At the edge of the Martian atmosphere, Yuan Luo held the control rod in one hand and supported his head with the other. He leaned half in the cockpit, looking boring. During this long and repeated driving, he had no fun. If there was any fun, it would probably be to savor the appearance of the seal slapping his belly while driving the boat.

Warning: If you focus too low, please stay focused!

An electronic sound warning came from the cockpit of the spacecraft. Yuan Luo saw a row of 0-100 scales on the dashboard, and the pointer on the scale at this moment pointed to the red area, which was about ten percent.

Yuan Luo yawned, and his concentration dropped again, reaching a crimson level of 5%.

Warning: If you focus too low, please stay focused!!

The spaceship reminded again that Yuan Luo extended his hand impatiently and turned the volume of the spaceship to silent mode. Suddenly, there was no sound in the spaceship, only the buzzing sound made when the engine vibrated.

Old-style spacecraft also has the benefits of old-style spacecraft. Yuan Luo thought, he heard that some new-style spacecraft, once they detect that the pilot's concentration has dropped to less than 50%, they will forcefully release their driving permissions and switch to intelligent flight, or simply stop.

What do you need to focus on when driving a spacecraft?

The emptiness of space is unimaginable, and the hugeness of space is also unimaginable. Yuan Luo feels that only 5% of the concentration is needed to fly in such a place.

After a while, Yuan Luo drove the spacecraft to space. In front of a huge space ring, the space ring was silver-white all over and slowly rotating above Mars.

This is the Mars Airport. All spacecraft entering and leaving Mars must be registered here, and Yuanluo is no exception. However, this registration is not done manually. You just need to rush past and let the airport's electronic system scan it.

As usual, there are many spacecraft in the airport, giant cargo ships, small ships, medium passenger ships, etc. The large one is several thousand meters long, and the small one is about ten meters away from Yuanluo's spacecraft.

However, unlike usual, most of these spacecraft are slowing down or simply stopping and motionless.

What is this doing?

Yuanluo was puzzled. This road is one of the busiest routes in space. After all, Mars is known as the second home of mankind, and trades with other planets are very frequent. In the past, the spacecraft he saw in the airplane, one of which was faster than the other. After all, time is credit coins, and making a living in the solar system, efficiency is everything.

He was somewhat confused and opened the spaceship's local channel and returned the volume back to normal. At this moment, a message was repeatedly played by the local channel.

"......Urgent notice: Due to some force majeure, Mars Airport will be closed in one hour, and Mars Space City will also be closed in one hour. Please return to the origin of all spacecraft. Those who cannot return should wait in place and wait for the force majeure to be lifted. During this period, it is strictly forbidden for anyone to change the ship and open the hatch door. Those who violate the violation will be held criminally responsible by the SSP. Thank you for your cooperation."

"Urgent notice? Close the airport and space city?"

Yuan Luo was a little surprised. He had been delivering goods on Mars for so long and had never heard of such an arrangement.

In order to confirm the validity of the message, Yuanluo transferred the spacecraft channel to the public chat channel. Generally speaking, in order to understand or exchange information, the ship operators on the journey will come to the public chat channel to communicate.

As soon as I opened it, there were overwhelming curses.

I heard countless people curse on the public chat channel: "Does MLGB still make people live? Can you buy Helium 3 that stops and opens without money?"

"What a great official power, the SSP, you can really use taxpayers' money as a treasure. Who will pay for the loss of shutdown?"

"The tax revenue is so high. If I can't make money, who will pay taxes for him? Just shut down it down. I don't even say when it will be opened. Are you just waiting like this?"

"It's all natural human dogs, why bother with each other? It's true, force majeure. I'll deliver the goods even if my mother dies! I've never seen anything majeure."

"Wake up, where did you come from? Your mother is a company!"

"Yes, it was delisted due to poor product sales a while ago because of its limit down and delisting. It was probably applying for bankruptcy and reorganization. Hahahahaha, my mother is dead!"

"It's so good, I really hope my mom is dead."

"Yes, I hope my mom is dead."

"Yes, I hope my mom is dead."

"I hope my mom is dead."

Perhaps the essence of human beings is a repeater. I don’t know who brought a wave of rhythm. Soon, the public chat channel changed from criticizing SSP to a formation like “Hope WMSL” with a laughing and hilarious formation.

After confirming the validity of the message, Yuan Luomo closed the noisy public chat channel without saying a word, slowly sat upright, and placed both hands on the control lever.

He was a little unhappy. He had originally delivered the goods for two hours. Now he cut the time halfway. The natural persons in the Berkelame Repair Department would not be merciful because of "force majeure" and would give him holidays or something. If he is late, he will be deducted money. This is the rule.

But there was no hope at all. He could hear the radio just now. Space City was closed before nine o'clock, so he only needed to enter Space City before nine o'clock, and it did not violate any regulations.

Time, one hour left.

......

......

At the same time, Germ had already flown to the deep space 10,000 kilometers away from Mars. After entering the vast deep space, he took off his helmet and cold sweat flowed down his forehead bit by bit.

The severe pain of the broken leg was not so easy to relieve. He adjusted the spacecraft to autonomous driving mode, and he tore the fabric around and gritted his teeth to make emergency hemorrhage-stop measures for himself.

Just as he was dealing with the wound, he suddenly caught a red spot of light appearing on the radar.

Is it the SSP group who caught up with me?

Germ's pupils shrank, he raised his head suddenly and looked behind him.

At this moment, the pain was so severe that if SSP caught up, he wouldn't have any good solutions.

The red dots on the radar were getting closer and closer, and Germ began to pray in his heart. Perhaps it was a god who appeared, and it was not the SSP that passed by, but an old-fashioned Ishire H1 cargo spacecraft.

I saw it fly over with a very fast speed.

Germ had been flying for many years and could see at a glance that the spacecraft was at least 100,000 kilometers per hour.

"Um?"

Germ frowned in confusion.

Ishi Heavy Industry has always been famous for its cargo spacecraft of outstanding quality. Its vehicles are not known for their speed, and the fastest can only drive up to 100,000 kilometers per hour. In other words, the guy in front is already moving forward at full speed at this time.

This speed did not surprise Germ. If he could, he could fully increase his Sylvester to 200,000 kilometers per hour to high speed, but the acceleration of the spacecraft takes time. If the speed is too fast, the human body will collapse because it cannot withstand the acceleration of the spacecraft.

The spacecraft looks obviously an old short-distance spacecraft, which can only fly out of Mars. It accelerates to a speed of 100,000 kilometers at such a close distance from Mars. It can be imagined how crazy the spacecraft has experienced.

"A guy who wants money but doesn't have life."

Germ muttered, and after he suddenly realized something, he couldn't help but look ecstatic.

It’s really hard to die. Originally, this area of ​​airspace was one of the busiest waterways in the solar system, with cargo ships coming and going in a row every day. However, after the SSP issued a warning message, the airspace became empty. This made it very difficult for him to obtain supplies or change his identity.

But by chance, a guy completely ignored the alert of SSP and appeared in outer space alone in the spacecraft. This was simply a gift from heaven. As long as he took the small spacecraft and then used the autonomous Sylvester as bait to attract SSP's attention, he drove the broken spacecraft and mingled into the space city. When rescue came, he could escape smoothly.

Thinking of this, Germ almost burst into tears. He didn't even hurt the wound on his leg. He put on his control helmet. The four nuclear engines of Sylvester R7 emitted violent blue flames and quickly accelerated to 150,000 kilometers per hour in space.

The Ishire H1 in front was getting closer and closer, and soon drove side by side.

When the two were at a constant speed, Germ saw the Ishi H1 beside him. On the side of the old H1, there was an exaggerated poster of a 2D beauty with plump breasts and perky butts. The beauty in the poster made seductive moves. There were also exaggerated pink advertising slogans printed below.

【Bekelaime more human than real human】

(Berkelammy, more like a human than a real person)

In the cockpit, there was a young guy wearing a gray freight express suit. He was about 17 years old, with thin black hair and thin lips, and a very white skin. On that face, he had a pair of blue and almost transparent blue eyes.

It's a synthetic man.

Germ felt even more relieved. He was a synthetic man himself and knew too much about synthetic man. It was easy to make the other party stop.

In order to stop the other party, Germ picked up the ship-based radio, connected the local channel, and said in it: "Brother, can you slow down? I am the maintenance department manager of Berkelami. I want to tell you something."

After Germ finished speaking, he put down the radio and waited for the other party to slow down.

Unexpectedly, there was no sign of slowing down the Ishire H1, and it was still flying in the universe calmly.

Germ frowned, picked up the radio, and ordered, "Hey, deliveryman, I'll let you stop, haven't you heard, be careful I'll deduct your salary!"

Germ himself felt terrible when he said such ruthless words. He knew very well how sensitive these deliverymen were to their wages. As long as he stopped, he would have a chance.

Germ reached out to the glove box with one hand, took out the pulse generator, and picked up the breathing mask with the other, ready to seize the ship at any time.

However, unexpectedly again, the Ishima H1 was still unmoved and drove its own.

Germ felt something was wrong. If he was a synthetic, how could he be insensitive to salary and did not take him seriously at all. It would be too rampant.

However, no matter why the other party is so rampant, his only chance today is to seize the inconspicuous broken spacecraft in front of him.

He put on his helmet and gave Sylvester a stop order with consciousness.

Sylvester became alive, and it shook its head and swung its body towards Ishih H1.

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A monthly salary of 2,000 credit coins, federal tax of 15,300 credit coins, and parenting loan of 20,400 credit coins. No, it has increased now, 25,500 credit coins. There are still 1,200 credit coins after deducting taxes. Daily food, 300 credit coins, rent, 550 credit coins, so there are still 450 credit coins left...

Yuan Luo looked at the sea in the photo and kept thinking about it.

The price of the Earth's space elevator is 10,000 credit coins at a time. It costs 2,000 credit coins at any time to say, eating, drinking, living and living on the earth. The most expensive one is the shipping ticket to the earth, which may require 100,000 credit coins.

It takes at least 110,000 credit coins to go to the earth to see the seal and touch its plump belly. It takes 245 months to save money.

If you count off the salary you have saved for two years, you will continue to save another eighteen years of salary...

Yuan Luo was still thinking about his mind, and the Sylvester beside him had already swung over.

He looked at the Sylvester beside him, and his face showed a look of eating shit. The universe is so big, it is hard to fly wherever he can't fly, but he just followed him, afraid that it would be a problem if it wasn't a brain.

On the dashboard, attention increased from the scale to one percent from the lowest scale to five percent.

Yuan Luo stretched out a hand and tapped on the main control screen a few times. Yishi H1 shook slightly, landing down ten meters in height, accurately avoiding the Sylvester who had not come over.

His attention fell back to one percent again, Yuan Luo held the control rod with one hand and his chin with one hand, and fell into deep thought.

Eighteen years are too long.
To be continued...