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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter Twenty Seven"

weight="139544"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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In the busy financial CBD center, every working day at 8:30 in the morning, the urban white-collar workers who were walking forward slowly seem to be wound up, walking in a hurry, rushing to the glass-walled skyscrapers.

At nine o'clock, Fucheng came to the downstairs of the building.

He is not in a hurry.

As Lina said, UAAG has a total of five members. It doesn't matter if you are late or not. And according to normal working hours, Uncle Zhuo should have just woke up.

Taking a stroll in Fucheng, surrounded by sweaty white-collar workers, there is quite a rich second-generation appearance who does not know the suffering of the world. Obviously he also suffered a lot of jealous eyes. He walked to the coffee cart downstairs and ordered a cup of coffee: "A cup of mocha, thank you."

As soon as the voice fell, I suddenly saw a familiar figure in Yu Guangli. Fucheng was startled slightly, and said: "One more cup of black coffee."

Holding two cups of coffee, Fucheng walked up and handed the black coffee to the other party. "Teacher Zhuo."

Zhuo Huan raised his eyes and saw the person coming. He was not polite, and after taking the coffee: "I don't drink black coffee."

Fucheng took out three bags of sugar and two bags of condensed milk from the bag.

Zhuo Huan glanced at him in surprise, showing a meaningful expression, a tick at the corner of his mouth, and took both the sugar and condensed milk.

The two took the elevator upstairs together.

Upon exiting the elevator, UAAG's exaggerated metal hollow signboard came into view. Lina happened to be out to water the green plants, Zhuo Huan: "Why don't you hire someone to do this."

Lina straightened up: "I like watering flowers. Are you here together?" Her gaze shifted around Zhuo Huan and Fu Cheng.

Fucheng smiled and said: "I happened to ran into it downstairs." Su Fei beckoned and called Fucheng to go over. Fucheng greeted him, and quickly stepped through the door.

Lina took the shower and looked at the thin and clean back of the black-haired young man. A cup of coffee dangled in front of her, and Lina recovered.

Zhuo Huan: "Three packets of sugar, two bags of condensed milk."

Lina: "Huh?"

Uncle Zhuo squeezed a triumphant voice from between his teeth: "Fucheng bought it for me." After speaking, he gave a look: Could this be a crush on me?

Everything is unspoken, Uncle Zhuo always adheres to the principle of tact and low-key, and doesn't like publicity. When he meant it, he strode away.

Lina: "..."

Okay, just treat it as if he really has a crush on you!

Although returning to Shanghai, the follow-up accident of Martha Flight 123 still needs to be handed over to the European side.

The direct cause of the crash was improper maintenance, which caused the aircraft's tail to fall. Masa Airlines must take responsibility and pay a certain amount of money to the pilot’s family. But of course the airlines won’t catch them all. They hired lawyers to start a long arguing with the families of the victims over the amount of compensation.

Lina: "Reid, I forwarded Mr. Gao's email to you. He would like to ask you for help. He will go to court next month to testify and explain to the jury that the cause of the Martha Flight 123 crash was the fall of the tail."

Uncle Zhuo was drinking coffee and standing by the window looking at the scenery: "No time, you go."

Lina shrugged helplessly.

All morning, Su Fei was extremely excited. He was restless, and there seemed to be a brazier under the chair, and he had to stand up and walk after sitting for a minute. In the afternoon, he finally couldn't help it: "Lina, when will the people from "Hero in the Air" come?"

Lina glanced at the itinerary: "The appointment is in the afternoon, two o'clock at the earliest, and three o'clock at the latest." She retracted her gaze and smiled: "However, in name, the person they want to interview is Reid."

Su Fei immediately turned around and said loudly, "RIP, the people from "Hero in the Air" want to interview you!"

The next moment, Zhuo Huan's voice sounded, and Su Fei followed his tone, followed by Yin and Yang strangely. The two said in unison, forming a kind of funny effect: "No time, you go." Then Su Fei answered and raised his hand: "Okay, I'll go!"

Fucheng and Old Joseph laughed together.

Zhuo Huan glanced at Su Fei: "Tsk, outstanding."

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Lina received the notification from the front desk and went downstairs to pick up the guests. Su Fei was very excited, begging Fucheng to wait with him at the elevator entrance. Seeing that the number of the elevator gradually changed from 1 to 22, and the next second that the number changed to 24, Su Fei opened his eyes expectantly with a "ding", and saw Lina turning her body sideways to let the people in the elevator go first. come out.

The indoor landscape fountain rang, and the sound of water broke the silence. Several exaggerated and luxurious metal chandeliers are reflected on the metal wall of the elevator, making them even more magnificent. A tall and thin man stood in the elevator and didn't get out because Lina gave him way. He stood upright and gestured to Lina's head to give priority to women. Lina smiled and walked out the door first, then the man walked out.

Fucheng's gaze stayed on the man in a straight suit for a moment. He raised his eyes slightly, and his gaze fell on the other's delicate and indifferent brows.

The elevator door closed behind the man. Su Fei was stunned for a while, ran over to take a look, and asked Lina, "Where's the camera? Just one person? The other people in the program group have not come up yet? You are not in the same elevator. Come up?"

Lina was surprised: "Don't you know him?"

The man's lips moved and he was about to speak, Fushiki stretched out his hand and smiled and said, "Mr. Tsuna, hello."

When Emperor Tsuna looked at Fucheng, he also stretched out his hand: "Fu Jun, hello."

Su Fei: "..."

Whoever steps on a horse depends on a big man!

As soon as the trio welcomed Emperor Zuna into the UAAG headquarters, the old Joseph recognized him at a glance, and quickly got up from the sofa and said something politely. Uncle Zhuo had been sitting in front of the computer crackling and typing, and when he heard that Emperor Tsuna was coming, he raised his eyelids and glanced at him with charity.

"Zhuo Jun."

"Tsuna-kun."

"have not seen you for a long time."

"Drink coffee whatever you want."

There were only four sentences in total, and the two did not communicate anymore.

As soon as Tsunai sat in the UAAG conference room, he only sat on the front third of the chair, his upper body stood upright, and his hands were properly placed. After Lina poured tea for him, she couldn't bear to watch the guests doing nothing, and said: "Would you like to visit UAAG, Professor Tsuna. The people in the program group haven't come yet. When they come, I will arrange for you to be the first to be interviewed."

"Thank you, trouble."

Lina took Tsuna Teichi to stroll around the UAAG headquarters.

There are a total of five people in UAAG, but the place is very large and stylish, and it is definitely not a problem for people to visit.

Fucheng was sorting out the prosecution information of Martha Flight 123, and Su Fei poked his arm and whispered: "The Tsunaiichi, why come here."

Fucheng thought for a while: "Lina said just now that "Air Catastrophe" invited UAAG and Professor Tsuna, and they will also interview Professor Tsuna."

Uncle Zhuo's lazy voice came in: "This year's World Physics Conference will be held in Shanghai this Saturday. He dropped in, so he accepted the interview by the way."

Fucheng was taken aback and looked back at Zhuo Huan.

Zhuo Huan also looked at him, the two looked at each other, Zhuo Huan laughed, and then looked down at the computer screen.

Fucheng was at a loss.

... What did Zhuo Huan's eyes mean when he looked at him?

How it feels weird.

After visiting for half an hour, the two returned to the meeting room. Before entering the meeting room, as soon as Emperor Zuna stopped, he leaned on his side, bowed his head slightly, and said in a gentle voice: "Miss Lina, is that Su Jun?"

Lina looked in his direction.

Su Fei was lying bored on the sofa and playing with his mobile phone, waiting eagerly for people from "Hero in the Air" to come to interview, just barely counting.

Lina smiled kindly: "Yes, that's Su Fei, who made a macro virus and sent it to your computer. It's him."

"Oh."

Su Fei suddenly felt cold on his back, and his whole body stood tall. Su Fei couldn't hold one of his hands firmly, and the phone slammed on his face.

"Fucking!"

While talking, Lina answered the phone. Su Fei beat a carp and looked at her expectantly regardless of the red-marked cheek. Lina smiled and nodded: "I'll go down to pick up someone. Old Joseph, please help me entertain Professor Tsuna."

"no problem!"

As soon as Lina left, Su Fei pulled Fucheng to the elevator and waited anxiously.

"Did you say that people from the show crew will give you makeup?"

"This is my second time on TV. The last time I was interviewed by the BBC and won the IMO gold medal."

"Hey, Fucheng, what are you going to say when I interview you later?"

Fucheng raised his eyebrows: "It stands to reason that UAAG only needs one person to be interviewed."

Su Fei: "Is it me?"

Fucheng smiled and was about to speak when the phone rang. Looking at the number on the phone screen, the smile on his lips condenses. Confusion, doubt, and a hint of imperceptible tension flashed in his eyes, and even Fucheng himself did not notice. He stood up straight as soon as he switched on the phone, his right hand pressed against the seam of his pants, as if he had already blended into his body's instincts, and his voice sounded quickly. Short: "Hello."

Hearing the words on the other end of the phone, Fucheng's face became more solemn.

At this time, the elevator "ding" sounded.

At the same moment, a man in a black coat also appeared at the gate of UAAG. Zhuo Huan quickly glanced across the noisy and chaotic crowd in the elevator, and in the next second, he found Fucheng. The two looked at each other, and Zhuo Huan stepped forward and grabbed his wrist without saying a word.

Lina stood in the elevator: "Reid?"

The staff of "Heroes in the Air" in the elevator: "Mr. Patrick?!"

Zhuo Huan said quickly: "Lend me the car."

Lina handed the car keys to the other person subconsciously.

Staff: "Mr. Patrick, where are you going? We want to interview you. When can you come back?"

"No comment!"

The elevator doors closed mercilessly before everyone's eyes, and everyone was at a loss with big eyes. After a while, Lina picked up the green silk scattered in her ears and smiled: "Please go here. Regarding the interviewees, Reid has arranged with me in advance. This time the UAAG is interviewed by this Fly·Su Sir. The black box that McFly had not repaired for several months was repaired by him. As we all know, the black box is the key to finding out the truth about the JAL 917 crash..."

From the 24th floor to the underground parking lot.

The elevator was extremely fast, but Fucheng felt it was extremely slow. However, no matter how anxious he was, he couldn't teleport to the parking lot directly, and Fucheng gradually calmed down. He looked at Zhuo Huan on the side: "Teacher Zhuo, you and I... are the same thing?"

Zhuo Huan: "Shencheng Dachang Airport."

Fucheng immediately sullen his face: "Yes. But I thought it was a secret of China. And you..."

"I have always been a Chinese nationality, don't you know?"

"I know, but..."

Zhuo Huan interrupted him: "Here."

The two quickly found Lina's car in the parking lot, a very cool red Ferrari. There were only two seats. Fucheng took the co-pilot. As soon as he fastened his seat belt, Zhuo Huan stepped on the accelerator. The super-high-performance engine of the sports car let out a beast-like roar, flew out and went straight to the Shanghai Dachang Airport.

At the gate of the airport, two young soldiers in military uniforms were already waiting outside.

Seeing this arrogant and beautiful red Ferrari, the two honest soldiers did not react until Zhuo Huan pressed the window of the car. The two ran over: "Mr. Zhuo?"

Zhuo Huan: "Well, he is Fucheng."

The soldier saluted Fucheng: "Major Fu."

Zhuo Huan: "Alright, take us there quickly."

"Yes!"

The gate of the airport opened slowly, and the two of them got out of the car after driving in for about half a kilometer.

A middle-aged officer in military uniform with two bars and four stars on his shoulders walked over. When Fucheng saw him, he immediately stood at attention and gave a standard military salute. The officer glanced at him, nodded, and looked at Zhuo Huan: "Mr. Zhuo, please come here temporarily. This is our first test flight. We have done many dangerous moves without any problems. I didn't expect it to be the last. , Ready to land, suddenly something happened!"

Everyone walked in together.

Zhuo Huan: "Excuse me, please explain the situation carefully."

The officer with the rank of major did not speak any more, he glanced at the major officer beside him. The latter explained in detail: "Mr. Zhuo, Fucheng, this test flight plan is code-named 3867, and I will not disclose the specific aircraft model. We have studied this fighter for four years, using the American F-22 Raptor as the prototype. Make improvements. At present, its design M number is 2.5, and the actual M number is about 2.46..."

"2.46?!" Fucheng exclaimed, and he frowned: "Major Li, Major Ji, this number is too exaggerated. I had never heard of such a fighter when I was still in service."

The M number, or Mach number, is also called the speed of sound.

One Mach is the speed of sound, and Mach 2.46 is 2.46 times the speed of sound.

At present, among the military fighter jets of various countries in the world, the fastest is the US SR71 reconnaissance aircraft, which is said to have reached a terrible speed above Mach 3. However, the US SR71 is only a reconnaissance aircraft, and in pursuit of speed, it has poor performance. It is said that it will leak oil during flight.

However, looking at the faces of Major Li and Major Ji, Fu Cheng knew that this fighter plane of China was definitely not just a garish pursuit of speed, it was a real weapon.

Major Ji continued: "This is only the theoretical speed of the laboratory. Today is our first test flight. The highest speed currently detected is Mach 2.36. The current situation is that the landing gear is jammed just before landing. Put it down normally. We tried several options, and we still don’t know the specific reasons. Now the remaining fuel of the aircraft is at most another half an hour of flying. If it fails, we can only abandon the aircraft and make an emergency landing."

Everyone has walked to the general control center of the airport.

Yes, half an hour ago, Fucheng and Zhuo Huan received a call from the Chinese Communist Party for this test flight accident.

Test flight is what every aircraft must do before it is officially put into use.

Whether it is a commercial aircraft or a military fighter jet, it must be tested in advance before it can be officially used. Seven or eight test flights are enough for some airplanes, and some even have to fly hundreds of times.

When UAAG was investigating the JAL 917 crash in Finland, it transferred a test pilot from the British Air Force.

The profession of test pilots is extremely dangerous, and they often coexist and die with their own aircraft. In 1993, China’s test pilot Liu Gang drove the plane into the air, and the plane broke up and exploded in the air. Behind every plane, there are always countless such unknown test pilots who use their lives to escort the road to the blue sky for mankind.

Colonel Li: "Mr. Zhuo, this is the fighter design information that can be made public. Take a look." Then he cast his gaze on Fucheng, standing behind Zhuo Huan, silently, and said, "Fucheng, codenamed 3867 plan. The test pilot is Duson."

Fucheng's eyes narrowed.

After a while, Fucheng calmly said: "Major, I want to know what actions the plane did after the test flight started."

In the quiet airport commander's room, Zhuo Huan sat on the sofa, constantly flipping through the design materials of the aircraft, and the paper rustled. On the other side, after listening to the whole process of the flight test, Fucheng thought for a long time and asked, "Have you tried the Inmeman maneuver?"

Major Ji was already sweating with anxiety: "I tried it, it's no use, the landing gear is still stuck."

Colonel Li looked at Fucheng steadily: "You used to be the best test pilot of our Shencheng Flight Test Brigade. We have thought about all the methods we can think of now. I invite you to come, and I want to ask you what you think."

At this time, Zhuo Huan said: "The theoretical maximum speed of the American F-22 Raptor fighter jet is Mach 2.25. I have seen part of its design drawings. As for our aircraft, judging from this design drawing, the landing gear is not There should be something wrong. The landing gear is stuck. It is very likely that the aircraft is in high-speed flight mode and the machine is stuck due to too many difficult movements at one time."

Everyone looked at him together.

Zhuo Huan stood up with a calm expression: "It's not a big problem. It's not a problem with the aircraft design. It can be improved a little later. It is a small problem. The only problem at present is...how to make the plane land safely."

With Zhuo Huan's affirmation, several officers and the designer of the aircraft were relieved.

Major Ji looked at the officer, and after being affirmed, he said: "In this case, we are ready for three choices. First, if the landing gear can be successfully lowered, of course it is best to land safely; second, the landing gear remains the same. Stuck, we were already covered with fire-fighting foam on the runway to prevent fire and the plane made an emergency landing; thirdly, we gave up the plane and let the test pilots make a parachute in the air."

Colonel Li: "Our test pilots are more precious than this plane."

Hearing this, Zhuo Huan raised his eyes and looked at Colonel Li. Slowly, his eyes swept across the faces of these officers and designers, and finally settled on Fucheng.

This is not a perfunctory and hypocritical remark.

In the hearts of these people, the life of a test pilot is far more important than a fighter jet worth hundreds of millions.

In 2014, a Chinese fighter jet crashed in a farmland in Weinan, Shaanxi. There are densely populated villages, towns and high-speed railway stations near the crash site. In order to avoid the plane crashing to a place with too many people, the pilot never chose to pop up the parachute, and flew the plane until the last moment, making heroic sacrifices.

The sacrifices made by the Chinese pilots only happened under such circumstances, and this is the only case known to Zhuo Huan. In addition, pop-up parachutes are the most popular choice for pilots.

Fucheng: "I want to talk to Du Sen."

Major Ji: "Good!"

Major Ji walked to the console and pressed the radar communication button.

The piercing electric current immediately sounded in the control center. Amidst the chaotic electric current, a young and determined voice said calmly: "Code 3867, test pilot Duson, in stable condition. I am waiting for the tower's instructions."

Fucheng pressed the communication button and said: "Code 3867, I am a former carrier-based pilot Fucheng. There are a few actions I want you to try to see if you can get the landing gear off by the inertia of gravity."

"Received, code 3867, await instructions."

Close your eyes, countless difficult movements swayed past your eyes, Fucheng opened his eyes again, and his voice was steady: "First do a vertical maneuvering high-speed integrated maneuver and low-speed integrated maneuver. When turning into the horizontal plane, increase the speed. Your top speed has reached Mach 2.3. What kind of speed should you use?

"The code name is 3867, I received it. Start the high yoyo movement."

Everyone looked up and looked out the window.

Dachang Airport is one of the three famous military airports in Shanghai. It does not have a civilian tower, and its command center is its tower. A large glass window on the entire surface provides a 360-degree view of all conditions around the airport.

In the vast blue sky, saw a triangular black fighter flying between the clouds, flying steadily. The next moment, it suddenly dived downward at a large angle, and plunged straight into the ground in a posture almost perpendicular to the ground. Then when there was only 500 meters left on the ground, a sharp right roll was made, and a sharp turn was made, and the plane climbed up again.

This terrifying action shocked many people in a cold sweat.

Major Ji: "If you do high-yoyo maneuvers normally, it is not that difficult. But now the landing gear is not fully retracted. With the landing gear halfway down, Major Fu, you must carefully consider the difficulty of these movements. Their difficulty increases. More than doubled!"

"He can do it."

Major Ji was taken aback.

Fucheng looked at the fighter outside the window without blinking: "Because he is Duson."

It's another difficult low-yoyo movement.

On the airport runway, a few soldiers held binoculars and opened their eyes to look at the landing gear of the plane. "Report to the podium, the landing gear is still stuck!"

Fucheng pressed the communication button again: "Du Sen, first make a high yoyo, and then connect a cobra maneuver."

Zhuo Huan asked in surprise: "Can you do a Cobra maneuver without the landing gear retracted?"

Fucheng: "Yes."

Zhuo Huan was dumb for a while, he couldn't help but raised his head and looked at the black-haired young man standing in the forefront.

Because of the hurried coming out, Zhuo Huan found out now that Fucheng was only wearing a thin white shirt, and he was pulled out of the UAAG headquarters. In the precipitous cold wind in December, the young man didn't say a word. At this moment, he pressed his hands on the console, his waist and hips inevitably outlined a semicircular arc.

The shirt stretched out a beautiful slender waistline, and the trousers wrapped the straight and slender legs.

And the owner of these legs seemed to be the master of the room, and everyone held their breath, waiting for him to give orders.

Zhuo Huan suddenly felt a bit dry in his throat, his lips moved, until the test pilot's "received" sounded from the radar communicator, and he suddenly woke up like a dream.

Hold.

There was nothing to do here at all, Zhuo Huan cursed in his heart and sat back on the sofa. It was the first time that he was ignored by everyone. He took out his mobile phone, looked at it for a long time, and turned to the chat history between himself and Lina.

"He has no chance in his life! 』

...Tsk.

In the vast blue sky, the young test pilot completed a difficult high yoyo, then non-stop, and then connected to a cobra maneuver: while the fighter's speed dropped sharply, the nose was pulled up suddenly, making the fighter almost stagnant in the air. . At this time, its entire fuselage rose upwards, like a cobra preparing to hunt and erecting a snake's head.

Ground personnel: "It seems to be loose! The landing gear seems to have fallen a little bit!"

In the command center, everyone was also very surprised: "Really useful?"

Fucheng's palm was already wet with sweat at this moment. He pressed the communication button and said in a calm voice: "Finally, do another high yoyo, followed by an S-breaking movement." For the first time there was a pause, Fucheng asked Said: "Du Sen, can you do it?"

The test pilot's voice was firm: "Brother, I will try my best."

"good!"

After a gorgeous and dazzling performance of difficult flying skills, in the dazzling crowd, this fighter successfully used the inertia of gravity to throw the landing gear off.

There was a burst of cheers throughout Dachang Airport.

The pilot’s life is naturally the first, and this fighter has been designed for more than 20 years and took four years to design. If it can not be damaged, it is of course the best.

After the fighter successfully landed, Colonel Li and others immediately went downstairs to greet the test pilot and check the condition of the aircraft. Zhuo Huan and Fucheng could not go to the scene.

Major Ji said ashamed: "Sorry, this is a military secret and cannot be divulged."

It's okay to take a look from a distance, but if you look at it up close, even if both of you are trustworthy, it won't work.

Major Ji: "Do you want me to send you back to Shencheng District?"

Fucheng: "No, we are here by car."

"Then I will send you downstairs."

As soon as got off the stairs, a biting cold wind came on face. Fucheng shrank his neck involuntarily, and wind poured in through his neckline. Suddenly, with a heavy load on his shoulders, Fucheng turned his head.

The black Dior coat was taken off and put on the young man.

Fucheng was surprised: "Teacher Zhuo..."

He is not at all like a genius airplane designer. The tweaks behind his head and his overly handsome and elegant eyebrows make him look more like a dazzling superstar. Zhuo Huan put his coat on Fucheng's body, rubbing his fingertips gently from the bare neck skin.

Fucheng's body suddenly stiffened, his ears were hot, but he looked up at Zhuo Huan.

Zhuo Huan's expression was indifferent, and when he looked down at him, he still looked like Uncle Zhuo's unbelievable arrogance.

"Pulling you out and forgetting to get you a piece of clothing will count as compensation."

Fucheng was silent, "It's okay." He was about to take off his coat.

Zhuo Huan sneered, "Will you give it to me if you don't wash it?"

Fucheng: "..."

Wearing it back blankly, perhaps because it was too cold and the heat at the base of the ear was blown away by the cold wind.

Fucheng's voice did not fluctuate: "I will return it to you after I wash it."

After entering the car, the air conditioner in the car was turned on, and both of them warmed up.

Fucheng looked at the coat on him, neither was wearing it or taking it off.

"Is that your younger brother?"

After a halt, Fucheng said indifferently: "Well, it's not a junior. When I first entered the Air Force training camp, the person who was my instructor was the same as Du Sen. Du Sen joined the army two years later than me. , I’ve heard his name, and he should know me. We haven’t seen it."

Zhuo Huan did not hear the youth's pretentious calm tone. He casually "Oh" said, "It's good to be a test pilot of a confidential fighter at such a young age. Who is your instructor and teaches both of you at the same time. ?"

Uncle Zhuo just asked casually, almost like a confession. He is not interested in any air force training camp instructor instructor. He quietly glanced at the young man's open neckline, and let out a sigh in his heart.

He is more interested in this now.

Fucheng clenched his fingers tensely. For a long time, he smiled: "I'm just an ordinary Air Force officer, just a captain. I don't even know Teacher Zhuo."

Yes, he didn't know many Chinese Air Force pilots. It's even more impossible for a captain of this level to know or be interested.

Wearing a coat on the car made it a little hot, Fucheng took off Zhuo Huan's coat and hugged it in his arms. He looked down at the ground, the roots of his ears and his neck connected in a smooth and beautiful arc. The tall collarbone rises and falls with every breath.

Zhuo Huan looked at it for a while, then suddenly smiled, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel: "Speaking of which, why did you suddenly retire?"

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