Reaching the top of the mountain by helicopter is of course quick, but only if it goes smoothly.
Any minor problem, such as plane failure, unfavorable weather, or simply the pilot having diarrhea, would delay them for most of the day.
Fortunately, they were lucky. A beautiful plane with contrasting red and blue paint was sitting quietly on the tarmac waiting for them.
The Soul 76, a 12-seater, is one of the most successful civilian helicopters produced by Taotie, with annual sales of more than 800 aircraft. It is said that the profit margin of this series of products is as high as over 60%.
To say that the total industrial output of Qingmang is indeed invincible. But in terms of the ability to make money by sucking blood and making money with high-end skills, there is still a long way to go before being a glutton.
This aircraft has a much cooler appearance and larger size than what you see on TV. The four slender propeller blades were drooping slightly because they were too long and swayed in the wind.
The pilots were already in the driver's seat. A bunch of tall skiers with yellow or brown-black hair, high nose bridges, sunken eye sockets, had already filled the cabin.
Zhang Li took out his ID as an investigator from the Special Forces Department and asked all passengers except the captain and co-pilot to get off the bus, causing a violent commotion. The passengers shouted angrily:
"Site!"
"Fake Oil!"
Zhang Li took out his pistol.
For Westerners, pistols are much more useful than certificates, documents and the like. They quickly raised their hands and got off the plane obediently.
Amidst the roar of the huge propellers, which sounded like an explosion, the plane took off.
"its not right."
Boss Fan suddenly thought of a question. It's just that the noise on the helicopter was so loud that he almost had to shout at others to barely make them hear him.
"Helicopters can reach the top of Tiantong Mountain very quickly, but only alpine ski resorts have helipads. How long does it take to get from the ski resort to our resort hotel?"
He asked a good question. In fact, there is no road between the ski resort and the resort hotel across the northern slope of Tiantong Mountain.
Who goes skiing and takes an hour's bus ride to the mountainside to experience an original farm hotel?
"I think the possibility of them staying in the hotel cannot be ruled out, but it's unlikely."
Zhang Zhang unfolded the map on his mobile phone and pointed to the red line on it.
"Today Mo Sheng's plan is to climb the mountain. These are the main routes for leisure climbing in Tiantong Mountain.
“There are three directions. But basically starting from Angel Street where our hotel lobby is.
"We landed on Angel Street, and three people searched in three directions. One went to the south, which is the mountain, where we live in the Sky Studio.
"Here you can ask the administrator about the direction they are going. But most likely they are going down to Angel Street. At the same time, we can also rule out the possibility that they are still in the room.
"Another person went west from Angel Street to Yingchou Stream, which is a famous scenic spot. He just took our group photo and asked along the way to see if anyone had seen them.
"The other person goes east from here to Wangfu Cliff. After walking in a big circle, he will return to Angel Street."
"What should we do if we find them? Our mobile phone signal is not working, how can we contact them? How can we gather them together?"
Although Fan Bu is usually thoughtful, he was still a little panicked in such a big scene. After all, his immortal body doll has been confiscated and he is now running naked.
"No need to contact you!"
Zhang Li really wanted to kill this verbose guy.
"As long as you find them, no need to contact them, immediately subdue the tour guide named Tu, and we will talk about the rest later!"
"etc."
Meng Fei pointed to the location of Sky Studio.
"If Sky Studio continues to go south, isn't there another way?"
There is indeed a path there, but it is easily overlooked. Because that route is a dotted line on the map.
At the end of the dotted line is a triangular-marked peak labeled "Tianping Peak".
"This is a direction they can't possibly go in!"
Zhang Li roared in the extremely noisy cabin.
"This road is closed to traffic in winter. I don't believe that Mo Sheng wouldn't check the tourist information of the scenic spot before organizing the plan!"
"Okay, when the time comes, I will be responsible for heading south to the room in the Sky Studio. You two will each be responsible for the east-west direction."
Meng Fei was too lazy to argue with Zhang Li. In fact, he felt that the more impossible the route, the more dangerous it was.
Both the east and west roads are crowded and narrow mountain roads. If they really took one of these two roads, Fan Bu and Zhang Li would find it easily if they searched separately.
But a "no traffic" road marked with a dotted line is different. If they took that road, there would definitely be no one on the road, and naturally no one would see them.
Fortunately, this matter is easy to deal with. While Zhang Li and Fan Bu were searching in both directions, he could look for clues in the sky studio.
If there are no clues, then go south to Tianping Peak and see if there are any traces of people passing by. If so, it would be almost the same.
"Wait, you mean we're going to land on Angel Street? I remember there's no apron on Angel Street."
Fan Bu asked uneasily.
Angel Street is actually a small village built along a mountain road. That road is difficult to reach even by car, let alone by helicopter.
"Of course!"
Zhang Li knocked on an open space on the map.
"Although there is no landing pad, there is a rope ladder on the helicopter and we can rappel here."
"Rail rappel?!"
Fan Bu couldn't help but recall the horror of his legs becoming weak when he rappelled down the stairs in Zisu Garden.
Meng Fei stared at the seven or eight LCD screens in front of the two captains that were flashing with different lights, as well as the joysticks in their hands that held their heads high like cobras.
There is nothing scary about rappelling for him, and he only needs to use micro control. What really worried him was whether they could reach their destination smoothly?
According to his opinion, this is unlikely.
Sure enough, ten minutes later, Zhang Li suddenly took out his pistol and pointed it at the captain's head.
"Why do you keep circling?"
He had been carefully paying attention to the scenery outside the window and found that the plane was not flying to Tiantong Mountain, but was hovering in the sky in circles.
The captain raised his hands and explained with sweat profusely:
"There is something wrong with the plane. The autopilot cannot be turned off. The manual control is invalid.
"And the route is locked!"
In fact, what the captain was really afraid of was not that the gun-wielding investigator would fire in a rage, but that the plane would inevitably crash.
He tried his best to turn off the autopilot system, but all controls had no effect.
The helicopter flew unswervingly and autonomously, its route always locked on a ring with a diameter of ten kilometers at an altitude of about one thousand meters.
If this continues, sooner or later they will run out of fuel and crash. And even if you call for help, no one outside can rescue a flying helicopter.
Their only chance was a spin landing in the final stages. But when manual control is completely ineffective, the probability of successful spin landing is zero.
In other words, whether you shoot or not, we are all dead!
