I Become The Richest Man With A monthly Salary of Twenty Thousand Yuan-Chapter 675 - 474 Comfort

Xia Liang didn’t need to think to understand what the captain meant; he was saying it was too dangerous.

But no matter how dangerous it was, it had to be done. Otherwise, the copilot would surely die. With such a powerful wind blasting in, one or two minutes was already the human limit. Any longer, and death was certain.

Gripping the left-side stick, Xia Liang pushed it down firmly, and the entire plane immediately began a thirty-degree nosedive.

At such a high speed, this single maneuver instantly threw the inside of the plane into disarray. He couldn’t see into the cabin, but he could guess that the majority of the passengers must have started to feel dizzy, and some of the flight attendants had probably been thrown to the floor.

But he had no other choice. It was necessary.

Xia Liang pressed his feet firmly against the rudder pedals, initiating manual yaw control. Because he had taken over manual control, no automated systems would interrupt his inputs. As the plane dove, it also began to yaw to the right.

Xia Liang’s eyes calmly stared at the display instruments in front of him, waiting for an opportunity.

"Now!"

He saw that the Primary Flight Display data had reached a sufficient deflection.

Without a second thought, Xia Liang yanked the control stick back sharply.

WHOOSH!

The captain, gripping the pilot’s seat with one hand, let out a shout as the plane abruptly shifted from a thirty-degree dive to a soaring climb.

At that exact moment, the copilot’s body went limp and started to fall back toward the cabin.

Seeing this, the captain quickly reached out, grabbed his colleague, and pulled him away from the shattered windshield, getting him back into the copilot’s seat.

"Phew..."

The copilot was safe for now. The captain grabbed an oxygen mask and placed it over the copilot’s face.

The rescued man’s face was a bruised mess of blue and purple. Countless tiny broken blood vessels were visible under his skin, all from the force of the wind.

「...」

Meanwhile, at the North-South Air Traffic Control Command Center, a middle-aged man in glasses asked anxiously, "What’s the situation?"

The commander in charge of radio communications replied, "Director, our communications are stable. All other flights have responded, but Flight 9728 is still silent. My directive was for them to turn north, but they are turning south toward a military-controlled airspace."

"Contact the Southwest Warzone Air Force Staff Department Air Control Division immediately. Sync up with them."

"Yes, sir!"

Back in the cockpit, Xia Liang breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the captain pull the copilot to safety. At least one person was saved.

The next problem was how to land the plane safely without anyone, including himself, getting hurt.

To be honest, he thought, even with his God-level Driving, this shouldn’t be a simple task. But as he glanced at the control panel and then ahead, the corner of his mouth twitched. It seems... this isn’t so hard after all...

The only real problem with the plane was the shattered front windshield. It was a serious issue, to be sure. But if he could overcome it, everything else would be manageable.

Luckily, the glass shards had been sucked into the right turbine engine. The temperatures inside were so high that the fragments couldn’t cause any harm; they simply melted. Otherwise, engine damage would have been the most devastating problem.

Now, he just needed to contact air traffic control, establish communication, and arrange for a safe landing.

Xia Liang prepared to resume control of the aircraft.

Beside him, the captain finished securing the copilot and was now checking his condition. Xia Liang glanced over. The injuries weren’t light; the man’s entire face was bruised, and one of his eyes was completely swollen shut.

BANG!

As Xia Liang was maneuvering the plane, a sudden loud noise from the cockpit door behind them drew their attention.

Given the immense wind pressure, their hearing was severely impaired. The fact that they could still hear the commotion meant it was anything but quiet.

Xia Liang gestured toward the door, looking at the captain.

The captain understood immediately. He looked up at the cockpit monitor, which displayed the area outside the door—a standard feature on every airliner allowing pilots to verify the identity of anyone trying to enter. One look was enough to make his expression turn grim, and he started to get up to go outside.

Seeing this, Xia Liang quickly pulled him back.

Under normal circumstances, with his God-level Driving, Xia Liang would have no problem flying the plane alone. But now, with the right-side windshield gone and a gale-force wind pouring in, flying solo was incredibly difficult. Most importantly, he couldn’t divert his attention to change radio frequencies and contact the ground.

You can’t just fly a plane wherever you want. While the sky is different from the ground—no roads or traffic lights—air traffic control still manages specific flight paths. If you deviate from instructions, you could easily have a mid-air collision. Worse yet, if your altitude is off, you might fly out of a cloud bank and straight into a mountain. And if your luck is truly awful, you could stray into a no-fly zone. If the military there mistakes you for a terrorist, getting shot down is a real possibility.

That’s why a copilot is essential—to constantly manage the radio and maintain contact with the ground. Seeing Xia Liang’s action, the captain understood. He made a quick hand signal in return, and Xia Liang got the message immediately.

Passengers were causing trouble and trying to break into the cockpit.