Knocking wonders from the space station

Erich Hartmann also had bad luck when he came to the cemetery.

Not only was there no Allied force nearby, but even the Allied team that was finally found during the special trial died unexpectedly, leaving him alone in the end.

He is 40 years old, but his family was killed in a terrorist attack in the country's capital. He is already tired of the disputes between various forces, and feels particularly disgusted by the faces of politicians.

The reason why he went to find the Allied Forces was just because he was most familiar with the Allied Forces, nothing more.

As for patriotism and national justice, they have long been worn away bit by bit by the government's corruption and inaction.

Erich Hartmann is very tired. Now he just wants to find a force that can accommodate him, and spend the remaining half of his life, or go out for a walk, and die wherever he goes.

That's it for today.

Hartman was driving his Mustang for a ride when he suddenly saw someone driving a meteorite on the channel. He was interested and came over to join in the fun.

In the end, I didn't expect to be too busy and successfully got myself in.

But it doesn't matter.

Since the other party still values ​​your skills and will always reward you with a bite of food, this can be regarded as a mistake in choosing a force to join.

As for whether these people are good or bad, it doesn't matter. Anyway, you can just follow them and wait to die. The rest has nothing to do with you!

With this thought in mind, Hartman drove the crumbling Mustang into the airport under the dome.

"Hey, Anna, dear, you should really see the scenery here with your own eyes. You have always wanted to go to the Alps, but actually it's not bad here..."

As soon as he entered Jueyunjian, Hartman was pleasantly surprised for a moment by the exquisite ice sculptures and huge space station inside. He sighed that he was lucky. At least this force seemed to have good taste and was not short of money. The food should be good.

Hartman was still wondering why no one from the other side came to supervise him, and then he saw a large number of drones pouring out from the surrounding meteorite hives, flying beside the fighter plane.

Through the cockpit, Hartman could see the plasma welding gun spinning at the bottom of the drone.

If he made any changes, the Mustang fighter plane would be dismembered instantly at this distance!

After being escorted by the drone to the airport and parked, Hartman let out a deep breath, caressed the spotless joystick with nostalgia, and took out a photo of his deceased relative from the dashboard, his face full of tenderness.

"Little Anna, dad is going to work in a new place. Please bless dad. Dad will write to you regularly!"

After saying that, Hartman picked up a small carry-on backpack, opened the canopy and came out. He looked back at the scarred old man one last time, then turned and left.

The other party should probably take away his fighter plane, and he may not even be able to return to the sky in his life...

Hartman felt that since he came here as an intruder, the other party would naturally not give him any preferential treatment, and he had already made enough psychological preparations.

Just mix it up like this...

Entering the airport hall at the bottom of the dome through the corridor, the first thing Hartman saw was 20 fully armed Shentang guards. The other party's protective clothing looked much higher than his own, and the ones he held in his hands were all from the market recently.

The fiery goblin rifle.

If you are really rich, you can’t afford it!

The battle outside is not over yet. Although it can be solved quickly with Shen Tang's strength, the guards here all look calm and composed, and there is a beautiful oriental girl reading a book in the corner.

What are such a young child doing here? If he were a thug, this place would turn into a battlefield in the blink of an eye!

Hartman shook his head slightly, not quite understanding the management system of Shentang Shelter.

Soon, two guards came forward and stopped him. One of them raised his left hand towards him. There was an armband-style electronic device on the outside of his arm that was beeping, seemingly scanning.

The other person first took away the micro-punch from his waist and the backpack in his hand, then put a metal bracelet on him, and asked in a business-like tone:

"Name, age, origin, expertise, motivation for attacking Shentang Sanctuary, and the position you hope to work in in the future, answer them truthfully one by one!"

The questions came like a barrage, but fortunately Hartman was prepared.

"Erich Hartmann, 40 years old, professional Allied astronaut, space flight instructor, speciality...driving, motivation is...just passing by, what will he do in the future...whatever, that's all."

After Hartman finished speaking, he immediately attracted a strange look from the other party.

If you say this person is talking nonsense, his identity seems to be the same; if you say he is serious, his motives behind him are just playful.

"Mr. Hartman, your answer now will affect your future situation, so please treat it with caution! Now, do you have anything to modify or add?"

The Shentang guard stared at Hartman seriously, but Hartman shook his head slightly.

"That's it...can you give me my backpack back?"

Another guard glanced at Hartmann and began to search through his backpack. In addition to two bottles of water and a bag of food, there was only a thick stack of documents.

The guard's brows suddenly frowned. Intact paper in the cemetery was harder to find than clean water, and the oracles were also very expensive.

"What's this?"

"letter!"

"Letter? Are you writing here? Who can receive it?" The guard became even more suspicious.

"It's really a letter, a letter home from me."

"No, these are temporarily detained until we investigate clearly!"

The guard refused without mercy. Hartmann was very sad, but could only remain silent.

"He has no problem, just give the things back to him!"

At this time, a clear female voice came, and Hartman realized that the speaker was the girl who was out of tune with this place.

Does what she says work?

"Yes! Miss Lin!"

The guard saluted and returned the item to Hartman without hesitation.

Hartmann's face was full of surprise.

It actually works!

Does she have any special identity?

While Hartman was curious, a conflict suddenly broke out at another gate. A thug tried to resist and snatch the weapon from the guard when he was being given a bracelet!

At the same time, several other thugs also attacked at the same time, which seemed to be premeditated.

The surrounding guards immediately raised their guns.

However, they were not preparing to shoot. Instead, they swung their rifle butts and started smashing. Their strength was so great that the thugs struggled a few times before they were thrown away, and their heads were soon bruised and bloody.

The seemingly fierce gangster was actually vulnerable in front of the guards.

Lin Yuexi, who was leaning aside, yawned out of boredom. This level of resistance didn't require her to take action. She might as well stay outside and fight the bugs!

Then Hartman, together with other tamed predators, 24 people were pressed into the space station along the gravity-free passage by the guards.

It was only then that Shentang Sanctuary revealed the tip of the iceberg in front of Hartman.

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