The solar system is broken

"writer!"

A hollow echo next to the ears.

A sweet smell of blood returned to my mouth.

A stinging pain came from the chest and shot up.

Memories flowed back and became disorganized, and the writer's nerves and body were experiencing burning and tingling sensations.

"Writer, please wake up~"

The sound is getting clearer and clearer.

He woke up, woke up in the Baiqi.

The turbulence of those memories slowly dissipated in his mind.

The writer opened his eyes and saw the policeman's face and several blood-red blisters.

He didn't take off his space suit, and the glass cover on his head was still removed. The sound came from the earphones behind his ears.

A feeling of powerlessness wrapped around his body, which was uncomfortable.

"Writer, are you awake?" was Huo Shan's voice.

"Not dead~"

"Cough~" Another bloody bubble floated out from between the writer's teeth.

Those blisters were filled with the writer's blood, and his internal organs were ruptured.

The spacesuit injected him with painkillers.

"The writer has bad news for you," Huo Shan seemed to be speaking next to his ear. He was reaching out and turning on some instruments, and red, red and blue flashes were very complicated. "'Qinhuang' ignored your text message."

The writer supported himself, but he exerted too much force and drifted towards the blue side.

The glass cover hit the hanging window, and the writer saw what was happening outside.

The outside is dark gray, with some tiny bright colors floating in the distance. Those are cosmic debris, including debris from the Era Era aircraft and debris from stars. Most of them come from the asteroid belt and were carried over by flying stars. But there are also some.

, comes from the moon.

The writer saw the moon, which was missing a corner. It was like a huge pastry with a small bite taken off by one of its front teeth.

The moon, which has been chanted by the earth for thousands of years, looks extremely ugly from this angle.

The moon was torn into two pieces between the flying star and the earth. The larger half was about 7/8 of its original size, and the smaller 1/8 was split into thousands of meteorites by the flying celestial body.

These space debris, like the Sword of Damocles, hang high above the heads of mankind.

"Warn them again," the writer pressed the porthole and said coldly without looking back, "or we will all die together."

"I tried."

An irregular rhombus-shaped metal piece floated past the window, completely blocking the writer's view. He could not see the brilliance further away.

The writer grabbed the door of the porthole and slowly turned around. No accident, the writer kept spinning, and finally had to use his hands to stop himself.

On the glass cover, two bloody plum blossoms bloomed.

"Adjust the flight trajectory and crash into the 'Qin Emperor'," Huo Shan's whole body was horrified when the writer spat out that sentence.

"Sinking the 'Qin Emperor'? This..."

Killing someone was nothing to Huo Shan. But destroying the career he was fighting for...he hesitated.

The writer glanced at the policeman, who rarely objected. It seemed that the soldier's death had made him mature a lot.

"Trapped to death and then survive", the writer has not received professional space training, he twisted his body and felt very uncomfortable.

"If we lose, we die. History books say that we will perish if we rebel." For writers, honor is nothing, but for the army and police, it is life, even higher than life.

"'Emperor Qin' devoted the efforts of three generations..."

"I will soon die of ruptured organs, and you will die of lack of oxygen, or be destroyed by space debris before that," the writer interrupted Huo Shan, "Everything is over, isn't it? You pursue

My reputation is gone."

Death resets everything.

It is the only god that quantifies everything.

The writer raised a hand and lowered himself to the floor. However, there was no gravity and no feeling of bottoming. "They are not stupid."

Compared to housing criminals or destroying half of the airport, everyone knows which is more serious.

"Okay, let's change course."

Huo Shan compromised.

The cold light of the blue screen shone on his reluctant face.

It took more than a hundred years of hard work to get three space bases. It is unimaginable how difficult it is to start a business in this airport.

120 years ago, meteors invaded the Earth's orbit. The Earth's gravity captured the outer asteroids brought by the meteors, and those debris splashed onto the orbits of various planes like locusts.

Meteorological satellites, military satellites, navigation satellites... nine out of ten.

Human eyes in outer space are dark.

Without the guidance of basic satellites, satellite reconstruction returned to the eve of the end of World War II overnight. It went back hundreds of years.

A "Qin Emperor", "Caesar", and "Alexander" spent all the wealth of mankind, and even the country had to trade with major financial groups.

Now, Huo Shan cannot do anything to destroy a small life for the sake of it.

Huo Shan pushed the joystick that controlled the speed forward and adjusted the track.

"Is this an accelerating device?" The painkillers have taken effect and the writer doesn't feel that much pain, but he knows very well that this bad situation is getting worse as time goes by. The rupture of internal organs is not a good sign.

"Yes." Huo Shan stretched out a finger and waved the thing gently. There is an exoskeleton in the spacesuit, and these delicate instruments will be damaged if not careful.

Now the orbit they are flying is not on the same level as "Qinhuang", so they need to fly a semi-ellipse.

It's just that this side is a part close to the meteor, and there is a lot of cosmic debris. The actual trajectory of the flying star may not be a simple ellipse, but usually a polyline.

There is a circular flying saucer on the screen, marked with two Chinese characters, "Qinhuang".

Based on the size of the illustration, the author simply estimated that the time between the two aircraft would be that the two aircraft would meet after half a constant solar time in the best case scenario.

"If the angle is right, you can use optical instruments to see the 'Qinhuang' from here," Huo Shan slowly aligned a tiller according to the distance measurement display, operating it like a wheel helmsman.

Very close.

"But the Space Force has weapons," Huo Shan blocked the position of the tiller and turned around.

In fact, there was no need for him to look back. The earphones in the glass cover would accurately transmit the sound to their ears.

"arms?"

"Yes," Huo Shan nodded, "There are too many space debris. They need special missiles to push those things away or destroy them."

In other words, now that Bai Qi has not obtained the permission of "Emperor Qin", approaching him will be regarded as an act of war, and there is a high probability that he will be destroyed.

"So, we can only pray for their mercy, right?" The writer walked slowly to the console.

The two red dots kept getting closer, and the red light shone on the writer's face.

His eyes reflected a deep black color.

Can't advance, can't retreat.

They reached an impasse.

"Can you dodge the missiles?"

"Unlikely," Huo Shan turned around and sat on the console, "Qinhuang has the most powerful artificial intelligence and can calculate the trajectory in a few seconds."

"Manual operation."

When technology becomes a god, never forget that people have hands. This weapon is more reliable than a weapon built with complex connections.

The writer put his hand on the operating table, but did not touch the tiller because he didn't know how to do it.

"I advise you not to do that." Huo Shan warned the writer, "because you will die faster that way."

The missile is tracked by a heat source and will be tracked once it is locked. A human's reaction is definitely not faster than a computer's.

Not everyone flies a fighter jet.

The writer nodded.

"How can I ascend to the rank of 'Emperor of Qin'?" The writer did not dwell on this fruitless question. It was meaningless.

"Qinhuang has eleven berths, on the port side of Qinhuang, now on our right."

The port side is a navigation convention. In the past, the right side of the ship had the rotor (propeller), which was inconvenient to dock, so it was usually the port side. This convention has been followed in space.

Zizzi~

The alarm bell rang.

[Warning, fire control radar locked.]

The single wave frequency emitted by the fire control radar was captured by Bai Qi's external sensor.

"Qinhuang" sent a very bad signal, retreat or fire.

The writer glanced at the logo on the home screen.

He asked the artificial intelligence, "Bai Qi, what is the maximum flight speed of the Qinhuang's main weapon at this distance?"

"3 minutes."

"Which one is the communicator?" the writer asked.

Huo Shan clicked on a small square, and a plastic keyboard protruded from that place.

(Not touch screen, for stability.)

"The last chance," the writer's fingers clicked on the keyboard quickly. As a novelist, his typing speed is as fast as a full meal. Characters quickly jumped onto the screen. "I gave you..." The voice was very small,

Huo Shan basically didn't hear it.

"Police, look outside and tell me if the missile comes and there is a tail flame," the simplest way is the most reliable.

The policeman said nothing.

Timing. Start.

"Should we brake by hand?" Huo Shan was puzzled.

The writer nodded, "This method is the best."

Bai Qi didn't have any weapons and could only be beaten.

But the "Qinhuang" is unlikely. It has many missiles. As long as you dodge one missile, there will be no second one.

Stick to him and fight him fiercely. Trade a spaceship for an airport and make money with tears and blood.

The two aircraft continued to approach.

About five minutes later, Bai Qi's radar detected an aircraft launching from the "Qinhuang".

"Ahem~" the writer smiled contemptuously. "Don't believe in my courage?!"

"Bai Qi chimes the time!" The writer removed the tiller's clamping position, flattened the handle, and straightened the flight path into a straight line.

Since it is impossible to defend, let the opponent's actions be anticipated in advance, and the absolute passivity will be improved.

Huo Shan did not stop the writer, because it would be the same if he replaced him, and it would have no effect.

【One minute!】

The writer feels that his arms are very heavy.

Threads of sweat oozed from his skin.

Police, "Will you regret it?"

"It is appropriate to regret," the writer sighed.

"I don't know who is right? Who is wrong! But, it's obvious that you are all cold-blooded," the policeman said, feeling that his world view had collapsed when he was with them. "It's so cold-blooded!" He gritted his teeth on the second half of the sentence.

As an anti-narcotics police officer, he has always done the right thing and nothing wrong. When faced with the guilt of such a choice, he was already overwhelmed.

The writer understands. There is no way to refute him. Everything he said is right, he is cold-blooded.

【Two minutes!】

The red light flashed and shone on the writer's face, making him look like a demon at this moment.

"Police, I'm sorry." In the eyes of the writer, there is only value. Those who have value should be kept and those who have no value should be discarded. "We are all a speck of dust, mistakenly placed in a position that does not belong to us."

He was just a writer, what did he do wrong? He was also promoted to Xingtai.

"You are too weak, this is your sin!" The writer tightened his grip on the handle.

The law protects people and justice, but it cannot guarantee that the law is completely just. This kind of tragedy will not be the first, and it will not be the last.

【Three minutes!】

"Life is so short," the writer lamented, "being plundered by these vulgarities makes it even shorter!"

【Three minutes and ten seconds~】

The police were silent, no one was willing, they were all victims.

[Three minutes and fifteen seconds]

The writer's breathing began to quicken.

Through the headphones, you can clearly hear the heartbeat of the writer Dangdangdang. He is also a human being, he is also afraid, and he is also restricted by general biological laws.

"Coming!"

Outside the porthole, a bright orange light pierced through like a short javelin.

"Very good," the writer said, directly changing the tiller into a circular arc.

Bai Qi opened a side nozzle, flicked his tail in space, and changed the angle.

The huge inertia threw the two unprepared people to the other side of the window. The writer held the tiller and changed the trajectory twice.

The writer has never flown a fighter jet, so he did not use any fancy evasive maneuvers.

Bai Qi flew around, drawing a line randomly.

This is space, faster.

"If we're lucky, there will be space debris that will crush it."

Outside the porthole window, a flame tail flew past.

Fortunately, it was outside the damage range of its explosion. It was thrown out by the huge inertia.

The radar on the screen shows this very well.

But it's not safe now, it will catch up.

"Bai Qi! How far are we from 'Qinhuang'!" The writer took a look at the direction in which the missile turned, and changed its trajectory in the opposite direction.

[Current speed...3 minutes]

"The situation is not good~"

The distance of three minutes means that the missile has another chance to aim at Bai Qi.

"Turn over?" Huo Shan asked doubtfully.

"No," the writer raised his eyes with a fierce look, "speed up and pounce!"

"Accelerate, we are not in a position for rendezvous and docking..."

"Have you ever heard of a last-ditch fight?" The writer's thin lips were like two pieces of metal foil, making a scary sound, "If you are afraid of them, you will die. If they are afraid of you, you will live."

"This is crazy," this is no longer a simple threat, this is a naked attack, "Can we think of another way?"

"Stay alive," the writer pushed the handle to the end, and Bai Qi began to accelerate on this track.

"It's full of debris outside," Huo Shan was shocked and was about to pull the joystick. Such blind acceleration was tantamount to courting death.

But... the writer broke the joystick with one hand, snapped it with a click, threw it away, and spun a weird trajectory in the air before hitting the metal shell with a duang~ sound.

At the moment when Huo Shan was surprised, the writer used all his strength to unscrew the tiller.

Leave no chance of survival.

"You..." Huo Shan punched the writer on the mask.

The two writers stumbled, fell to the ground, and coughed up more blood.

"Now...ahem...let's pray to all the gods!" The blood stains at the corners of his mouth, coupled with the writer's face, made it even more ferocious.

Without the determination to die, it is impossible for "Emperor Qin" to accept "Bai Qi".

"Bai Qi" is like an arrow from a bow that keeps hitting.

At this distance and accelerating at this speed, Emperor Qin had no choice at all.

Even if the missile behind hits "Bai Qi", the wreckage of "Bai Qi" will still penetrate the "Qin Huang".

This is death together.

Baiqi's speed is getting faster and faster, and the rocket behind it drags out a long flame tail, splitting the dark twilight into two parts. It is like a sword tearing through the ink-colored cloth.

Crazy. Everything is crazy.

"Write a suicide note~" The writer stopped moving and lay quietly.

"You..." Huo Shan raised his fist and was about to hit.

The police stopped Huo Shan.

Even if we kill the writer now, what's the use?

"Write a suicide note~" the policeman shook his head.

Huo Shan's body became weak, and he felt that his strength had been drained away.

He staggered up to the porthole and looked out the window helplessly.

From here, he saw Qinhuang, the airport.

The football-shaped metal shell is covered with densely packed solar panels, which look like carp scales and emit a dark light.

Several aircraft, like escorts with swords, cruised around him. Those were the ships of the Space Force.

There are several straws and the same bracket extending out from one side, which is the berth of the spacecraft and the interface for the next expansion.

This airport was not built at once. From its interface, it can be seen that it looks like a stack of building blocks.

The writer sighed.

Death~

Why is it that only this terrifying thing has gained eternity?

You took away great achievements without stopping, and took away all grandeur without hesitation. You crushed life, crushed civilization, and crushed the galaxy.

However, without you, nothing would be worth cherishing.

"Kaka~"

The white metal shell groaned. The fragments hit him.

The writer is still lying there, he has no suicide note to write.

He feels that he is meaningless to this world. He has no love and no hatred. Since his birth, his parents abandoned him, and then his sister.

Having nothing, the happiness he gets in this world is not related to what he gets.

If there was a god in the world, he might ask what kind of life a person should have.

"Crackling~"

The fragments hit the shell of "Bai Qi", but this level of impact was not enough to stop him.

On the porthole, gravel flew by and firelight splashed.

Listening to Bai Qi's scalp-numbing moans was like a horrifying requiem song.

The police turned on the camera on his chest and left a short farewell letter to his wife.

Three minutes, a long time.

It's enough for a person to think about it for a long time.

...

Bai Qi is broken.

Hit by a missile.

The cabin was affected by the missile explosion at a distance of 58 meters from Emperor Qin, and the metal slices were embedded in the spacecraft like cutting tofu.

The white round cabin sank into a big pit in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, the flying fragments penetrated Bai Qi and broke out from the other side.

A piece of shrapnel cut into Bai Qi's engine.

The swirling jet encountered a moment of resistance, its tail swelled up like a balloon, and then exploded.

The explosion of the engine was the main reason why Baiqi fell apart.

The collapse, led by the thruster, proceeds from back to front.

Everything on Bai Qi's body peeled off layer by layer like an onion.

First the armor, then the heat insulation layer, and finally the return capsule...

But such a rupture did not completely stop Bai Qi's progress.

The broken return capsule was like a bullet, twisting a spiral in space, aiming at Qin Huang's regeneration and circulation module, and smashed it over.

In space, there is no sound.

The cold sun looked coldly at these lights that did not belong to him.

In distress, people fight with each other!

The curtain falls~

The meeting is dismissed!