NOVEL WEB Chapter 566 (4k) Sky Catastrophe (Part )
Chapter 566 (4k) Sky Catastrophe (Part )
At this moment, Conan felt that autonomous driving was truly the greatest invention of mankind. Fortunately, after the plane took off, there was autonomous driving to protect these guys, otherwise the plane would have crashed to the ground sooner or later, and everyone on board would have died.
"If the plane crashes, even if you and Tuji don't die, the hundreds of passengers on the plane will definitely not be able to escape. Aren't you worried about this?" Conan couldn't help but complain to Martin.
Martin looked back at the door connecting to the cabin: "Is Xiaolan also on the plane?"
"No, the only people you know on the plane are me, Uncle Kogoro, and the original owner of the gem ring, Miss Makiri." After Conan finished speaking, he suddenly looked at Martin, who looked relieved, with alertness: "Besides Xiaolan, wouldn't you worry about me and Uncle?"
Martin said nothing, but answered Conan's question with a calm smile.
"You'll... worry about us, right?"
Martin still didn't say anything, but his peaceful smile said it all.
Conan finally faced reality.
"Yeah, let me take a look at the dashboard." Conan sighed, walked around Grummartin and Rabbit, and stood between the two passenger seats to check the dashboard.
Sure enough, many indicator lights were indicating errors. The two Minions probably thought the color red was very festive.
"The landing gear has been retracted... the automatic retraction system has also been turned on... 'Captain', please help set the handle with the word FLAPS to the 0 position, so that the slat locking function will work."
What Conan learned in Hawaii were small single-seater aircraft. As for large passenger aircraft, he gained some theoretical knowledge, but not much.
Martin watched as Conan had half taken over the plane, and felt that the plot still ended with Conan flying the plane.
"There are two problems now. First, although most of the alarms have been eliminated, there are still some alarms that I don't understand what they mean, and I don't know what hidden dangers they may cause." Conan took Kevin's flight manual and flipped through it while saying, "Another equally serious problem is that there is not enough fuel."
"What, oil leak?"
"What's the oil leaking?" Conan was speechless. "It just didn't carry that much oil. It takes at least 13 hours to fly from Japan to the United States. When cruising at full load, it consumes 12 tons of fuel per hour, and 10 tons when the weight is lighter. In addition, it consumes an additional 10 tons of fuel for takeoff. Even if everything goes well, it will consume 160 tons of fuel."
"It appears. It's the great detective's wonderful science time... How much fuel do we have left?"
"There are only 25 tons left. I guess the plane was only loaded with 45 tons of fuel at the beginning, which is enough for a round trip between Tokyo and Sapporo. But your takeoff method consumes much more fuel than a normal takeoff."
"It doesn't sound like it's enough." Martin thought for a moment and said, "Can we order an aerial refueling service now?"
"Do you think this is pizza delivery?" Conan rolled his eyes. "Aerial refueling is for fighter jets. The Boeing 747 doesn't have this design... So why did you rob this plane? You can't rob it... Bah! You should go find an international flight, right?"
Conan was so angry that he almost said something he shouldn't have said and asked Martin to grab other planes.
"As soon as I saw it was a Boeing 747, I thought it was an international flight! I boarded from outside and couldn't see where it was flying to on the boarding gate." Martin complained, "And in China, only the first-tier cities that connect to each other and fly north and south and east and west can see 747s. I never thought that domestic flights in your small country would use such a big plane."
"Thank you, not only can it be used, but this 747-400d is also a custom-made model for flying in Japan." Conan said melancholy, looking back at the real captain and co-pilot who were still tied to the ground and gagged, with frightened faces: "So I suggest you untie these two pilots and let them fly the plane, and now return to Haneda Airport to think of another way."
"You're great detective." Martin suddenly realized, "I was wondering why you were so kind to help me fly the plane, but now you're trying to persuade me to turn myself in!"
"I'm saving myself." Conan rolled his eyes: "If you keep messing around like this, this plane will definitely crash."
"I admit that I was in a bad mood today and didn't think things through before I did anything." Martin shrugged. "But even if the plane crashed, it was someone's fate. You can't blame me."
"If I can't blame you, then can I blame myself?" Conan asked back, then was stunned: "You mean... this is the original plot?"
Martin nodded. "Well, although I can't remember most of it, the original plot was that you would come here to fly a plane, and then the plane would crash and make an emergency landing. It seemed that you stopped on some unfinished artificial island... No, stopping on an artificial island is a plot from the past. I forgot where you stopped."
"Impossible? If you hadn't messed around, why was it my turn to fly the plane when there were two pilots here?" Conan could tell the difference between Martin's jokes and the truth, but he felt incredible.
"I can't remember what I said. Maybe I was accidentally injured by the murderer's AOE and was taken away with the deceased?"
The captain and co-pilot who were gagged and tied to the ground: Although I can't understand what they are saying, I am scared now, very scared.
"There are still murderers and victims?" Conan looked at the cockpit and then the cabin. For a moment, he didn't know which direction to run to first. "Are you really not going to return? If we continue like this, even if nothing else happens, we will run out of fuel and crash into the Pacific Ocean."
"Emm..." Martin was thinking.
From Conan's perspective, there is really no other way, but Martin can consider it from other directions.
The Gru that he transformed into has certain scientific research capabilities. Together with the Minions, perhaps they can dismantle this 747 and rebuild a new aircraft with an optimized energy structure?
But most of the Minions were left at home by him, so he only brought three Minions out. He was a bit stretched. After all, it took hundreds of Minions working together for two hours to build the spaceship in the morning, and now the remaining fuel was only enough for two hours.
As for other energy sources...Martin touched his pocket. There was a freezing ray gun and a particle beam gun. Although they were black-tech batteries, their calorific value was not as high as hundreds of tons of aviation fuel.
What about changing it to human-powered? Martin imagined the scene of all the passengers on the plane riding bicycles to drive the plane. Emmm... Let's keep it as an alternative plan for now.
If you can't find the answer in today's transformation... it's not even 14 hours yet, and you can't transform by sleeping, then give yourself a shot? Or a few shots?
If you still can't find a solution to the problem after several transformations, you can actually ask for help.
For example, remember to ask your future self to use a time machine to rescue; for example, contact Suzuha and Doraemon; for example, Ma Jia, I don’t know if he has any way, but because he doesn’t like Ma Jia, Martin will not consider looking for him unless it is absolutely necessary.
Generally speaking, it is not necessary to return home, and there are still some options worth trying.
But just as Martin was about to order Kevin and Stuart to dismantle the plane and begin the modification, a hissing sound suddenly came from the plane radio.
We have already gone beyond the effective communication distance with the airport control tower. Could there be another plane nearby?
The sound gradually became clearer, and a young man's cheerful voice came: "Hey! Gru! I found you!" "?" Conan looked at Martin: "Looking for you?"
"What does his search for Gru have to do with me, Martin?"
Having said that, the man's voice did not sound kind, but rather evil, and he should be near the plane.
Conan looked down at the plane's sensor panel, trying to confirm any clues about the other party through the sensors.
But it was much easier for the Minions. Stuart jumped up and used the tool he used to draw circles on the glass when stealing things to make a hole in the roof of the hangar.
Because of the low air pressure at high altitudes and the high-speed relative movement of the aircraft and the air, the air in the cockpit was quickly sucked out, and Kevin became the first thing to be sucked out, but the hole was the same diameter as the Minion's body, and after Kevin stuck his head out, his body was stuck inside.
Everything went as Stuart expected. Stuart turned Kevin's body from below, making him spin and using Kevin like a submarine periscope.
Facing backwards, Kevin saw a beautiful, streamlined spacecraft appearing behind and higher up the plane.
"Wow, wow, wow, wow..." Periscope Kevin quickly described the spaceship it saw.
Martin had already picked up the radio: "Who are you?"
"Don't play dumb!" The man in the spaceship behind was very angry: "Give me back my shrinking ray! Otherwise, you will be buried in the sea!"
Conan looked at Martin and asked, "Did you take someone else's things again?"
"No, the gem and the plane. I stole these two today." Martin denied. If he had a shrinking ray in his hand now, he wouldn't have to worry. He could just shrink the plane and everyone on it, leaving only the fuel at its original size. Wouldn't the fuel be enough?
Conan corrected him: "You don't call it stealing, you call it robbing."
Shrink ray? Shrink ray... Shrink ray!
Martin remembered that when he decided to steal the gems this morning, a Minion asked: What about the plan to steal the moon?
It also took out a plan blueprint, which displayed Gru's original three-step plan to steal the moon: steal the shrink ray → launch it into space with a rocket → use the shrink gun to shrink the moon → success!
So today's transformation has a planned plot, which is the moon-stealing plan, and the elements that need to appear in the moon-stealing plan are naturally present, such as the shrinking ray and Victor, the enemy who stole the shrinking ray from Gru as a competitor. (The code name is Vector, and the original name is Victor, both words can be transliterated into Victor.)
Theoretically, if Martin changed his target, Victor should have successfully stolen the shrink ray and then stolen the moon.
But it is obvious that just as Conan finally got on the plane as the plot indicated, Victor still went to cause trouble for Grummartin as the plot indicated.
It sounds like he lost the shrink ray and is certain that Martin has it.
Could it be the Minions? Martin had a pot on his body for no reason, and the only explanation he could think of was that the Minions stole the shrink ray from Victor. But he had never ordered the Minions to steal the shrink ray, unless a Minion disobeyed his order - there was indeed a Minion who would do that, and that was Meg, who had been bullied by Martin several times.
“Hahaha… it’s a reversal.” Martin suddenly let out a creepy, gloomy laugh, with an evil grin on his face: “Yes, all of this is part of my plan. I persecuted Meg and made them dissatisfied with me. Then, in order to prove their ability, they carried out the moon-stealing plan that I had abandoned. They stole the shrinking ray, causing Victor to chase me here.”
"That's why I dare to fly a plane out to sea with insufficient fuel - because now" Martin folded his fingers elegantly: "someone is coming to deliver fuel to us."
It was clearly all coincidence, but Martin spoke as if he had expected it.
"Are you sure he's here to deliver oil, not to send you away?" Conan complained: "From what I hear, he wants to kill you."
"He wants my life, and I want his oil. Isn't this common?" Grummartin said calmly, "But you'd better sit down now and put your hands on the joystick."
At the same time, Kevin, who was acting as a periscope above his head, started chattering again.
Conan obediently sat in the captain's seat and disengaged the autopilot: "What is it saying?"
"It said that the other side launched a missile." Martin translated very calmly.
"Ah?" Conan was so excited that he subconsciously pulled the joystick.
The Boeing 747's joystick flight control is hydraulic. Although it is very heavy, Conan pulled it hard and still managed to move it. He lifted the nose of the plane and immediately increased the altitude. At the same time, he did not care about saving fuel and pushed the thrust handle forward one more notch to increase the speed.
"Ahhh!" Kevin yelled again.
"The missile approached us from the left, intending to attack the wing," Martin translated.
Conan pulled the joystick to the right with a look of panic on his face, causing the plane to tilt left high and right low. He actually dodged the missile, and the missile continued to fly past the plane and appeared in Conan's sight out the cockpit window.
Fortunately, the missile used by Victor was very cartoon-like and not much faster than an airplane, so Conan had room to dodge. If it was a missile in reality with a speed of over Mach 20, Kevin would not have had time to report it.
"Very good, Detective, keep it up."
"Keep your head down, this is a civilian plane, not a fighter plane!"
"Oh~ The great detective can also fly a fighter jet. I'll look for you next time."
Martin didn't think about whether the passengers behind him would be thrown into a compression can by the operation just now. He just turned on the seat belt sign belatedly and picked up the captain's broadcast.
"Ladies and gentlemen, dear passengers, I am glad to see that you are all alive. After experiencing our stunts during takeoff, a child has developed a strong interest in flying an airplane. Just now, he came to the cockpit and wanted to try stunt flying for the first time. Let us once again send our best wishes to the little boy Edogawa Conan."
Conan turned around and glared at Martin resentfully. This was the second time. How much must the passengers who didn't know the truth hate this name now.
(End of this chapter)