The captain shouted from behind, "Brake!"
Xia Liang didn't need to be told what to do.
Have you ever risked your life for yourself and for others?
Xia Liang's hands clenched the controls. He channeled the strength from his arms into his legs, pressing the pedals down with all his might. The landing gear was stressed to its limit, but the plane still refused to stop.
BANG!
A loud noise erupted from beneath the plane, followed by a thick cloud of white smoke. The tires were depressurizing from the extreme heat.
One down. No problem.
Flight 9827 was an Airbus A319. Aside from the nose gear, it had four main wheels in the back. Losing one was manageable.
BANG!
But then, as if fate wanted to test Xia Liang's nerve, a second tire blew out with another loud bang and a plume of dense white smoke.
Even Xia Liang frowned. It seemed all his bad luck was concentrated into a single day.
