The helicopter of the shadow ninja landed on the ship's deck. Although the ship moved more slowly, the helicopter's fuel had run out—this was the only option available. "How's the situation?" he asked as soon as he stepped off. The person in charge replied, "I've successfully detonated the bomb, and it did explode—but the plane is still in the air and hasn't crashed!" "What?" The ninja's eyes widened, clearly signaling that if he didn't receive a reasonable explanation, he would make the person accountable. The person quickly added, "The bomb did indeed explode, but only one of the two charges went off. The second one may have failed due to the other side's high speed. Even with just one explosion, we'd expect the plane to be destroyed and all on board to be killed—yet we still don't understand why that didn't happen!" The ninja asked coldly, "What's the current situation?" "Their plane isn't only still airborne—it's actually accelerating further, heading east." He answered. The shadow ninja furrowed his brow, murmuring, "They've been flying fast—why are they accelerating now? Ah! It must be a problem with the plane. They have to speed up to make it to a safe landing before it crashes!" At that moment, a runner rushed over with the report: "We've intercepted the communication between the plane and the coastal airport of the Chinese nation. The plane is indeed experiencing issues—they've even requested the airport to provide a suitable location for an emergency landing!" The ninja smiled, "Exactly. Then let's go after them—I'm certain they won't make it to that landing site. They'll eventually end up in the sea!" "Hai!" Three ships sped off at full speed, dozens of ninja masters readying themselves, eager for the moment when they'd finally step into action. Indeed, just after the plane had flown several tens of kilometers, the instruments showed insufficient engine pressure, with thrust dropping rapidly. The flight speed fell swiftly from 1,300 to 900 kilometers per hour, and continued to decline. It's not just the speed that's deteriorating—the flight altitude is also dropping. "Sir, it looks like things aren't going well," the captain said in an urgent tone. "If this continues, within just a few more kilometers, our speed will drop to zero!" The co-pilot added, "I've tried activating the backup flight control systems, but failed. The backup fuel system couldn't be started either!" "Then, what's the safest course of action now?" Qin Feng asked calmly. The captain replied, "We should have one person remain in the cockpit to maintain flight attitude, while the others parachute. As long as they don't choke upon landing in the water and keep their GPS trackers on, they'll be rescued." "Is there any other option besides this?" he asked again. He wouldn't want to use the small dinghy unless absolutely necessary. Qingzi was already his chosen partner; she knew some secrets, but the others truly had no need to return. The captain shook his head. "I can't think of any other option. We're over the ocean—there's no possibility of an emergency landing!" "The co-pilot glanced at the electronic map, eyes lighting up: 'Captain, there's an island to our southeast—on the southern side, there's over several hundred meters of sandy beach. That should meet our requirements for an emergency landing!' The captain scanned the map, then frowned slightly: 'It looks promising—let's head that way!' At this point, the plane was only about twenty kilometers away from the island. By reducing speed and gliding forward while maintaining flight attitude, we should be able to manage the landing without major issues. Under the skillful control of the two pilots, the aircraft steadily slowed down and descended. Qin Feng also checked the map. A quiet smile of resignation crossed his face—he knew well that any Chinese citizen would instantly recognize the name of this island, which has long been the source of the territorial dispute between China and the Sun Kingdom. Indeed, every Chinese firmly believes the island belongs to China. According to international practice, such a disputed island is not easily accessible for landing." Yet the two captains were Europeans, and given the urgency, they didn't care much—whether it was an island under American control or not, they would still make an emergency landing. Soon, the outline of the island came into view before the three of them. The co-pilot turned back and said, "Boss, you should head to the passenger cabin, fasten your seatbelt with Mr. Nakamura and his daughter, sit down, and let us take care of the rest!" "Alright, go ahead," he encouraged them. Upon returning to the cabin, both father and daughter had already sensed the seriousness of the situation, yet neither of them asked any questions. Qin Feng smiled and said, "Don't worry—there's a minor issue with the plane, but we've already found a suitable landing spot. Just fasten your seatbelts, and everything will be fine!" "Yes," Qingzi trusted him completely and didn't question his words. The father and daughter quickly fastened their seatbelts with practiced ease. Qin Feng himself didn't need to do so, but to reassure everyone, he sat down as well. In the cockpit, the captain had already circled the island, gaining a clear understanding of the beach conditions, while the first officer sketched a schematic on a piece of paper. Due to the damaged flight control system, they could not input commands into the computer, and the landing process had to be manually executed. The two exchanged a glance and nodded in unison. The captain aligned the aircraft's nose with the beach, grasped the control stick firmly in both hands, and steadily reduced the altitude until the plane was flying almost just above the water surface. "Whether it's a crash or an emergency landing, they're just going to be left behind," the ninja said with a smile. "Head straight toward the signal direction, full speed ahead. Order everyone to be ready for combat, and follow the original plan—take your positions and carry out your assigned duties!" Suddenly, a medium-sized jet aircraft appeared on the side of the quiet island, descending steadily and then slamming into the sand. Eighty percent of the island is composed of rock, with only a stretch of no more than eight hundred meters of sandy beach on the southern side—this is the flattest area available. Boom— The aircraft's fuselage made contact with the ground and continued to slide forward, generating tremendous friction. Inside the cabin, all three passengers were shaken, with items on the tables toppling to the floor. Harada Ichiro looked pale, yet he held on steadily, gritting his teeth. The captain could no longer hold onto the trembling control stick, struggling to maintain a straight-line glide. Any collision with a rocky wall or a slide into the sea would mean all their efforts were lost. The plane slowed down gradually, leaving a deep trace on the sand. Just as it was about to collide with the stone, it finally came to a stop, only less than three meters away from it.