him.

To avoid being misunderstood, he also specifically shook his fingers. This made Schiller clear that he was specifically gesturing to himself. What did this mean?

The pilots had just left the plane, and the gun went off outside. Schiller closed his eyes hard. He walked to the cabin door and poked his head out to look. Because his hearing was impaired, he couldn't judge whether it hit by the sound of the gun. But looking at the sea surface nearby without blood, it proved that it should not have hit anyone.

Then there was the sound of speedboats and ships' engines. It sounded very blurry. Schiller had to poke his head out and look again. Several boats were approaching, and they were not warships. It seemed to be pirates or anti-government forces.

Of course it would be them. The people who took action were not stupid, sending their own country's army over, wouldn't it be a bright card? But if they put on a pirate skin, it would be convenient to throw the pot.

The people on the boat were communicating with the flight crew, but obviously it didn't go smoothly, and soon someone came down with a gun to drive them onto the boat. And someone asked if there was anyone left on the plane—this was all Schiller's speculation, because he couldn't hear anything at all—and it wasn't that someone betrayed him, but that some passengers were stained with blood, and even hijacker fragments. That obviously couldn't be hit by a rifle, and even a fool knew there was something tricky.

Sure enough, several bearded men with guns began to walk toward the plane. Schiller began to think of countermeasures. He couldn't resist, but once the other party found that they couldn't control him, they would definitely hijack hostages and force him to appear. That would be really troublesome.

It would be best to escape now. But the Red Sea, although not big, couldn't be swum directly to Egypt. Jumping into the sea now was no different from suicide. These people were also very professional, the life-saving channel had been completely blocked, and it was impossible to rush over to snatch the boat directly.

Suddenly, an extremely bold idea appeared in Schiller's mind. The captain's gesture flashed in his mind.

Schiller didn't hesitate anymore and rushed toward the cockpit at the fastest speed. He pointed the revolver at the air in the preparation room and fired a shot. With a "bang," not only did it make Schiller feel dizzy again, but it also had an impact on the hijackers who had just boarded the plane.

They were shocked and covered their ears. And this gunshot was like a secret signal. The sturdy door of the cockpit actually opened. Schiller flashed in and locked the door, seeing an old man with gray hair sitting in the cockpit. The other party grinned: "I am the captain."

Schiller understood. When those three people walked out before, he had some doubts. Mainly because they were too young, and didn't look like pilots with fighter jet flying experience. The leading middle-aged man was too tall, couldn't fly a fighter jet, and the two behind were a bit too young, looking like they had no experience.

And being able to make such a large plane land on the water perfectly in such an emergency, it was absolutely impossible to do it with only civil aviation flying experience. Those three people were not the real captains flying the plane, it was possible that they were co-pilots and trainees. The real captain had never left the cockpit.

This was why the leading middle-aged man gestured "4" to him. This was telling Schiller that there were four people in the cockpit.

Generally speaking, there are three people in the cockpit of civil aviation, but it depends on the airline's requirements. Precisely because of this, it confused the hijackers hiding among the passengers. He thought there were only three in the cockpit, and they all came down. There was only one Schiller on the plane, so he felt relieved to let others board the plane.

Sure enough. Finding that Schiller actually entered the cockpit, the others were stunned. You know, because hijacking incidents occurred frequently, the safety door of the modern cockpit is very thick. It is difficult to open without professional equipment, and even with professional equipment, it may not be cut open. Even with large-caliber firearms, it is difficult to penetrate. After entering, it is no different from staying in a bank vault.

Of course, this is when flying in the sky. Because when flying in the sky, no one can attack the plane from the front, and it is impossible to break the front glass to enter. But now it is on the sea, and the plane has already made a forced landing. The hijackers don't need to break into the safety door at all, they only need to attack the glass of the cockpit from the front.

They obviously thought of this point too, and ran down in a hurry. But the white-bearded old captain seemed a bit puzzled, because he waited there for a long time, and the hijackers didn't climb up.

Schiller sat in the co-pilot's seat to recover his strength. He shook the revolver in his hand. The old man raised his eyebrows and said: "You are the one who made such a big noise with this?"

Schiller's hearing had now dropped to the lowest, he could only hear a few words with higher tones, but he could roughly guess what the captain meant. He nodded.

"Can I see it?" The captain asked.

Schiller shook his head and said: "This thing is very powerful, if you fire a shot, the whole arm might be abolished."

"Okay, then I can only use this." The captain directly took out a gun from under his seat.

It is normal for some passenger plane cockpits to be equipped with guns, but they are usually pistols, used for pilots to defend themselves. Perhaps some will be equipped with rifles, but very few. But there will absolutely be no airline that equips the plane with sniper rifles, or bolt-action sniper rifles. It seems that this super magnum should be the old man's private collection.

It is indeed worthy of being a captain who can fly the Egypt route. Schiller turned his head back and breathed lightly. He now had numbness in half of his body, and there was no sign of hearing recovery. If all this was because he bit his own tail, he must make someone look good when he returns to the high tower.

The plane had begun to sink. The sinking time of the plane after a water landing was only about 90 seconds, and they extended it by more than double this time. Mainly because this forced landing was too perfect, neither the head entered the water first, nor the tail entered the water first, but landed on the water surface very balanced. This led to the plane sinking as a whole, and the sinking speed was also slower than the original.

There was another most important reason, which was that their wave of gunfights didn't hit the plane and leak. Otherwise, it might also...

Thinking of this, Schiller suddenly had a way. He turned to the captain and said: "Put on the life jacket."

The sinking speed of the plane began to accelerate gradually. Those hijackers didn't dare to come up again, after all, it was easy to sink with the plane if they were not careful. After sinking into the water, it was not something they could control.

It seemed that it was precisely because the plane began to sink that they felt that the people on the plane couldn't survive, so they prepared to drive the boat away. After all, such a big thing sinking, the power generated by stirring the water flow was not to be underestimated, and there was no benefit in being too close.

Accompanied by the cockpit gradually sinking into the water, they finally seemed to be relieved. But they still waited for a while, determined that the plane had sunk very deep, before turning and leaving.

And Schiller, who had accompanied the cockpit sinking more than ten meters underwater, took out the powerful revolver and fired a shot at the cockpit glass. The glass shattered in response, and seawater instantly poured in. After filling the entire cockpit, the internal and external water pressure balanced, and Schiller took the captain and swam out. ===== CHAPTER 4543 =====