[Because of fate, the five people who didn't know each other boarded Flight 444 together. Unfortunately, the accident that everyone expected still happened …]
[Ah, we mourn together in life, and we die in the same coffin …]
[The fate of Flight 444 involves the hearts of countless people …]
[We all want to know if the five people on Flight 444 can die in an orderly and shocking manner …]
[So …]
[Main Mission: Escape!]
Boom!
When the blood-red words "Escape" flashed in front of Irin, there was a sudden loud noise in front of him. Accompanied by a violent vibration, Irin's seat tilted down strangely!
This opening statement was filled with malice …
It was still a familiar smell.
To be honest, Irin had an inexplicable sense of nostalgia.
Flight … To Irin, it was an extremely unfamiliar word.
While the four giant towers brought about a catastrophe, they also created a "no-fly zone" that covered the entire planet.
As early as ten years ago, with the appearance of the no-fly zone, aircraft, a high-altitude transportation tool, withdrew from human life overnight and became the residue of history.
By the way, other than aircraft, all technology and firearms that relied on satellites and aviation tools lost their meaning overnight.
At the beginning of the tower era, human technology and civilization instantly regressed by a few decades.
Generally, many young people did not even have the chance to see the real thing, let alone ride on it.
This trial mission was actually on a flight of death.
Rumble!
Outside the window, bursts of thunder and lightning flashed.
It was extremely terrifying.
With a violent jolt, Irin was thrown violently. If it were not for the seat belt, Irin would have been thrown to god knows where.
Now, Irin did not have time to study what the Horseman of the Apocalypse module was. He grabbed the armrest tightly, afraid that he would be thrown out.
Bang!
A strange noise came from the cabin in front of him.
But after this sound, the violent jolt eased a little, but the entire plane began to fall diagonally downward at a certain speed!
The plane was still shaking, but compared to the beginning, it seemed to have eased a lot.
The lights in the cabin flickered as if they would be extinguished at any moment.
Irin thought for three seconds, and in those three seconds, he only did three things.
First, Irin recalled the brief description of the mission.
Secondly, he made five possible hypotheses about this trial mission.
Third, unfasten your seat belt.
Wait a minute.
Irin suddenly noticed that the clothes he was wearing now was not the black sweater he wore when he sneaked into Xiao Yang's house.
When he opened his palm, there was a scar on the back of his hand.
It was not the palm Irin was familiar with.
Irin's expression was calm as he quickly searched through the pockets of his suit.
Sure enough, he found a coin-sized piece of metal in the lining of the suit.
"Is this a 'role-playing' type of mission …?"
"If I remember correctly, this should be the style of the 'plane ticket' recorded in the history books …"
"In the past, all the facilities on the flights were based on one ticket per seat. Whether it was the emergency oxygen supply system, life jackets, or parachutes, they all needed to be swiped with the 'ticket' to open them. Ah, I got it … "
Irin muttered to himself as he pulled out a survival kit from under his seat.
Beep.
He swiped his card and opened the survival kit.
…
None
A small knife that can be used to peel fruit. Not sure who hid it in the survival kit.
…
None
One of the special features of flight 444, a parachute bag with a certain amount of history. It has not been maintained for many years. Whether or not it can be opened after jumping out depends on luck.
…
"…"
This trial mission to prepare an apostle to become an official apostle was indeed worthy of the title of "newbie graveyard" …
Irin looked at the parachute bag and could not help but smile.
Irin put away the fruit knife and carried the unreliable parachute on his back.
When he stood up from his seat, in different positions in the cabin, the other four passengers with different expressions stood up from their seats one after another.
Irin quickly scanned the four of them.
A non-mainstream young man with dyed blonde hair.
A beautiful woman in formal business attire.
A hunchback old man who looked to be in his seventies or eighties.
It was a middle-aged man who wore glasses and looked like a gentleman.
Including Irin, when the five of them stood up one after another, they all noticed each other's presence.
Suddenly!
The slightly shaking plane shook violently again. Including Irin, the five of them subconsciously grabbed onto the seat next to them and tried to maintain their balance.
Fortunately, this wave of shaking came quickly and ended quickly.
Unfortunately …
Irin's pupils contracted slightly. After the shaking, the plane tilted even more than before and formed an angle of 30 degrees from the horizontal.
"You … Did you all see those words? What is going on? Are we being kidnapped? "
A trace of panic flashed through the woman's eyes. Her white hands tightly grabbed onto the armrest and did not dare to move.
"How is this possible!" The man in glasses trembled and his teeth chattered. He could not hide the fear in his heart. "I was working overtime in the company. How could I … Am I dreaming? This is a plane! A plane that stopped operating ten years ago! "
"Heh …" The non-mainstream blonde guy laughed. "We all chose YES to come here. Since we believe in God, what is so strange about everything in front of us? Didn't you all notice the hint at the beginning? If I'm not wrong, we should have been caught by some mysterious force and brought here to complete some kind of trial … "
"I thought it was an illusion …" The woman in business attire was paralyzed. She muttered to herself, "Could it really be … God?"
The non-mainstream blonde guy glanced at the woman and licked his lips. "It doesn't matter if there is a God or not. The most important thing now is to survive! I have been in prison for two years. Now … Heh heh, rather than wasting my time in prison, it would be better to die here. "
When the woman and the man in glasses heard that the blonde guy was "summoned" from prison, they could not help but look at the blonde guy with more vigilance.
The old man with the hunchback did not say a word. He looked around. Suddenly, the old man's turbid eyes lit up slightly. He took a small red rescue hammer from the wall of the cabin.
At this time, the non-mainstream blonde guy looked at Irin who had been silent all this time. He laughed and his slightly narrowed eyes flashed with a dangerous cold light. "Brother, don't tell me you are carrying a parachute on your back!"
As soon as he finished speaking.
The man in glasses, the old man with the hunchback, and the woman in business attire could not help but look at Irin.
High altitude + plane + escape = parachute.
As long as they were not cerebral palsy, they should be able to come to this conclusion quickly.
Irin shrugged indifferently and explained the origin of the parachute.
"You should have a 'plane ticket' on you. Open the rescue box under your seat and you should be able to find it."
As Yi Lin spoke, she tried her best to maintain her balance amidst the sometimes strong and sometimes weak bumps as she walked forward.
He did not plan on parachuting.
In fact, if he did not have 100% confidence, he would not use that bit of luck to jump down from high altitude.
That was not using luck, that was risking his life.
Irin had witnessed the end of the world.
He had personally seen corpses everywhere and the city turned into ruins.
He understood the value of life more than anyone else in this era.
There was only one life.
If he died again, Irin did not dare to hope that he could be reborn again.
Therefore, when he was reborn, in order to ensure that he could kill Xiao Yang on the 8th of July in 2121 and obtain the apostle's qualification, Irin planned for 832 days.
41600 throats were slit.
26 different positions were imagined.
2542 assassination maps were imagined.
18 different plans were made.
Everything was to ensure that nothing would go wrong.
From Irin's point of view, as long as there was a plan, preparation, and plan, there would be no accidents.
In theory, it was like this.
In reality … it should be like this.
Therefore, this parachute definitely could not be jumped.
Irin suddenly remembered the 4.0 bit of luck on his panel.
He had a feeling that with this little bit of luck, if he were to jump down with an unreliable parachute bag like this …
He would die.
…
Irin walked through the tunnel. At this time, the other four people were reminded by Irin and found their "plane tickets". They hurriedly opened the survival kits.
Just as Irin passed by the glasses guy, he found that there was someone lying beside the glasses guy.
To be precise, it was an unconscious person.
The glasses guy opened the survival kit and noticed Irin's gaze. He hurriedly waved his hand and said, "No, it's not my fault. I don't know him. Just now, he unfastened his seat belt and the plane shook. His head hit the roof of the cabin and he fainted …"
As expected, near the luggage rack, there was a faint trace of blood.
Irin originally did not want to care. However, after thinking about it, he still approached the unconscious man and checked his breathing. His breathing was weak. Although it seemed like he was still alive, he was not far from death.
"I found it!"
At this time, the woman found a parachute bag. She cried tears of joy and directly carried it on her back.
Irin inadvertently looked back.
Well, it should be the same model.
An old parachute bag.
"This parachute bag … actually has a text description!"
A trace of surprise flashed in the woman's eyes. Many items in the Otherworld would be digitized. This was a magical experience for newcomers.
For Irin who was not surprised, naturally, there was no surprise to speak of.
When the business attire beauty found the parachute bag, the non-mainstream blonde stood up from his seat with a gloomy face.
He was holding a helmet in his hand … and a life jacket.
It looked like a motorcycle helmet.
What was the use of it in this situation?
Landing with the head?
As for the life jacket …
It was obvious that in a situation without a parachute, jumping down with a life jacket would only make the body float up.
No wonder the blonde blonde's forehead was dark. It was a hidden omen.
The hunchbacked old man helplessly found a life jacket and … a bottle of coconut juice in the survival kit.
Looking at the rusty can, it was unknown if it had expired.
"No, I don't have a parachute here!"
The glasses guy's face was pale. His hands were empty.
"Interesting …"
Irin's mouth slightly curled up.
In other words …
Now, on this Death Flight 444 that was falling.
There were five survivors.
And the unreliable parachute bag …
There were only two!
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