American Gossip King

Chapter 130 Driving

Chaos is unfolding on the plane.

When the passengers are no longer afraid of death, it would be impossible for three criminals to control so many people.

After knocking the gun away, Ian lunged directly at it.

At the same time, a bandit rushed forward to grab the gun, but just as he was about to reach it, the gun suddenly veered off course, dodging his hand, and crashed into a nearby seat under the pull of an invisible thread. Just as he was about to grab it again, two burly men pounced over and grabbed the bandit tightly.

Another bandit rushed over and stabbed a big man several times.

But the next moment, more people grabbed his arms and frantically pressed him to the ground.

Ian lunged forward to grab the gun, but Said grabbed his leg and pulled him away.

Damn!

At this moment, Said was being brutally beaten by a group of people, but he just wouldn't let go of Ian.

Ian gritted his teeth and unzipped his pants, which ripped off with a ripping sound.

Wearing white shorts, Ian lunged forward.

Unexpectedly, the plane suddenly turned and tilted to one side, causing everyone to slide to one side with a bang, and Ian was separated from his gun again.

"Get the gun!" he shouted.

However, the scene was chaotic, and the gun was spinning wildly.

Seeing that it was unlikely he could get the gun, Ian released the threads again.

The gun then drew an eerie arc in the air and landed in Ian's hand.

Fortunately, the plane was tilted at this time, so it was understandable that the gun was flying in the air. It was just that the arc of flight was unreasonable. But in this situation, who could still pay attention to whether the gun's flight was against gravity?

Ian had already grabbed the gun.

"Ah!" A man screamed in agony as he was stabbed by a bandit.

Ian turned around and shot the thug in the head.

With a sudden gunshot, the bandit fell to the ground and died.

Ian shouted, "Let them go!"

Everyone released their grip at the same time, and Sayyid charged forward, roaring, "Great Allah!"

Boom!

Two gunshots rang out, and the two bandits collapsed to the ground.

With all three bandits dead, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Ian shouted, "There are still two in the cockpit! They're going to ram! Come with me and stop them!"

As he spoke, he strode forward, passing by Shawna. He looked at Shawna and asked, "Did you record everything?"

Shauna nodded excitedly: "Yes!"

Ian smiled slightly and went over to push open the cockpit door.

But the next moment, his smile vanished.

Damn it, the door is locked.

This isn't an ordinary lock; I don't have the skills to open it myself.

He called out, "Shauna, can this door be opened?"

Shauna shook her head: "No, this is a specially made door. Once locked from the inside, it can only be opened from the inside."

One passenger shouted, "Chop it open with a fire axe!"

There was a fire axe on the plane. A burly man opened the cabinet and swung the fire axe at the door.

However, the cockpit door was made of metal, and the blow only left faint scratches.

Meanwhile, passengers in the cabin noticed the situation outside and shouted, "Oh my god! We're descending! Descending! They're going to crash into the building!!!"

Everyone was in despair, and several passengers shouted, "God! Open the door! Don't do this!"

Ian took a deep breath. Through his X-ray vision, he saw that the two pilots inside were dead, and two bandits were sitting in the cockpit, piloting the plane downhill, completely oblivious to what was happening outside.

Ian directly manipulated the hand of a dead driver with the silk threads, placed the hand on the door handle, and turned it sharply.

Then he shouted, "I'll do it!"

He kicked the door open with a thud.

The two bandits turned around in astonishment. Ian had already strode in and fired a shot at each of them, one in each eyebrow. The bullets went through the back of their heads and hit the bulkhead next to them, almost destroying the equipment.

Ian had already dragged the two dead bodies away, and the passengers who entered afterward were completely stunned by what they saw: "The driver is dead, there's no driver anymore."

"Shut up!" Ian shouted.

He rushed out of the cockpit shouting, "The bandits killed the pilot! Now the plane is unmanned! Who can fly it?"

Everyone was stunned.

Ian called out to everyone, but no one knew how to fly a plane, which made him feel disheartened.

Just then, Shauna exclaimed, "I know a little bit! My ex-boyfriend was a pilot, and he always told me all sorts of things about flying. I can contact the control tower, and they'll teach me on the spot!"

Ian was overjoyed.

Although he knew it was unreliable, he had no choice but to try it as a last resort.

Taking the camera from Shawna, he exclaimed, "Surely someone knows how to use this, right?"

The latest novel is first published here!

One of the passengers stepped forward and said, "I can, I'm a photographer."

"Take this and take pictures. Whether we live or die, we must leave behind enough memories, so that even in the face of death, we will not be afraid!"

The passenger nodded slightly, a resolute expression on his face: "Okay!"

Instead of immediately pointing the camera at Ian, he turned it to all the passengers in the cabin.

The passengers looked frightened, yet remained calm.

At this moment, fear, impulsiveness, and anger are all meaningless. Whether she can survive depends entirely on Shauna.

Ian yelled, "Everyone back in your seats and buckle up!"

Everyone complied, and Ian pulled Shauna into the cockpit, followed by the photographer.

Sunny rushed over and cried, "Boss, what can I do for you?"

Ian turned to look at Sunny and said, "You're fired."

Sunny was stunned.

Ian said, "I need a courageous secretary, not an empty vase."

As he spoke, he walked back to the passenger seat.

At this point, Shawna had already contacted the control tower, and sure enough, the tower issued an urgent call confirming that two passenger planes had crashed into the Twin Towers, causing the buildings to collapse.

After learning about the situation of Flight 77, the control tower quickly found an experienced pilot to teach Shawna how to fly the plane.

"There's a flight manual in the cabinet to your left. You'll need someone to help you read it."

Ian quickly walked over, took out the flight manual, and said, "I'm Ian Carl, and I'm now Shauna's co-pilot. Please tell us how to land this damn plane safely."

The control tower exclaimed in surprise, "Ian Karl? Ian Karl of Karl Media?"

"Yes." Ian sat in the passenger seat.

"Then you're out of luck this time."

"I've always been very lucky."

Are you sure you heard what I just said?

The control tower didn't waste any words and quickly said, "Now listen up, turn to page four of your flight manual. You need to learn how to read the instrument panel first. Tell me your fuel level, altitude..."

Shauna quickly replied, "We're at an altitude of 5,000 feet, have enough fuel, and have only been flying for 20 minutes."

Having a basic understanding is good; at least you can understand some of the instruments.

The control tower said, "Very good. Remember, there aren't many problems in the air; the real risks usually lie in takeoff and landing. Shauna, I need you to quickly familiarize yourself with all the instrument operations, and then land according to my instructions."

Shauna asked in surprise, "Aren't we landing now?"

"You need time to adjust, while you still have time!"

"May God bless you!" Shauna whispered.

(End of this chapter)