When Dr. Drake said that he would take the place of the pilot and pilot the spacecraft himself, the immediate surprise of the chief engineer next to him,

"you?"

"Yes, it's me."

Dr. Drake spread his hands, and then asked, "How long?"

"We have lowered the detector and are conducting data detection and analysis."

The chief engineer replied, turning back to the previous conversation, "However, even if it is almost completely automated, you can hardly fly the entire ship by yourself."

"Fortunately, I am not alone."

Dr. Drake's face showed a confident smile. The other companion he was referring to was, of course, the riot that lived with him.

"?"

The chief engineer obviously did not quite understand what he was talking about, but could only judge that the other party meant that there was someone who supported him in the spirit with him mentally, so he didn't delve into it now.

On the row of consoles behind the control center, an engineer with sparse blond hair was aware of what Dr. Drake had just said inadvertently!

Wrong!

Very wrong!

According to a friend who worked in the base experiment, he secretly revealed to him that in the past few days, a secret experiment of combining some alien species with humans is being conducted in the base laboratory.

Combining the words Dr. Drake just said, he couldn't help but speculate whether the other party was now possessed by the alien biological possession in the laboratory.

‘Now the other party is in a hurry to board the spacecraft in person, should n’t it be to summon the alien army? ’

‘I ’m afraid that human beings would be in danger like that? ’

‘Should I contact the couplet quickly? ’

'damn it! I don't seem to have their contact information! ’

I have to say that this sparse blonde engineer's imagination is quite rich, but his intuition is quite accurate. As he speculated in his heart, Dr. Drake is really possessed by the alien and is preparing to go. Space summons the entire family of aliens to conquer the earth and eat all humans as their food in the womb!

now.

On the other row of consoles, a bald engineer is working on data detection and analysis to detect if the rocket is abnormal before launch.

Looking at the "Thirty Minutes Left" progress bar displayed on the screen, Dr. Drake, or in fact his parasitic personality riot, was so impatient that he couldn't wait, and was almost going crazy.

Really unbearable, he directly ordered: "Don't test again."

"Sir, this ..."

The bald engineer didn't know what to do for a while. He naturally knew the importance of inspection and analysis before the rocket took off. For the time being, he didn't mention the huge cost of hundreds of millions of dollars that was required before and after. If something goes wrong during the launch, it's not just about money, it's also about human life. Not to mention, this ride was the most important head of their entire Life Foundation!

"Do I need to repeat it again?"

Dr. Drake looked a little irritated, and raised his voice again, commanding solemnly, "Start the launch procedure!"

As he said, he pushed him away, and sat up with his fingers to knock quickly. Finally, he entered a series of six-digit launch codes.

Seeing the surrounding engineers and control center staff, they were stunned.

"Mr. Drake, what's wrong with him? Why are you so anxious to go to heaven?"

"Yeah, can't you wait for the last thirty minutes? You know, as much as 90% of the failures caused by the rocket launch can be detected in the front row of the rocket launch."

"Yes, he is the president of a billion-dollar business empire, and he doesn't take his life seriously?"

"In short, I don't think it's too wrong ..."

The engineers and staff nearby looked at Dr. Drake with skepticism. They always felt that there was a problem and there was something wrong, but they couldn't tell the specific reason.

"The rocket launch counted down five minutes and the automation process has begun."

"Start your time now."

"5:00 ..."

"4:59 ..."

"4:58 ..."

Previously, the sparse blonde engineer who had long noticed that Dr. Drake was possessed by the alien, was now inspired by the intuition to quickly publish a charter of the space exploration project produced by the Life Foundation.

Quickly turn to the termination agreement page, find the agreement code required for the emergency braking solution, and quickly enter the termination agreement, ready to secretly cancel the rocket launch.

It's just that!

Dr. Drake's eyes rolled and turned gray, and his special sensory judgment made him discover the person who was delivering the termination agreement very accurately.

When the sparse blonde engineer had just typed the second letter code, a silver-black tentacle reached out, and Le tied his wrist so that he couldn't move.

"bad!"

The decisive engineer's expression changed suddenly!

He knew that he was absolutely finished when he was found by the other party!

Yes, this silver-black tentacle extends from Dr. Drake.

Immediately afterwards, it was clear that Dr. Drake's human body was quickly covered by a mass of silver-black tissue, and his height was also increasing significantly, and finally reached almost three meters!

"Oh! Shet!"

"Oh my God, what's wrong with the president?"

"Monster! Monster wow!"

Inside the rocket launch control center, the crowd was frightened and panicked, and backed away, as far as possible from this terrifying monster.

"Roar!"

The riot roared, his left tentacle entangled the sparse blonde engineer, and his right arm transformed into a sharp blade.

"Shet! I'm really done!"

The engineer was ashamed.

Sure enough, just as his desperate last words fell, the violent wrist blade also waved!

Click!

Landing head!

The hot red blood splattered along the neck and throat blood vessels, splattering around like a blood-colored fountain.

In a chaotic scream, these people in the control center fled out and rushed to the door.

"Hum, want to run?"

The riot jumped up, jumped seven or eight meters away, landed, and intercepted at the exit.

Then the exaggerated giant mouth raised a large arc, and when he saw his arms, he transformed into two round blades each with a length of four or five meters, plus his torso. Meter!

Huh!

The riots came just a few times, and the thirty or forty staff members present were all halved and split in half.

None survived!

For a time, the entire control center lobby was full of corpses!