Super Trick or Treat System

"are you ready?"

"Yes." Li Bad replied. "But I want to go that way." He pointed to the ceiling.

"Colt!" When West grasped the colonel's meaning, his voice was sharp and suddenly pained.

Li Badi replied: "That's still nothing."

"But this is not a passenger jet rocket."

"The hull will hold enough air to keep me alive as long as I need to be there."

"But the rocket is accelerating. This is a constantly changing goal."

"Red Dog Jimmy Thurman’s plane crashed, Colonel Grant’s satellite was moving, and Spike Larson’s submarine was at the bottom of the Indian Ocean. Sam, don’t tell me back. Someone got into that plane, that satellite and that I can enter that rocket with a submarine. You are the one who can put me there."

"But I didn't achieve that goal!" West's voice was harsh.

"Then go ahead!" It sounded like a rude sergeant greeted the recruits, or like a determined colonel.

"Okay. I will do my best. But even after the explosion, I will stay here. To some extent, we will be safe here."

"I have used this argument to return other arguments to you. Sam, you and I both know that if the wind hits, **** will not wear a hat on the American continent.

"Okay," West repeated. "Ah! I am targeting on the rocket."

"Good!" Li Huai suppressed every muscle tremor in his body.

In a place of rejoicing, he could not find a vibration that was felt but not obvious. He focused on celebration.

A layer of smoke floated from the ceiling like a falling death ball. The guard stood up. He picked up the rifle and stared at the room, looking for an explanation for the cause or target. For him, what he gets is not important. His eyes started to stare at the thin colonel with bandaged fingers. That uniform does not belong here.

The guard raised his rifle.

"Good luck, Kurt." West's voice whispered in the space between the two continents.

When the gun exploded on his face, I felt my body vibrate like nothing. The horror lingered on his soul again. He once again experienced the heart-pounding pain of this incredible space flight.

He didn't mind the horrors this time. There was joy somewhere in his heart. Wanting to know if this is the forerunner of death, he continues to focus on it.

Dimly, as if from another place or other time, he realized the roar. The rocket swam ten feet away from him. He is outside, there is no room for air.

West made a wrong estimate.

The painful suffering caused every cell in his body to wither. The pain caught his throat like trying to pinch his dead hand.

"Oops! I made a mistake." He heard West panting.

He is moving on a parallel route with the rocket. West's pace and speed are commensurate, but he has not reached the exact aiming point. Instrument error? human error? who knows?

who cares?

Click!

Like a vast, warm, pulsating, and definite ocean of power, racial consciousness entered. It also exists in space! He never thought about it. He has almost no time to do it, he thinks it is a super special field, with intelligence, but only on the surface of the planet.

In space, it sustains his life.

He doesn't know how this is done, this is one of the mysteries that must be solved in the future-if there is a future beyond the mudflat. To him, it seemed as if a huge tide poured into his body.

Click!

He is in the rocket!

The smell of overheated engine oil stained his nose. When he tried to move, he bumped his head. He is in the narrow passage. On the front is a control panel with automatic equipment. He began to crawl in that direction.

The noise rang in his ears. His whole body seemed to be broken. The passage is narrow. It has never been used in humans. Move up and find that it is too narrow. He was stuck.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move forward an inch. The control panel is so close that he can spit it out, but if it is on the other side of the moon, it can't be out of reach.

The air is getting shorter and shorter. He twists and bends and fights like a devil, but his body is wedged in the narrow passage so that he cannot move.

Something pulled into his arms. Nedra was right in front of him. She is trying to pull him through the tunnel.

"You?" he whispered.

"Who has better rights than me?" she replied. Sweat stung her face. Her hair is crooked. She yanked him hard.

The rocket yawed and began to turn into space. He forced himself forward. And it’s free.

He somehow discovered the power to pull himself to the control panel. He is running on nerve energy now, he knows this. Apart from forcing his body, he has no other power.

"Send it to space!" he muttered to himself. "Send it out!" He tried to wave his arm in an outward posture, and bumped his hand against the steel shell.

The light enters through the circular port. He caught a glimpse of the earth below. The planet is far away. With blue oceans and green land, this planet is also very beautiful.

He fumbled with the controls, trying to understand them. The stable gyroscope runs smoothly somewhere. He can hear their voices. The controls are simple. He decided which way to go, and then stuck the controls at home.

Nothing happened.

In a narrow place, his laughter was full of madness.

Nedra stared at him.

"what happened?"

"It's okay. It's okay. They are locked in place."

His eyes widened.

"These controls are only used to establish the flight path. Once the rocket is established and launched, they are automatically locked in place."

"Then we can't change the course?"

"No."

Her face was wrinkled and she looked like a little girl about to cry.

The other panel on the left caught his attention. There is a red button on it. He studied the wiring above.

"Thunder!" These words broke out involuntarily from his lips.

"What's the matter, Kurt?"

"They set up a manual control device on the warhead. It must be so. Nothing else." He pointed to the red button. "Why do you think they did this?"

"The purpose of the test may be to check the launch mechanism before installing the warhead. What's the difference?" Nedra's voice was listless.

"Maybe we can go to heaven."

"What do you mean?"

He explained his meaning very carefully.

"Blast a rocket in space?"

"Of course," he said. His tone said it was nothing, anyone could do it. West's voice echoed in his mind again. He ignored it. His hand moved to the red button.

He said, "I want you to know one thing."

"what is that?"

"I love you," he said.

She walked into his arms like a tired, frightened child. She said, "I know the moment I saw you." He held her close to him, and she lay there, looking content. "Okay," she said. "I'm ready." Her lips looked for him.

Kissing her, he reached out and hit the red button behind her.

A relay roared.

The darkness is closed.

Walking out of the darkness, I found my face staring upward. There was something familiar on that face, he should have guessed it. He tried to think about what it was.

"How did you get to heaven?" he said.

West explained: "There is a delay relay on the warhead." "About thirty seconds, as far as I can imagine. Anyway, it gave us enough time to blow up both of you before blowing her up. Snatched it from that rocket."

His words sound important. In other cases, knowing that he would think this is important. But now other things seem more important. "Did she blow?" he asked.

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