In the aircraft, the pilots could not spot Cheng Zongyang's trail in the dark of night with the naked eye. They could only rely on special radar wave instruments to roughly determine his Flying direction.
"Attention, 011 reporting. The target is losing altitude. It should be entering the sea!"
"It must have sustained injuries and can't hold on much longer. Prepare to pull the net!" a command from another aircraft crackled over the intercom.
"Roger."
But just as the aircraft prepared to take action, the unexpected occurred. Cheng Zongyang's Tracking blip abruptly vanished from the display. This sudden turn of events left the crews of both aircraft dumbfounded, their minds filled with confusion. They wondered if the target could possess such incredible speed to plunge into the sea in an instant.
Something was clearly amiss. Not daring to slack off in the slightest, the two aircraft immediately separated to conduct a blanket search.
