My extraordinary wife novel (Ashlyn and Lucas)
Chapter 820

Chapter 820

The hatch of the other plane was wide open. When the hanging ladder got nearer, Lucas stretched his legs and reached out his arms to get onto the plane.

Everyone was worried about Lucas' safety at that sight. How did he pull off such a dangerous move?

The plane then slowly flew up higher.

On the plane, the captain bowed to Lucas and greeted, "Mr. Nolan!"

Lucas swept a glance at everyone on the plane. He saw that all the seats were removed, and the plane was filled with buckets full of water. There were also pilots and firefighters standing on both sides of the aisle in their uniforms.

In a deep voice, Lucas said, "I'll fly the plane! Liaise with the fire department and get the flight crew and firefighters to help put out the fire."

"Yes!"

Lucas then walked straight into the cockpit. Although he hadn't flown a plane in months, he didn't feel rusty at all.

He went through the cockpit control panel swiftly. At that moment, his expression was tense, and his gaze was stern.

It was a dangerous task to fly a plane at such a low altitude. In fact, only experienced pilots were able to fly a plane at that altitude for a long period of time.

Now, the responsibility was placed on Lucas' shoulders.

The crowd stared in disbelief as they watched the water gushing down from the plane.

The hoses and the nozzles were spraying water down onto the burning building.

At that time, it was as if it was raining heavily over Imperial Hotel.

Meanwhile, the firefighters were busy rescuing people from the burning building.

It was a deadly race against the relentless fire.

When Joseph, James the mayor and the leaders of the community arrived at the scene, they saw a plane pouring water down from the sky.

James had seen a lot in his life, but he was still stunned when he saw that. "W-What is this?"

"That's Lucas flying the plane."

James heard a woman's voice ring out, and he couldn't help but turn around. That was when he saw Ashlyn with bandages on her head.

She was wearing a striped hospital gown, but she still had an unwavering look on her beautiful face.

"Ashlyn? What happened to you? Are you hurt?" James asked worriedly. "Why didn't you inform us?" Ashlyn appreciated the kindness shown and answered, "I'm fine."

The fire was raging, and it was as if it had turned into a demon, swallowing the whole building.

The plane was still hovering over Imperial Hotel as the water was poured from it to stop the fire.

Meanwhile, in a passageway somewhere, a man in a firefighter uniform was ordering his team around. "Is it fixed yet?"

"Soon, Captain Fraser!"

"F*ck!" Lochlan cursed. He then took off his helmet and scratched his head. "Nothing is going right today."

"Our vehicle is checked every week. How could it have broken down? Something's wrong here, Captain Fraser," a man from his team remarked.

"I think so, too. I feel like someone's stopping us from getting to the scene." Lochlan took a deep breath and uttered, "Get in the vehicle and get ready to leave!"

"Yes!"

"It's fixed!"

"Let's go!"

At a high speed, the fire engine was heading toward Imperial Hotel.

The scene of Imperial Hotel burning could be seen clearly from a building nearby.

A man wearing a mask was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window while looking in the direction of Imperial Hotel.

"Mr. Silvermoon, what if The Chef dies as well? What are we going to do next?" a subordinate asked cautiously. At the same time, his eyes were gleaming.

"I know what to do," Silvermoon answered coldly. "You talk too much."

The subordinate was frightened, and he stammered, "Y-Yes... I've talked too much. I-I'm sorry."