[Quick Transmigration] The Truman Show

Truman felt his soul buzzing and trembling with excitement. He had never experienced this kind of emotion, as if his whole body was immersed in the perfect data flow.

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Truman ran after him like crazy.

He even snatched a bicycle.

That's a real plane.

Although the fuselage of the plane has been partially damaged, he still saw the logo on the plane clearly. It was the A320 airliner mentioned on the TV in the morning.

Truman's eyes locked on the passenger plane that was about to make an emergency landing like a radar, and he couldn't believe what he saw.

The trajectory of the forced landing is almost perfect.

He saw the plane's huge flaps flutter and the belly and underwing gear begin to slowly lower.

Truman's heartbeat became faster and faster, and he even stood up from the bicycle, pedaling faster and faster.

He intuitively predicted the landing path of the plane.

that highway.

The landing path happened to be the newly built road.

The horizontal angle of the landing path of the plane is completely parallel to the road, which is as perfect as a masterpiece of God.

At this time, on the road, as if someone was directing behind the scenes, all the cars avoided and were quickly emptied.The plane rushed straight onto the road track with a huge roar, and the tires of the landing gear brought a cloud of smoke on the ground, and the speed became slower and slower.

At the end of the straight road, the plane just stopped.

Just the right precision, so perfect that it makes people addicted.

Twelve police cars, fire trucks, and ambulances came from all directions, onto the road, and blocked the road ahead.

Truman was forced to stop his bicycle, panting heavily, and looked at the passenger plane at the end of the road from afar.

1471 m.

If he left his bicycle, he would have to run 1471 meters along the road before he could reach the end of the road.

The driver of a fire truck opened the door and got out with a warning face, "Truman, you can't go over!"

No, he wanted to go.

Truman felt a strong desire in his heart.

He didn't know why he wanted it so much.

Not just because 1471 is a prime number.

And not just because he likes prime numbers.

When the driver of the fire engine tried to grab Truman's arm, Truman slammed the bicycle in his hand into the driver's body and ran towards the right front.

Getting closer, he even heard cheers from the cabin of the airliner at the end of the road.

But soon, Truman was caught.

He was grabbed by the arm, struggling desperately, his limbs were held down, and he was subdued to the ground...

Then, he gave up struggling, and stared at the front of his eyes blankly, with death-like despair in his eyes.

Soon, his mother appeared, hugged him, and cried, "The plane is dangerous. The police are still investigating any dangerous factors. The plane may explode. Truman, the plane is dangerous. Don't go there. Mom only has you." Now, mom only has you..."

"But I want to take a look, just one look." The fragility and pleading in Truman's eyes was as desperate as a dying little animal.

That look is so heartbreaking.

"Okay..." Mother was stunned, "But we have to wait until the police have finished their investigation and the doctors have rescued the wounded. Now, we can't go over and add to the chaos."

"En." The curvature of the corners of Truman's mouth was adjusted to 37° again, his tone became a little more excited, and his eyes lit up instantly, just like the little boy he just met this morning.

Mother laughed too.

Sure enough, the mother hoped that she would be like that little boy, whether it was eyes or smile.

Truman sat on the side of the road, propped his chin, and stared at the plane at the end of the road with piercing eyes.

659 m.

He was 659 meters short of that plane.

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When an ambulance drove over, the injured passengers in the car found Truman sitting on the side of the road, with excitement and happiness written on his face.Some even waved their bruised arms and greeted Truman, "Truman! It's Truman! So this is the Taoyuan Island of trumanshow..."

"We landed on Taoyuan Island"

"Simply lucky!"

"If one survives, there will be future fortunes"

"Truman, happy birthday!"

……

Very simple sentence.

Although several languages ​​were mixed in, Truman understood them all.

Truman didn't think about what they said, nor did he question why they knew him.

He felt that he was happy now, and he could clearly feel the joy of their remaining lives after the catastrophe. This kind of joy was too real and contagious, and he was infected by this emotion.

So, he smiled at them, the perfect curvature of the corners of his mouth looked extremely warm, just like human body temperature.

The ambulance was getting closer and further away.

Truman suddenly chased the ambulance like crazy and shouted, "Your pilot is great, he is a real hero!"

The ambulance erupted in enthusiastic laughter and cheers.

"Yeah, he's just amazing!"

"It's a miracle! This forced landing is a miracle!"

"I never thought I'd survive"

"The windshield of the cockpit was destroyed, the steering system failed, the plane lost control, and it continued to fall from the stratosphere at a height of [-] meters. He assisted his co-pilot and fell into a coma due to the impact of airflow, low temperature, low pressure and hypoxia, but he did it..." The only ones were the crew members in the cabin, with a look of admiration on their faces, talking fast and endlessly.

Truman nodded vigorously while chasing the car, his eyes were frighteningly bright.

He felt his soul buzzing and trembling with excitement, an emotion he had never experienced before, as if his whole body was immersed in a perfect data flow.

He speeded up, got in front of the ambulance, and stopped the ambulance.

But the high spirits of the ambulance did not stop.

The crew member who was like a fanboy continued, "His physical and psychological qualities are simply frighteningly strong..."

A few more people struggled to stick their heads out of the ambulance window. Although they grinned in pain, their frail faces were also full of excitement and joy, and they scrambled to speak.

"Depressurization in the cabin, lack of oxygen and high reaction, the stewardess cried in fright, and asked everyone to put the written suicide note in the confidential box..."

"Truman, do you know? He subdued gangsters, he subdued five gunmen by himself, he is simply too powerful!"

"That gangster is not an ordinary gangster, especially the black man. I'm sure he is definitely a special soldier. He is terrible."

"No, our hero is even stronger. You don't know, he was injured, and it seems that the injury is not serious. Before boarding the plane, I paid attention to this man, his face was pale, and he was very weak. During the fight, his The wound on the abdomen was open, and the oozing blood stained the white shirt."

"If it wasn't for the wounds, he wouldn't have been attacked by that black man, and he wouldn't have been hit by a bullet in the leg... The wound was bleeding all the time, but his movements were still so fast, kicking and punching, with deadly moves. Especially at that time, the plane lost control and kept going down.”

"He was terribly calm. Every command was clear, simple, and powerful. I was terrified, but when I heard his voice on the cabin radio, I suddenly became less terrified..."

"He just said one sentence: Put on an oxygen mask, fasten your seat belt, and you will survive."

"I swear, I will never forget this sentence and his voice for the rest of my life"

"His voice is just so attractive, his body is so good as hell, and his hormones are all over him, I have never seen a sexier person than him"

"He knows kung fu, he can fly a plane, and he is more professional in dealing with wounds than those doctors and nurses. He is definitely not an ordinary person. How can ordinary people have abdominal injuries, maybe knife wounds, maybe gunshot wounds, no matter what, he absolutely Not an ordinary passenger”

"The white shirt on him is definitely the military shirt of an imperial officer"

"He is not only the hero of your empire, but also the hero of country A, the hero of everyone!"

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Because they were too excited, everyone spoke their own mother tongue, chattering and mingling together, making it a bit chaotic.

Truman listened fascinatedly. He didn't understand every language and everyone, but he translated every sentence into numbers and hid them in the memory box.

He knew they were telling stories about pilot heroes.

And he was the one who stole the story.

He wanted to secretly open the memory box and decrypt those numbers when no one was around...

With piercing eyes, Truman asked, "Where is our hero? Did the hero fly away?"

"Hahaha"

"He won't fly away, Truman"

"No, no, our hero is still there, just now helping doctors and nurses to deal with other injuries"

"Look, he also bandaged my wound"

"I was hit by a bullet in my arm. There are not many anesthetics on Taoyuan Island, so he gave all the anesthetics to the three of us; I took a local anesthetic, and it still hurts like hell when I took the bullet. I have never in my life. It hurt so much, it hurt to the bone marrow, and I almost fainted from the pain.”

"The doctor was so unprofessional, the hand holding the knife was shaking all the time... He took out the bullet in his leg without anesthesia. It's really hard to imagine how he survived."

"I have never believed that someone can take a bullet without anesthesia, because it is too painful. You have to use a knife to poke the flesh alive, and the tweezers and scissors have to dig into the flesh to find the bullet. The nerves in the thigh are so dense, how can it be endured? Come on, but he held back, sweated profusely from the pain, but didn't say a word, he is really amazing..."