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The atmosphere in the cabin lightened considerably after his few witty remarks. Even Jimmy Morita, who had maintained a stern expression the whole time, couldn't help but chuckle and adjust his glasses.

Dugan gave him a deep look, said nothing more, and silently put his cigar into his mouth again, but the admiration in his eyes grew even stronger.

Chu Hang was secretly groaning in his heart.

How could I not be scared? I was fucking terrified!

He remained calm for two reasons. First, to reassure his teammates; higher team morale meant a better chance of survival. Second, he knew he had his ultimate trump card: the self-healing ability. Unless he was blown to pieces or shot in the head, he would survive.

His only worry was that his abilities were still cooling down.

[Remaining cooldown time: 3 days and 9 hours...]

He had to make sure he was alive and kicking before he met Captain America.

Just as he was lost in thought, the plane suddenly jolted!

A violent jolt, so intense it made it impossible to sit still, sent everyone in the cabin swaying from side to side.

Immediately afterwards, a piercing alarm blared throughout the cabin! Red emergency lights flashed incessantly.

"Anti-aircraft guns! It's a German anti-aircraft position! We've been spotted!" came the pilot's terrified shout from the cockpit.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A series of dull thuds came from outside the fuselage; these were the shockwaves from the explosions of anti-aircraft shells around the aircraft.

Chu Hang's heart jumped into his throat.

Damn it, this wasn't in the plot! In the movie, the captain infiltrated alone in his small plane, and the Howling Commandos joined him later. How come their transport plane was used as target practice halfway through the journey?

Could it be that I, as a variable, caused a butterfly effect? ​​Or was this scene simply not shown in the movie?

A deafening roar came from the right side of the plane, and the entire cabin tilted violently to one side. Chu Hang could clearly see through the porthole that thick smoke and flames were billowing from the root of the right wing, like a struggling fire dragon.

"Right engine on fire! We are losing altitude! Controls have failed!" The pilot's voice was filled with despair and sobs.

"Prepare to jump! Everyone! Check your parachutes! Prepare to jump!" Dugan reacted extremely quickly. He grabbed the anchor bar above his head, steadied himself, and shouted with all his might.

Chu Hang's mind went blank for a moment.

He'd never even tried bungee jumping in his past life, and now he's going to challenge himself with the extreme sport of skydiving? And on a battlefield amidst gunfire? Jumping off a plane that's about to fall apart?

He subconsciously touched the heavy parachute pack on his back. Before setting off, Dugan had indeed taught them how to use it, but it was all theory! He hadn't actually practiced at all!

"Don't fucking panic! Check your parachutes! Listen to my orders!" Dugan roared as he stumbled to the back of the cabin and kicked open the heavy door.

A biting, icy wind suddenly rushed in, carrying snowflakes and the strong smell of gunpowder, making it impossible to open one's eyes and even difficult to breathe.

Through the open cabin door, Chu Hang could see a dark expanse below, filled with endless, undulating snow-capped mountains and forests.

"We've deviated from the planned flight path! Below us are unknown mountainous areas! After jumping, try to head east towards the factory with lights on! Remember, finding Captain America is the top priority!" Dudugan leaned half his body out of the cockpit against the howling wind, loudly issuing the final instructions.

"Go! Go! Go! Jump!"

He was the first to take the lead, leaping from the cabin door without hesitation, his figure instantly swallowed by the boundless darkness.

Immediately afterward, Gabe, Jimmy, and the other team members gritted their teeth, grabbed their guns, and jumped down, just like Dugan.

Soon, only Chu Hang and two young soldiers, pale-faced and trembling with fear, remained in the cabin.

The plane was falling faster and faster, and the creaking sound coming from the fuselage was teeth-grinding, as if it would disintegrate in mid-air at any moment.

"Jump! Are you fucking waiting to die?!" Chu Hang roared at the two soldiers who were almost paralyzed with fear.

Although he was terrified, his legs trembling like leaves, he knew that staying meant certain death. Jumping might offer a glimmer of hope.

The two soldiers were jolted awake by his shout. As if injected with their last bit of courage, they glanced at each other, then screamed and scrambled to the hatch, jumping down with their eyes closed.

Now, Chu Hang is the only one left in the entire cabin.

He gripped the cold edge of the hatch, watching the black mountain shadows rushing past below, his heart pounding as if it would burst out of his chest.

He took a deep breath, the icy air making him cough. He frantically encouraged himself: What's there to be afraid of! Chu Hang, what's there to be afraid of! I have a self-healing ability! Even if I break my leg, it'll grow back! Even if the parachute doesn't open, as long as I don't land face-first and become a pile of mud, there's still hope! It's better than staying here and being blown to bits!

With that thought in mind, he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and leaped into the air!

Suddenly, a huge fireball exploded in the darkness, the light and heat of which briefly illuminated half the sky and also lit up Chu Hang's face, which was filled with terror.

Chu Hang's heart sank to the bottom, just like the ball of flame from the explosion.

Chapter 6: Landing face-first isn't fun.

The explosion was silent. A blinding white light first engulfed half the night sky, followed by a huge and twisted mushroom cloud rising into the air, with rolling flames dyeing the surrounding clouds an eerie orange-red.

A few seconds later, a dull and suppressed explosion finally arrived, the sound making his chest feel tight and his head buzz.

The heat wave that followed hit him from a great distance, adding an inappropriate burning sensation to his face, which was so cold it was almost numb.

Then, the mind, which was awestruck by the grand scene, was instantly taken back by the most primal fear.

I'm falling!

The thought struck him like a cold bolt of lightning, cleaving his brain, which had become sluggish from lack of oxygen and shock.

An eternal feeling of weightlessness instantly enveloped his entire body. He felt like a pebble launched from a slingshot, helplessly plummeting into the bottomless abyss of darkness beneath his feet.

The gale, like countless sharp knives, swept across every corner of his body from all directions, howling like ghosts and wolves.

He tried to shout something, but the wind rushed in and blocked all his voices, leaving only a "whooshing" sound, like a leaky bellows.

He tried to open his eyes, but the wind pressure was too strong, making his eyes water and everything in front of him was a blurry, distorted light and shadow.

"Pull ring! The parachute pull ring!"

He finally remembered this most crucial matter from that chaos.

His hands began frantically searching his body. The cold gloves made his sense of touch extremely dull. Chest, abdomen, sides of thighs... everywhere were bulging equipment bags and belts, but he could feel nothing but cold metal buckles and rough canvas.

"Holy crap! Where is it?!" Chu Hang roared inwardly. His heart was pounding like a runaway metronome, and he could even hear the "buzzing" of blood rushing to his ears.

Dugan had indeed demonstrated it on the plane, but who could have imagined that less than an hour later, they would actually have to use it? His mind raced, trying to recall the brief instruction. Dugan seemed to have said that the pull ring was located on the right side of the chest, a T-shaped pull ring painted red, for easy identification in the dark.

But now he's tumbling around in the air, and he can barely find his right hand anymore.

"Calm down! Calm down! Chu Hang, you fucking calm down!" he shouted desperately to himself. In his past life, he was a programmer, and his specialty was finding the bug in complex code that caused the entire system to crash. The situation was the same now; he had to find the life-saving "switch" before he was smashed into a pulp.

He remembered a skydiving technique he had read in some magazine: spread your limbs as wide as possible, like a giant octopus, and use air resistance to stabilize your posture.

He stretched his body with all his might, spreading his arms and legs wide. This movement exhausted all his strength; he could feel his muscles fighting against the gale. Although it was difficult, the tendency of his body to roll was indeed slowing down.

Finally, he managed to regain control of his body, assuming a standard diving position with his face down and back up.

Okay, now you can tell the difference between up and down.

He gripped the metal buckle of his belt tightly with his left hand, while his right hand began to carefully search his right chest. He found the cold stock of an M1 submachine gun and a hard canvas bag containing magazines.

No! still none!

Am I remembering wrong? Or is this parachute defective? Getting defective equipment on the battlefield is nothing new. In an instant, Chu Hang's heart sank to the bottom. He thought of his past life, dying from overwork; was he going to die from equipment quality issues in this life? This way of dying was just too damn darkly humorous.

Just as he was mentally cursing the quartermaster's entire family in various languages, his fingertips finally touched something different. It was a cold metal ring secured in a clip.

Chu Hang was overjoyed, his adrenaline was surging, and without thinking, he used all his strength to pull hard!

"crunch-"

A sickening metallic scraping sound rang out, followed by what felt like a charging rhinoceros slamming into his back!

An irresistible, immense force emanated from the parachute on his back, spreading through his body via the straps. It was as if an invisible hand had suddenly lifted him upwards, abruptly halting his frantic descent.

"Ugh—!"

Chu Hang let out a muffled groan of pain that was almost distorted. The immense pulling force nearly snapped him in two on the spot. He felt as if his shoulders were being torn apart, and an indescribable, soul-crushing pain shot through his legs, making him seriously doubt whether his happiness for the rest of his life was over.

However, amidst the excruciating pain, a familiar warmth also followed.

He could clearly feel that the muscle fibers that were about to break from the straps were reconnecting and repairing at an incredible speed.

The excruciating pain lasted only a few hellish seconds before quickly transforming into a strong tingling and numb sensation, which then slowly subsided.

Although he was still in great pain, like doing 500 squats after running 10,000 meters, at least he didn't faint on the spot, nor did he actually have any important parts torn off.

He could finally catch his breath.

Above my head, a huge umbrella silently unfurled in the darkness, like a pure white dandelion blooming at midnight. The terrifying wind in my ears disappeared, replaced by an eerie silence, with only my own heavy, panting breathing audible.

He survived.

Chu Hang was suspended in mid-air, like a sausage hanging in the wind, swaying with the air currents, and he was almost exhausted.

He looked up at the huge white canvas overhead, then looked down at the bottomless darkness below, and a sense of relief at surviving a disaster welled up within him.

Damn it, if anyone ever tells me again that skydiving is exciting and fun, I'll throw them off the Empire State Building without a parachute.

He calmed himself down a bit and began to observe his surroundings.

The night sky was dark, with no moon, only a few sparse stars twinkling through gaps in the clouds. The fire from the crashed plane in the distance had gradually died down.

By the dim light, he could vaguely see several small black dots like his in the sky; those were his teammates.

Everyone has come forward; that's good news.

He tried hard to recall the two and a half sentences of parachute control techniques that Dugan had taught him, and tried to pull the control lines on both sides, hoping to float towards his teammates.

But since it was his first time, he was clumsy and pulled for a long time, but instead of getting closer, he was pushed even further away by a sudden gust of wind.

"Forget it, I'll leave it to fate." Chu Hang simply gave up struggling. The most important thing now was to land safely.

However, reality is always much harsher than the contingency plan.

He had just mentally prepared himself when suddenly his feet sank! The edge of his parachute was caught firmly by the dense canopy of a tall pine tree.

His back slammed solidly into the rough bark of the tree trunk, leaving him dizzy and seeing stars. He felt as if his spine was about to break.

"Cough...cough cough..." Chu Hang spat out a mouthful of pine needles and snow particles, feeling pain all over his body.

The self-healing factor was working hard to repair the wounds caused by the branches, and a series of itchy sensations made him even more uncomfortable.

What the hell is this?! He died before he could even begin his mission, and before he could become a hero, he was reduced to a bat hanging upside down.

Chu Hang took out a knife and cut the connecting strap.

He plunged headfirst into the soft snowdrift.

We've finally landed safely.