Richmond Tower.
At this moment, the ground tower's command center was packed with people, every face tense with worry.
A man in a blue shirt with a slightly receding hairline walked in, and everyone gathered around him.
The man who had entered was United Airlines' president, Oscar Munoz.
"President, Flight A4864 has lost contact." The tower controller responsible for ground information sounded agitated when he saw Oscar enter.
Oscar's expression was grim. He had come precisely because he had received this news.
"How long?"
"Fifteen minutes."
Fifteen minutes earlier, the tower had still been communicating with the captain. The altitude, position, and other information displayed on the command center screens had all been normal, but suddenly, every bit of that information vanished from the screens.
They had repeatedly tried to contact the aircraft, but they could not get through. No matter how they called, there was no response.
The plane had lost contact less than half an hour after takeoff.
"Did you report it?" Oscar asked.
"After the plane lost contact, we tried reaching them several times. When we couldn't get through, we reported it." The tower controller felt a little panicked.
"Keep trying to contact them."
Oscar had no solution either. All they could do now was leave it to fate. There was nothing else they could do.
A small passenger plane going missing had everyone in the ground command center on edge and anxious.
"Mo Ge, the plane has been discovered missing. The tower has reported it, and radar at Andrews Air Force Base detected the aircraft. Fighter jets have already been scrambled."
After receiving the news that the plane had lost contact, the US Air Force detected the abnormal aircraft on radar and was heading their way.
The moment the US Air Force took off, Mo Nv