The solar system is broken

Let’s not talk about the situation on the water tower side, but let’s look at the home side.

The densely packed electronic screens and the blue cold light shone on the writer's pale face. He slowly put down the microphone in his hand, with a look in his eyes, as if something was wrong with him.

A hatch has been opened, and a suspended steel covered bridge leads all the way into the dark depths, where is the heart of the "Statue of Liberty" - the Baiqi rocket launch center. A few lights are faintly lit on the covered bridge,

It's too vague to see clearly. But everyone knows the end point of the covered bridge, which is a medium-sized space shuttle cabin.

There was no one in the entire launch center because Huo Shan didn't trust them at all.

There is only one person on the ground staff, Major Huo Shan.

The police have already put on spacesuits. This bulky final protection generally weighs more than 200 kg. However, this is the ultimate craftsmanship of ultra-light materials on earth.

Boom. Boom.

The huge space suit stepped on the ground, and the iron ground groaned extremely dullly, giving a strong sense of power.

"Writer?" The policeman slowly raised his hand and gestured to the writer.

However, this kind of spacesuit is very heavy, and he felt obvious weakness when his elbows were raised about 30°.

(This kind of space suit usually has a built-in exoskeleton, but it is still not easy to use on Earth)

"Heavy?"

"A bit," but the distorted expression behind the glass had betrayed him, and he blushed.

The writer glanced at the spacesuit placed on the tractor, and he was silent. Maybe he...

"Put it on quickly," the policeman twisted his body mechanically, and then walked away.

writer:...

When your fingers touch the special material, there is a special cold feeling.

The silver-white fabric follows the traditional style and has a Space Force badge on the chest.

The writer frowned and muttered to himself, "Is it space?"

Ahem.

"Put it on!" urged.

"He needs help," Huo Shan clicked the enter key. The rocket model appeared on the screen. Blue fuel flowed out from the ship tower, constantly injecting the nearly full rocket. "The rocket fuel is about to be full. I think we need to hurry up."

.”

The writer began to try to put on the heavy space suit. As expected, the writer could not play with the suit well at all. He suffered from frustration in this suit. He kept trying with his clumsy hands and constantly doubted his life.

The policeman covered his eyes, it was so embarrassing.

The writer has a look of despair on his face. I tried my best and it’s time to finish.

...

Sitting on the tractor was a fully armed writer. He was wearing a space suit that was two times larger than himself, with a dull expression.

Ga ga ga~

The tractor walked onto the beam bridge. The policeman stood in front of the tractor, holding the control lever, curling his lips with some disdain in his eyes. He muttered in a low voice, "Bean sprouts~"

Huo Shan held the computer and walked slowly behind, the blue screen light flashing on the glass cover.

The fuel replenishment is nearing completion and Baiqi can be launched at any time.

It was very dark under the covered bridge and could not see the bottom. With such visibility, the writer estimated that the height of the rocket was more than 100 meters.

Three-section main rocket and three sub-rockets are the standard configuration of the rocket.

The temperature in the launch silo was already very high, and the condensation water formed some densely packed small water droplets in the glass cover. From the writer's field of vision, it was very hazy.

"General Huo~" The sound transmission effect was not very good through the glass cover. The writer used all his strength and called out several times to attract Huo Shan's attention.

"Um?"

"Send a text message to the space station."

"?"Confuse.

"Warn them to take over the Baiqi spaceship, otherwise..." A trace of sternness flashed across the writer's face, "We will die together!"

Huo Shan pointed his finger and said, "You are really an authentic terrorist!"

"dislike?"

"No, at least it's not bad now," Huo Shan smiled obscenely and quickly clicked on the keyboard to edit this text message.

The writer looked at Huo Shan's expression and frowned slightly. Something seemed wrong with him. Could it be Lao Liu?

However, the text message was not sent because the external antenna had been disabled by the soldiers, and the email kept spinning in circles.

"Can't send it," Huo Shan closed the computer.

The writer nodded, "It's okay, the antenna will be repaired by the Lady Liberty themselves after we launch it."

"Terrorists" hijacked the Baiqi rocket ship and lost contact with the "Statue of Liberty". This day will be so extraordinary.

"So what do we need to do to get the space station to accept us?" Huo Shan was confused.

"I think the spaceport will understand." The writer did not answer Huo Shan. He did not think Huo Shan was trustworthy. After all, this person had no interest entanglement with him. The writer had no confidence simply relying on fragile emotional ties.

Huo Shan nodded. He didn't argue any more, because he probably sensed what the writer wanted to do.

After passing the covered bridge, there is Baiqi's launch module door.

The writer looked back at this place, but of course he saw nothing. He was about to leave, and his return date was unclear, and his life and death were unknown.

I sighed. My experience in the past month has been bizarre.

Originally, he was just a small novelist, relying on meager royalties to survive, but because of his sister's incident, he was involved in this bottomless quagmire.

From Asia to South America, from the ground to space. The journey is long~

"Let's go~" Huo Shan stretched out his hand.

The writer nodded mechanically, it's time.

The manhole cover of the launch silo slowly opened, and golden sunlight shone down. A slanted side of light drew an arc on the well wall.

The writer lay flat in the launch cabin, and the light illuminated his heart. He felt like he was alive again, as if God's salvation had arrived.

Is he a soldier? The writer doesn't know.

Take a deep breath.

"Where are the soldiers?" The policeman turned his head and glanced at the writer.

The writer closed his eyes, "He is not ready to live anymore."

"What?!" The policeman struggled to get up, but he was already fixed and couldn't break free with his strength. "Didn't we agree to escape together?"

He turned his head and said, "He lied to you. He made a mistake, but the Holy Mother did something crazy~"

"Quack, quack, quack~" The cabin door slowly closed with a sound like a file filing the skull.

"Put me down, I want..." The policeman was very excited. He moved his arms vigorously, but it was of no use. They were locked by a very simple hook lock. To open it, he needed the help of others.

However, the writer is of no help at this time.

"What do you want!" The writer suddenly opened his eyes, turned his head, and looked at the policeman with stern eyes, "Go and die?!"

When the policeman heard this, his body froze. Yes, so what if he went down, he couldn't save the soldier.

"At least..."

"Die together?"

"I..."

"Okay," Huo Shan interrupted the quarrel between the two and lowered his eyes, "Yimeng (the name of the policeman), the writer is right."

The policeman looked at Huo Shan in disbelief, "Right?! Just let him die?"

Huo Shan didn't speak, he couldn't answer this question.

The two of them are like decision-making machines, and the right hand of the judge is always on the side with the larger number.

As for the policeman? His eyes are always wandering.

"You knew this from the beginning, right?" the policeman asked the two loudly.

Neither of them answered. The writer opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Perhaps his voice was too soft and the police couldn't hear it.

Buzz buzz~

The policeman's gums began to vibrate, and the Baiqi rocket ship began to tremble, trembling like a massager. Huge mist rose from the condensation tank underneath, and then the people in the spacecraft felt a huge force pressing down on them.

, then there was a loud bang, and Bai Qi ejected.

on deck.

The soldier turned the water valve in his hand, but he turned it back.

Suddenly, he felt his body shaking violently, and then a white lightning shot out from the launch silo.

It was white and brought up a huge amount of water vapor.

The three sub-rocket nozzles had been turned on. He guided Bai Qi to a height of several hundred meters and hovered. Bai Qi twisted his huge body and adjusted a suitable direction in the air.

Then the main rocket ignited, dragging out a tail flame tens of meters long, and the three sub-rockets fell off directly. A water sword tens of meters high was stirred on the sea. The water splashed onto the already blackened "

There was a sizzling sound of evaporation on the hull of the "Statue of Liberty".

A few seconds after the main rocket was turned on, the rocket dragged out an afterimage and flew towards an unidentifiable high altitude.

"They're gone, it's my turn."

Crunch! Crunch~

The soldier turned his wheel slowly, and the water valve opened at a speed that was a bit beyond his expectation. He had opened it for fifteen minutes, but the screw threads had not yet reached 3/5.

"Huhu~" the soldier puffed out his cheeks, his face as red as a cooked crab. It was hot.

The underlying plastic of the military boots on my feet has melted and become latex-like and stuck to the iron plate.

"Ahem~" The soldier licked his chapped lips and continued to turn.

"herr, ich_komme (German: Lord ~ ​​here I come)."

【postscript】

[The sun was rising and the soldiers opened the floodgates.]

【He is dead.】

【Carbonization.】

[After the autopsy, it was found that there was an explosive warhead in his skull. The soldier shot himself when he was conscious.]

[The commander squatted in front of the unrecognizable charred corpse, sobbing bitterly.]

[No one died in vain (none of the guards standing guard on the deck died, the soldiers deliberately avoided vital parts). 】