Is This Called a Little Skill

In the sky, a large passenger jet with smoking wings was circling, gradually descending.

The forest below was the best emergency landing spot Xu Mo had chosen.

He selected this location because the trees here were numerous, dense, and sturdy, providing good cushioning.

Using this forest as a cushion for landing might not be ideal, but it was certainly better than the plane crashing directly onto the ground. At the very least, it could provide some protection and prevent the plane from smashing into the ground.

Meanwhile, the ground rescue team had already received the news and was heading towards the coordinates provided by the airport control tower.

Ambulances, fire engines, police cars, and even media vehicles were dispatched, with journalists armed with cameras and microphones, ready to document the rescue operation.

...

A plane with a missing engine was difficult to control, but fortunately, Xu Mo's skills were exceptional. Under his miraculous operation, the severely damaged passenger jet, missing one engine, landed safely in a forest.

Due to the forced landing in the forest, the plane's wings had been broken by successive collisions with trees, and the fuselage was severely deformed. The forest, too, had been almost leveled by the plane's arrival.

Most of the passengers on the plane were injured, but fortunately, there were no fatalities in this emergency landing. Everyone was safe.

After checking his own body and finding only minor injuries, Xu Mo quickly left the cockpit and addressed the passengers in the cabin.

"Before the emergency landing, I contacted the ground control tower. The rescue team will be here soon. Please stay calm and wait patiently."

Seeing Xu Mo emerge from the cockpit, a man rushed forward, his face filled with excitement as he grasped Xu Mo's hand.

"You are my savior, and the savior of all of us. If it weren't for you... we would all have died on this plane. Thank you..." As he spoke, the man began to cry, perhaps overwhelmed by the relief of surviving.

With someone taking the lead, the others also stepped forward to thank Xu Mo.

As the man had said, if not for Xu Mo, everyone on the plane would have perished.

After all, when it comes to aircraft accidents, the consequences are always catastrophic.

"You saved my life; you are my savior. Here is my business card. I have a company in Ram City. If you ever need anything, just come to me. As long as I can help, I will do it, even if it means going bankrupt!"

"I... I don't have a company, and I don't have much ability, but I have a son. You don't have a son yet, do you? How about I let you experience the joy of being a father early?" A man looked at the baby in his arms, sucking on a pacifier: "Come, son, call him godfather. This is your godfather now. If you don't behave, I'll beat you!"

Xu Mo: "???"

This child hasn't even weaned yet; do you really expect him to call me godfather? What a ridiculous idea!

"I don't have anything valuable to offer, but if you don't mind... I can offer myself..." A girl tugged at her hem, speaking shyly.

Xu Mo: "???"

Offer myself? This is getting more and more absurd!

First, someone wants to give away their son to be a godson, and now someone wants to give themselves away?

Worried that these people might come up with even more bizarre ideas, Xu Mo quickly changed the subject.

"Alright, alright, let's not focus on thanking me for now. I understand everyone's feelings, but there are still many injured people on the plane. They are the priority. Let's take care of them first!"

"I'll take care of them. I'm a doctor! If anyone is injured, raise your hand, and I'll treat you one by one." A doctor stepped forward from the crowd.

Following him, several young girls also came forward.

"We are nursing students. We'll help you!"

"Okay, thank you. Go to the cockpit. The captain and co-pilot are still inside. I'll check on their condition first."

The space inside the plane was too narrow.

To make room for the doctor to treat the patients, most of the uninjured passengers voluntarily lined up to leave the plane.

Xu Mo had also planned to leave, but he noticed that his companion Chen Ke was injured, pale and slumped in his seat. So, Xu Mo chose to stay and accompany him.

"Where are you injured? Is it serious? Do you need me to ask the doctor to check on you?"

Chen Ke shook his head: "No need. I just bumped my arm when we landed. It seems to be fractured, but it's not a life-threatening injury. I'll endure it for a while. Let him treat others first."

After speaking, Chen Ke looked at Xu Mo and finally asked the question that had been on his mind for a long time: "Can you fly a plane?"

Xu Mo thought that there was no point in hiding it anymore, so he nodded: "Yes, just a little."

He wanted to stay low-key, but his skills didn't allow it. This time, Xu Mo had no choice but to step up. If he hadn't taken control of the plane, not only the other passengers but even he himself would have ended up in the afterlife.

"You call this just a little??" Chen Ke was stunned.

Although he had never flown a plane, he had some knowledge about it.

For example, once the windshield cracked, most of the instruments in the cockpit would be damaged, making the plane difficult to control.

Another example is that a plane with a broken engine would completely lose control and end in disaster.

Xu Mo was able to circle above the forest with only one engine working, find the best landing spot, and land safely. This was far beyond just "a little" skill.

There were probably only a few people in the country who could do this!

Xu Mo's skills were more than enough to qualify him as a captain...

Facing Chen Ke's astonished expression, Xu Mo just smiled and said nothing.

The fact that he could fly a plane was a bit difficult to explain. It was better to gloss over it if possible.

If it weren't for the captain and co-pilot being knocked out by the cold and the plane suddenly losing control, Xu Mo's ability to fly would never have been exposed.

Seeing that Xu Mo didn't speak, Chen Ke recalled the events of the past and muttered to himself as he looked at Xu Mo.

"Now I understand why you dared to impersonate the captain. So you can fly a plane..."

...

Because Xu Mo had sent the coordinates of his intended landing spot to the ground control tower before the emergency landing, it saved the rescue team the trouble of searching blindly. They only needed to go to the coordinates, where the plane would surely be nearby.

Sure enough, upon arrival, the rescue team spotted the plane on the mountain, smoking.

However, since this was a forested mountain, the vehicles couldn't drive up. The rescue team had to park their vehicles by the roadside and then hike through the forest to reach the plane.

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