Special Forces: Rising from the Ashes of the Lone Wolf

After wandering around for a while, Lin Feng returned to the translator's seat.

It feels like they're trying to hide something obvious.

However, everyone welcomed him and gave him a warm round of applause.

"Kobayashi, you're amazing!"

Huang Qian smiled warmly and said, "After we return to China, I'll treat you to a big meal out of my own pocket."

"Director, we also want to have a big meal to calm our nerves..."

Chapter 356 Everyone get ready, parachute jump!

(Thanks to the 'Technically Skilled' leader for the monthly pass!)

We chatted and laughed, and time flew by.

The special plane was over the vast ocean.

Aside from the inherent risks, there is no possibility of a crisis!

After lunch, everyone fell asleep, still shaken by the fright.

Except for Raymond Lam, he couldn't fall asleep.

Because of the potential safety hazards, he needs to be prepared at all times.

Just then, Liu Xinran quietly walked over and stuffed a piece of chocolate into Lin Feng's mouth.

I accept the kindness, but what's the deal with being barefoot?

Sensing the scrutinizing gazes, Liu Xinran smiled charmingly and pointed to everyone who was sleeping.

I understand, walking in shoes makes a sound.

Okay, very professional, completely considerate of others.

As he waved her away, Lin Feng began chewing on chocolate...

Putting aside the fact that our military actions shocked many countries.

More than three hours of peaceful time passed.

It is 3:20 PM Kenyan time, which is 8:20 PM Beijing time.

The special plane suddenly shook violently and then tilted at a 23-degree angle.

Undoubtedly, the hidden dangers erupted, startling all the accompanying personnel.

"Director Huang, calm everyone down, everything will be alright."

"Lei Ming, you take your men to maintain order. From now on, no one is allowed to move around."

Even if you want to go to the bathroom, you have to hold it in.

"Crew, is the commander alright?"

"Report 01, we were prepared, the commander is unharmed."

"Alright," Lin Feng said without uttering another word, quickly getting up and walking diagonally toward the driver's seat.

At this moment, in the cockpit, the two captains are struggling to maintain order.

However, both engines on the left wing stopped, and due to the influence of air and gravity, they were unable to return to their normal position.

Pushing open the door, Lin Feng placed his hands on the mechanic's chair.

"How is it going? Can it be maintained?"

"The report is difficult to provide, and it's uncertain how long it can be sustained."

In view of this, Lin Feng decisively said, "Get out of the passenger seat, let me take over."

At this moment, Wang Dong was taken aback, but dared not hesitate or disobey.

I unbuckled my seatbelt and awkwardly gave up the passenger seat.

Lin Feng acted swiftly and took over the position without any delay.

There's no need to worry about seat belts or anything like that; we'll just assist Tian Minghua with the operation.

The effects were immediately apparent when he took over driving.

Although the flight attitude could not be corrected, the shaking fuselage was stabilized.

Just maintain the status quo; don't ask for or expect too much!

"Wang Dong, report the flight data."

"Report 01, speed 856 km/h, altitude 9,000, no descent."

"The left wing is tilted at about forty degrees, which increases drag."

"The two engines on the right wing are running at full capacity, and their power will continue to decrease."

"Currently, we are about a 15-minute flight from Myanmar's airspace."

"Under special circumstances, an emergency landing may be requested."

While civilian airlines can divert to airports in other countries, official planes cannot.

Because it involves a series of diplomatic matters.

The key issue is the dignity of a major power, and the leader would absolutely not allow it!

Thinking about all this, Lin Feng made a decision as the ultimate security guard.

"Turn around, pass through the old country, and fly straight to the South China Sea."

Without hesitation, Tian Minghua immediately carried out the order.

Compared to Yunnan Province, the South China Sea is closer, only half an hour away.

The premise is that the chartered plane can hold out for another half hour...

As the plane turned, Lin Feng assisted with piloting while simultaneously calling Tangshan.

"Director Tang, contact Aeon Island Airport immediately to prepare for an emergency landing."

"Contact the military headquarters to dispatch fighter jets for escort and guidance."

"Reminder: The special plane will arrive at the South China Sea front in about twenty minutes."

"Received, will communicate immediately, all done."

Aeon Island Airport, belonging to the 101st Naval Aviation Regiment, is located at the southernmost point of the motherland's sea area.

His roommate, Wu Chao, is the captain of the 101st Regiment!

Well, flying a plane at an angle is definitely very uncomfortable.

However, one cannot complain; one can only concentrate intently.

However, the continuously decreasing engine power is a cause for concern.

Tian Minghua's forehead was sweating, and even the veins on his forehead were bulging.

"01, I can sense that your driving skills far surpass mine."

"However, the continuously declining engine power is beyond human capability."

"If it decays to half, or even in the case of a stoppage."

"The special plane crashed instantly, with no possibility of recovery."

"Therefore, I request that everyone prepare to parachute."

The situation was true, and Lin Feng was also constantly monitoring the data changes on the dashboard.

"Reporting the results will cause panic and despair."

"Without someone to guide you, skydiving is almost certain death."

"In short, trust me, you will definitely make it to your destination, no problem."

Raymond Lam is right. People who can't skydive will only die faster if they jump!

Of course, preparation is still necessary.

The announcement was limited to the three leaders; other accompanying personnel were not notified.

Difficult times passed, just as the special plane arrived in the South China Sea.

Four J-10Bs roared in and made a sharp turn.

At the same time, a familiar voice came through the communicator.

"Calling a private jet, calling a private jet."

"I am Wu Chao, the squadron leader of the 1st Squadron of the 101st Regiment of the Naval Air Force."

"We are here on orders to escort the leader's special plane."

"Alert: Smoke is coming from the No. 2 engine on the right wing of the special plane, indicating a potential fire."

"Old Wu, received. Your 207 is very cool. Over."

At this moment, Wu Chao, the pilot of aircraft number 207, seemed completely bewildered.