At this moment, just above the moon, in the boundless space, as the orbits overlap, the two space stations Mithra and the Statue of Liberty meet again in this deserted void after half a year.

　　

　　 Even the closest distance is more than 200 kilometers.

　　

　　 When the armors of each other opened and gradually moved closer, everyone's expressions became excited as if they were welcoming a war.

　　

　　 Admittedly, there is nothing wrong with war...

　　

　　 When the scene behind the porthole on the opposite side was projected in front of Huai Shi, he was stupid.

　　

　　 Hundreds of burly men with paint smeared on their faces, their hair tied or shaved, and their tops naked, showing countless murderous paintings and body hair.

　　

　　 Holding a mop stick or a spear and battle axe temporarily transformed from steel in his hand, he glared and screamed at the Romans on the opposite space station under the leadership of the foremost station master.

　　

　　 The electrical signal from space conveyed the mighty voice without reservation.

　　

　　The leader in the front even held a lively chicken in his hand, chopped it on the spot, smeared his face with blood, and demonstrated loudly to the Romans on the other side.

　　

　　 Immediately afterwards, the hundred-man phalanx of the'Roman Infantry' also began to demonstrate, with colors.

　　

　　 yelled Rome and Caesar in unison!

　　

　　 Then, he raised his head loudly and sang the military song.

　　

　　 For a time, the voices from each other echoed in the communication between the two parties.

　　

　　 Two hundred kilometers apart, the staff of the two scientific research and observation space stations sent greetings to the long-lost voyagers.

　　

　　 until the time of just three minutes passed in an instant.

　　

　　 The two sides crossed the track.

　　

　　At the last time, the webmasters of the two sides waved goodbye and agreed to meet again in half a year.

　　

　　 Then the soldiers who had reached 250,000 to 80,000 just now began to busy clean up the garbage in the cabin and the things that fell on the ground.

　　

　　 Huaishi was dumbfounded throughout, sucking the watermelon jelly that was already empty in his mouth.

　　

　　 "Like you laughed, outsiders are rarely seen during space travel. Sometimes when you encounter something, everyone will be over-excited."

　　

　　 The stationmaster took off his helmet, and Xiang Huaishi explained triumphantly: "But that group of jaguars lost again! How does that compare with our real thing? The champion of this year's Space Warriors Cup is none other than our Mithra!"

　　

　　 "Absolutely, do you still have games!"

　　

　　 "Yes, this is still initiated by the Bast Space Station in Egypt. The annual competition program is awarded by the Existing Space Council. It is an honor for every astronaut!"

　　

　　 Is it a bit too much for you to play space role-playing and the whole trophy?

　　

　　 Huai poems can only offer applause of admiration after listening to the poem.

　　

　　You still know how to play.

　　

　　 But I can’t play it...

　　

　　 In this place where everyone has to line up to use the toilet in a dormitory with 20 people for a year, if you can’t play, you will drive yourself crazy with the pile of instruments and data every day.

　　

　　 It’s just fun in hardship.

　　

　　 There is no happy water, no privacy space, or even pornography. Hundreds of people live in an iron box with endless work and endless data. I am afraid that A Zhai, who is unwilling to go out, can’t stand it.

　　

　　 Hell development is better than this job.

　　

　　 can go out at least.

　　

　　 Going out here, once there is no oxygen, it is a dead word.

　　

　　 The void of the universe is too huge, even if it's just a round trip between the Earth-Moon system, it is still long enough to be numb. In contrast, everyone is just ants curled up in a box.

　　

　　 did not immerse himself in sentiment for too long.

　　

Just as the space station was about to turn over the dark side of the moon, in the projections from the outside world, everyone saw that at the end of the moon plane, on the eternally pale ground, suddenly a slender beam of light rose, like It was a sharp iron needle that pierced from the inside out, pierced the moon's shell, and pointed to the present.

　　

"what is that?"

　　

　　 Huai Shi scratched his head, and looked at: "Is there a firework? It's a holiday on the moon?"

　　

　　 "That's a second-level emergency alert, sir--" The stationmaster's expression became serious: "Maybe something happened to the prison, remind everyone to beware of escapers."

　　

"prison Break?"

　　

　　 Huai Shi was stunned for a long time, unimaginable.

　　

　　 In this kind of place buried deep under the moon, once the oxygen is cut off, they will suffocate to death, so there are people who can escape from prison? This is not a place where you can just grab a set of protective clothing.

　　

　　 Throw away the heavy defenses inside, and the harsh external conditions alone are enough to despair all escapers.

　　

　　 Thousands of kilometers of uninhabited area is enough to trap all escaped people.

　　

　　 Loss of temperature, death; suffocation, death; hunger, death...

　　

　　 The nearest supply station is two thousand one hundred kilometers away. Mathematicians ensured the monthly replenishment through precise calculations, accurate to every bite of starch and every screw.

　　

　　 Since the construction of the Lunar Prison, there have been a total of four Level 5 Ascended Persons serving their sentences there. There are countless other scholars and alchemists, and even the creator and the great master are among them.

　　

　　 No one can leave it.

　　

　　 In the above-mentioned special case, no one even waited until the day of release.

　　

　　 "Mr. Huaishi, I am afraid your journey will be affected."

　　

　　 After the stationmaster put down the communicator, he brought bad news: "Now all takeoffs on the moon require the approval of the management committee to be released. Our aircraft have tasks. I am afraid it will be difficult to send you down without permission.

　　

　　 We have confirmed from Kepler Guguchi base that all their vehicles must be launched within two hours, otherwise they will have to stay and cooperate with the investigation——"

　　

　　He paused, and looked over sympathetically: "In other words, if you wait for the committee to approve our descent and takeoff, you may not be able to catch the ship of the Ishigama Society."

　　

"then what do I do?"

　　

　　 The poet Huai was stupid, and looked down at the phone.

　　

　　 The scheduled itinerary card is dead, there are still two hours, it should be enough to pass the verification after Huai Shi descends, and leave calmly after meeting with the people of the Shikama Society.

　　 It's just a disaster!

　　

　　 Someone escaped from the Darkside Prison, and the small wings incited it, causing all takeoffs and landings on the moon to be disrupted.

　　

　　 Now that the ships at Kepler base are allowed to lift off, I am afraid that it is because Ishigama Society is big enough, and they are almost on the other side of the moon, and the escaped in a short time cannot cross such a long distance.

　　

　　 "Uh, this is the problem."

　　

　　 When the station master said this, his expression became embarrassed: "Although the aircraft cannot take off and land, we have an airborne cabin for drone sampling..."

　　

　　 He gave a dry cough, and said apologetically: "If you don't dislike it, you can actually make do with it."

　　

　　 This suggestion is actually not very reliable.

　　

　　 If Huai Shi is not a well-known ascender, he would not even mention it.

　　

　　 This is no different from stuffing people into torpedoes and launching them. They are things that can't come back after throwing them out.

　　

　　The airborne tank loaded with drones was originally a one-time consumable, used to detect large meteorites, and tools for rock sampling and analysis.

　　

　　 is still equipped with landing gear and buffer equipment to ensure the integrity of the drone, but there will be no fuel to let it fly back from the moon's gravity.

　　

　　 Otherwise, it will not be able to bypass the current takeoff control of the moon.

　　

　　 In addition, the only vehicle capable of transporting people at the Minerva space station is the space shuttle used to regularly transport and receive supplies.

　　

　　Ghost knows how long the flight control on the surface of the moon must be maintained.

　　

　　Space voyage is not an outing. If the thing is lowered and the takeoff permission is not obtained, the operation of the Minerva space station will be affected. If it is a bit more tragic, it may even run out of food.

　　

　　 Therefore, when the multiple-choice question of Sorry Crew or Sorry Huai Shi is placed in front of the stationmaster, it can only be difficult to deal with the little brother who took a ride.

　　

　　 And Huai Shi, after carefully understanding the situation, also feels...this is also a way.

　　

　　 "You airborne warehouse..." Huai Shi pinched her chin and asked tentatively, "Is it safe?"

　　

　　 "The airborne cabin and the escape capsule of the Minerva space station are both in the same configuration, even more spacious and safer than that. After all, even a consumable drone is much more expensive than a human body."

　　

　　 "It sounds like it can be useful."

　　

　　 Huaishi suddenly breathed a sigh of relief: "Don't blow up halfway."

　　

Isn't 　　 just a black car?

　　

　　 It's not that I haven't sat...

　　

　　 Hell veteran driver Raymond’s truck doesn’t wear a seat belt, he can just send himself down.

　　

　　 is better than standing here and waiting for the car to miss.

　　

　　 After getting Huai Shi's consent, the stationmaster suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and he felt more guilty in his heart.

　　

　　 For fifteen minutes, the outer layer worked overtime. On the launch platform of the airborne warehouse, Huai Shi saw the prepared vehicle and all the tools prepared for him.

　　

　　 includes three layers of protective shock measures, enough to support compressed food for more than two days, save a little water that can be used for a week, and can be used as an oxygen consumable when necessary.

　　

　　 A small air cushion buffer device nested inside the airborne cabin.

　　

　　 A specially modified pistol that can be used in a vacuum, an alchemy bullet with a magazine.

　　

　　 Emergency radio station.

　　

　　 A source of human supplies, a medical kit, and even a repair kit filled with a complete set of maintenance tools, and even a set of the most eye-catching and most conspicuous red space suit, so that it is convenient for the search and rescue team to find something after an accident.

　　

　　There are also liquid layer cushioning garments with the highest safety specifications that are worn inside.

　　

　　Even dogs have a set!

　　

　　 "Uh, there is no need to have so many..." Huai Shi saw that she was wrapped in a ball, and she was dumbfounded: "I can't bring so many things."

　　

　　 "If you can't bring it, just leave it where you are."

　　

　　 "Isn't there no littering on the moon?"

　　

　　 "It doesn't matter, we will pay for the subsequent recycling and clean-up work." The webmaster said simply and neatly: "These are all necessary reserves."

　　

　　 Seeing their serious and careful look, Huai Shi even began to wonder if this group of people are more nervous than herself?

　　

　　 And the stationmaster seemed to see his doubts and asked: "Mr. Huaishi, maybe this is your first time in outer space operations?

　　

　　As researchers, we have nothing to point to the sublimers, but if it is a survival experience, there is still a little room to speak. "

　　

He solemnly said: "I give you a piece of advice: Here, everything must be prepared for the worst, ten times the preparation. Waste is never a problem, the problem is that there is no opportunity to waste~lightnovelpub.net ~This is a desperate situation that can't survive once you get out of the tool." He told the man in front of him, "In any case, you must be able to ensure that you can survive until the rescue team arrives after an accident."

　　

　　 In this way, he tightened the straps on Huaishi and hung the pistol on the outer backpack.

　　

　　A place that can be easily accessed at any time.

　　

　　 After the third inspection of the airborne warehouse, the stationmaster took a step back and waved goodbye to Huai Shi.

　　

　　 "I sincerely hope that we will see you again when you return."

　　

　　He said: "Goodbye, Lord Huaishi."

　　

　　 Counting along with the countdown.

　　

　　 The airborne tank shook suddenly and glided outward along the orbit. In the end, it left the space station, and under the acceleration of the ejection, it fell towards the eternal pale alien land below.

　　

　　 There is no friction of the atmosphere, no resistance of the air, no violent tremor, no abnormality.

　　

　　 Only the distant gravity gradually strengthened, telling Huai Shi: He is falling.

　　

　　 At that moment, his eyes went dark and he felt a bit of cold.

　　

　　 The premonition of death burst out.

　　

　　 Because in the dark universe in the distance, there was a cold glow.

　　

　　——As if the stars are coming!