Heads Up Hollywood

United Airlines Flight 175.

on the plane.

The situation is clear, the situation is critical.

There was chaos in the cabin, and the stewardess was working hard to maintain order: "Please trust us! Please trust us to handle all this! Please trust us!"

Another black stewardess, holding a megaphone, yelled hoarsely: "Please keep quiet, keep calm! We have already contacted the control tower, and the operation center has also given a reply. Please rest assured, we can solve this problem !"

This is the common sense of flying. If there is an accident, you must not mess up and trust the professionals.

Once there is a mess, everyone will undoubtedly die!

Leave the problem to professionals to solve, maybe there is still a glimmer of life.

Although no serious commotion was caused, the cries of women and children spread throughout the cabin.

Many people have pulled out their mobile phones, contacted family members, and tried to make a final call.

It's a pity that the lines are limited, and many people cannot complete the call.

A young man named Pete, who was lucky enough to get in touch with his father...

"Dad, I love you! I love Mom, I love this family!"

"I don't know, I don't know... They said that the hijackers assassinated the two captains and wounded a flight attendant. They took control of the pilot of the plane!"

"No, there is no chaos! They should have learned the flying skills of the plane, but...the direction of the plane is very strange..."

"Statue of Liberty... God, that's New York, they're flying toward New York..."

It was a flight to Los Angeles, New York was clearly not the right direction.

The mobile phone signal was cut off suddenly, and Pete tried to connect again, but he was successfully connected again unexpectedly.

This time, his voice had completely changed. Driven by the crazy emotions of the passengers in the cabin, he burst into tears: "Dad, I'm finished, I'm going to be finished!"

"The situation on the plane is very bad!"

"God, the plane is shaking, very unstable..."

"It's descending, it's not the direction of the airport!"

"God! I love you! Dad, I love you!"

...

At 9:03, United Airlines Flight 175 crashed into the South Tower of the World Trade Center.

...

American Airlines Flight 77.

The hijackers armed with knives and tear gas forced them to take control of the plane. They emptied the first class cabin and drove all the passengers to the back of the plane.

At this time, the unarmed passengers had no strength left to resist.

Mobile phones have become the only way for them to connect with the world.

Because of the limited routes, passengers must put their best hope to the most useful communication phone.

"I'm coming! My name is Barbara Olson, and my husband is Deputy Attorney General Ted Olson of the U.S. Attorney's Office! If possible, I can ask him for assistance."

A middle-aged woman in her fifties stood up decisively.

At such a critical moment, she was able to stay calm, speak moderately, and express herself clearly, so she could basically deduce that she was not lying.

Soon, Barbara Olson called her husband, "Honey, let me make a long story short, the plane has been hijacked! There are 6 gangsters in total, brown skin, covered with red gauze, and they have weapons!"

"No guns, at least I didn't see one, but they have control knives and box openers!"

"The captain? He has been killed. The stewardess is contacting the control tower through an emergency call, but it is very difficult."

"This must not be in the direction of Los Angeles, maybe...we are returning to Washington/D.C. Yes, someone with knowledge in this area can confirm that we are returning!"

"What should we do now?"

what to do?

At an altitude of 10,000 feet above the ground, not to mention the Deputy Attorney General, even the Attorney General and the President have nothing to do.

The plane had completely lost contact with the ground as early as 20 minutes.

At 9:29, the autopilot was canceled and changed to directional flight, the target-the Pentagon!

At 9:34, the plane turned and made an emergency landing and began to dive.

At 9:37, with a loud bang, American Airlines Flight 77 hit the Pentagon!

...

United Airlines Flight 93.

Fortunately, the flight to San Francisco was delayed by 25 minutes.

When the plane took off, the captain had received the news that the World Trade Center was hit by two hijacked planes.

When the hijackers began to attack, the captain and co-pilot fought desperately.

The stewardess was also mentally prepared and told all the passengers the most urgent complaint.

"The captain has been killed! The World Trade Center was hit, we can't wait to die!"

Although the stewardess did not explain these news, some passengers with great powers have already learned the latest developments through their mobile phones.

The courageous person immediately called out, came to the emergency phone, and shouted to all the passengers: "Everyone, rush to the first-class cabin! Fight them, the cowardice at this moment is waiting to die!"

The hijackers obviously also knew about the chaos in the back of the cabin, and issued a threat through the in-flight channel: "We have hijacked the plane, we have bombs, and are returning to the airport! Everyone, go back and sit down, or everyone will die together!"

All of a sudden, there were loud blows, crashes, shouts, and shattering of glass and plates in the cabin.

Mess up.

But in this critical moment, some warriors will stand up after all, "Go into the cockpit and fight with them! Otherwise, we are all dead!"

"It doesn't matter, I'll go first!"

"Come on!"

A female passenger also stood up and shouted: "Everyone get on!"

At this time, the latest news came again, "The Pentagon has been hit! They are going to attack the White House! Fight, fight with those bastards!"

For a moment, the atmosphere of declaring war on the entire aircraft was mobilized.

Almost all the men stood up bravely, holding all available weapons, dinner plates, belts, backpacks, leather shoes, iron chopsticks... rushed towards the cockpit.

Five minutes later, chaos erupted in the cockpit.

The plane lost control.

In a valiant counterattack by passengers, the plane failed to fly to Washington as planned, quickly snapped its wings, and crashed into a rural open field.

...

In one day, four planes were hijacked.

The whole of America is in chaos.

Tang En sat quietly in the office with deep eyes.

Not to mention New York, even Tang En Pictures in Hollywood felt the atmosphere inside and became panicked and fearful.

"Twain, Nasdaq and the New York Stock Exchange are all closed urgently! Including the futures market, bond market and foreign exchange market!"

Scott Swift is a little thankful he's back in Los Angeles talking business with Apple.

Otherwise, in New York, maybe he will also appear on the scene.

The World Trade Center is the center of financial institutions all over the world. When the twin towers were hit this time, it is estimated that hundreds of elites at the level of presidents and vice presidents in the financial field will die as a result.

Of course, as a financial worker who has worked on Wall Street all year round, Scott Swift has a hard heart!

At this time of national crisis, his focus is still on finance!

When Tang En received this call, he pouted again and again.

When the incident really happened, he was a little bit at a loss and his heart was complicated.

But listening to Scott Swift's tone...why does it feel faintly mixed with excitement?

Uh... making money!

yes!

The stock market is on hold, and the government is rolling out policies.

But so what?

When the market reopens, who can turn the tide?

The NYSE has closed only twice in its history.

In 1914, when World War I broke out, it stopped once; in 1933, it stopped once during the Great Depression.

In such a major situation, even if the government comes to rescue the market, even if the Federal Reserve starts printing money, it is doomed to be useless.

"Well, act in a low-key manner, grief is the keynote."

Tang En took a deep breath and spoke calmly.

On the other end of the phone, the high-spirited Scott Swift couldn't help laughing.