After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 1753 - 473: Kevin, Kevin, Kevin—Kevin the Pilot
"Is there any way we can get back to Malpensa Airport?"
Huang Kaiwen asked.
"I don’t think we can hold out that long."
The co-pilot said with a grim expression.
"Alright, what’s your name?"
Huang Kaiwen asked.
"Stefan Schmidt."
The co-pilot replied.
"OK, German guy, now tell me, what should I do?"
Huang Kaiwen asked.
Just a little small talk to ease the tension, so our heads don’t get too messed up.
"Damn it, how would I know what to do..."
Schmidt hadn’t finished speaking when he got a hard punch to the head.
Huang Kaiwen spread his hands, half crying, half laughing. If they knocked the co-pilot out, everyone might be doomed today.
The stewardess obviously knew this too, and she scolded angrily: "Who do you think you are!"
Ramos, hands in his pockets, said: "Sergio Ramos, a player."
Huang Kaiwen:...
How come he never realized his good friend was so humorous before.
Could it be that under the threat of death, everyone turns into a comedy master?
If they can make it back alive, Huang Kaiwen will definitely watch the end of "Conan" with Ramos.
The punch seemed to make Stefan Schmidt calm down instead.
He worked for Emirates Airline for the money, and he had to think about his wife and kids even if not for himself.
Schmidt said: "With the current situation, there’s no way we can hold out until Milan airport, we have to find a place to make an emergency landing nearby."
"How about at sea?"
Ramos casually suggested.
"Sergio, if there’s any other option, we definitely can’t land at sea."
Huang Kaiwen quickly explained: "The ocean surface is equivalent to being more uneven than land at high speeds, it’s easy for the plane to disintegrate, as shown in air disaster movies."
"Yes, at least Hollywood didn’t lie about that!"
Schmidt said.
"Didn’t know you were a humorous German."
Huang Kaiwen turned his head, smiling: "That’s a good start."
"But it’s not as good as you think."
Schmidt said with a bitter smile: "The engine is on fire, we have to make an emergency landing, there’s no time."
"Where is this?"
Huang Kaiwen asked.
"Near Camoli, I didn’t realize it was so bad before, still trying to return."
Co-pilot Schmidt said with a bitter smile.
Huang Kaiwen immediately knew how bad the situation was now.
Camoli is a small town near Genoa.
The key is it’s hard to find a suitable place to make an emergency landing in such areas.
"Can we hold out until Genoa?"
Huang Kaiwen asked.
Schmidt shook his head, squeezing out a smile: "I didn’t expect to work with a big sports star, right now we need to circle in the air, try to dump more fuel."
"To prevent explosion, Schmidt?"
Huang Kaiwen asked quickly.
"Yes, oh my, you really nailed it. But I’m really sorry to tell you, we’re not dumping fuel that fast, doing this is just giving ourselves a reason to believe we can survive... Kevin, if you don’t play football, you might consider flying a plane."
"If we can make it back alive!"
Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.
He hoped to use emotions to infect Schmidt, also to relax himself.
Even though he used the [Immunity Card], his good friend Ramos is still here, there’s still many passengers on the plane, Huang Kaiwen really couldn’t be calm.
Huang Kaiwen even dared not imagine what it would be like if Ramos died in front of him.
Schmidt gave a thumbs up.
"Kevin!"
The stewardess said with an ugly expression: "There’s chaos in the cabin, passengers have already seen the engine on fire."
"How to adjust the frequency?"
Huang Kaiwen asked.
Besides the broadcast equipment in the service area where the stewardess is at, the cockpit should be able to broadcast directly.
Schmidt pointed at the dashboard: "Left side, yeah, press down and speak."
"Hi..."
The flight attendant nodded at Huang Kaiwen.
Huang Kaiwen continued, "Hello, I am Kevin, player number 10 of AC Milan. I’m sure you all have seen what’s happening. I can tell you, not only does the plane have a malfunction, but the captain also had a heart attack. We are facing a life-and-death moment. However... please return to your seats, this is my request, please! The co-pilot and I are making our last efforts together. Please go back to your seats, fasten your seat belts, and pray silently. Leave the rest to God."
In such a situation, Huang Kaiwen couldn’t say much more.
But his words had an effect.
At such a dangerous moment, Huang Kaiwen’s calm tone gave them a lot of confidence.
The fans instinctively chose to trust Huang Kaiwen because of his day-to-day victories.
Even though they had moved from the field to the plane, they still trusted Huang Kaiwen.
They didn’t even bother to think about what a player could do in such a situation.
The remaining flight attendants hurried to clear the cabin of dangerous items.
Even a pen could cause a fatal injury during an emergency landing.
As for distributing paper and pens to write last letters, that was out of the question.
There was already commotion on the beach. If they were just circling, tourists might have some guesses, but with the engines on the wings on fire, anyone could see the situation.
Inzaghi cursed as he got up from the sunbed.
Even on a beach vacation, he could run into something like this.
He wondered who those unlucky souls were.
Inzaghi decided to go back and ask if Huang Kaiwen wanted a donation to his foundation.
In the cockpit.
Schmidt said seriously, "We can’t hold on any longer. We must make an emergency landing next. When I shout ’lift,’ you pull the control stick!"
"And then?"
Huang Kaiwen asked.
"Then leave it to God!"
Schmidt answered Huang Kaiwen with his own words.
Damn!!!
Huang Kaiwen suddenly thought of a problem, he damn well had a trait!
Kindness pays off!
When others hold goodwill towards the Yellow Ball King, there’s a certain probability that more fortunate things will happen.
In this cockpit, Ramos was the kindest to the Yellow Ball King, so good brother Ramos was very lucky!
"Sergio..."
Huang Kaiwen said.
"Kevin?"
Ramos asked softly.
His tone was very calm, not as fearful as he thought he would be.
Ramos was very curious about what Huang Kaiwen would say in this situation.
"You pull it!"
No sooner had Huang Kaiwen finished speaking.
Schmidt shouted, "Lift it up!"
"Pull the control stick!"
Huang Kaiwen urged.
Not understanding why, Ramos chose to trust Huang Kaiwen and reached to grip the control stick, pulling it up hard.
Schmidt stared hard ahead, murmuring, "Don’t break apart, don’t break apart, don’t break apart..."
The whole plane went into a massive vibration over the sea, and Ramos almost bounced up to the ceiling, but Huang Kaiwen reached over, grabbed him, and pressed him firmly onto the seat back.
It felt like an eternity.
The plane finally calmed down.
Schmidt turned his eyes wide open, looked at Huang Kaiwen and Ramos, and shouted in surprise, "We survived, this is simply a miracle!"
"Huh."
A battered Ramos spat out bloody saliva; his mouth was cut by his teeth, yet he still raised his head and said, "In Italy, Kevin is the only god."
The efficiency of Italy’s government departments was still very poor.
Fortunately, nearby boat owners and tourists volunteered for the rescue.
On the speedboat, with a complex expression, Schmidt looked back at the plane and said, "I don’t know, maybe you really are a god. Otherwise, there’s no way to explain why the aircraft stayed so intact, and the engine fire went out, and we didn’t die in an explosion."
"Who knows."
Huang Kaiwen replied with a smile.
Unlike earlier when he was encouraging Schmidt, he was now in a very good mood.
Successfully landing, with Ramos and the other passengers all surviving, already made Huang Kaiwen very satisfied.
Inzaghi, watching the excitement from the shore, felt a familiar shadow on the boat. He rubbed his eyes hard to make sure he wasn’t seeing things.
Just earlier he was mentioning it, and now he saw him so soon.
Inzaghi waved hard at the boat.
Suddenly he realized it, damn, Huang Kaiwen was just on that plane!
Bang——
Suddenly, Inzaghi’s mind went blank, and he fell straight backwards, fainting.
