Tongtian-2 enters the zenith space station, a space elevator located over Shangdu International Airport, a spacecraft that carries ordinary people removed from Mars.

The side doors opened, and the passengers, dressed in spacesuits, lined up on the spacecraft, one by one to enter the decompression chamber.

The pressure rise is completed, the hatch is closed, the staff opens the decompression chamber door to help people come out of the decompression chamber, people open their masks one after another, and breathe excitedly, although the oxygen here is no different from that in the spacesuit, but the feeling of returning to Earth is really good!

"Please enter the Zenith space station in order, we will carry out identity registration, please cooperate with the staff, thank you for your cooperation......" prompt tone is played in a loop in the space station.

The staff motioned for everyone to raise their right hands and unlock their phones to register their information.

In the crowd was a teenager with his mask locked, his head bowed in an effort to hide his form.

He leaned against the bulkhead and said nothing, and as the people passed through the hatch one by one, he followed the last.

"Sir!" A staff member grabbed his left shoulder, the space was so cramped, he was naturally spotted, and when the staff touched his body, he jerked.

"Please turn on your phone, I want to register your identity information."

The young man did not answer, he lowered his head and did not turn around, this series of anomalies aroused the alarm of the staff, and he stood in front of the young man.

"Sir, this is the last time I say it, please cooperate with the registration, there will be the next group of people behind!"

The young man shook his right arm, the right sleeve of the spacesuit swayed weakly, he had no right arm, he was disabled.

"Ah, I'm sorry sir, I'm sorry, please forgive me for my presumptuousness, but you still have to register, it's related to the orderly progress of the Martian evacuation plan!" The staff member expressed his apologies, and he bowed to the teenager.

"It's okay...... The phone is on the left wrist...... I thought I was up, I forgot I was missing an arm......"

"It's okay, welcome back to Earth, you're a hero." The staff bowed to the boy again, then helped the boy raise his left arm and pointed the electronic device at the phone on his wrist.

However, the teenager did not unlock the mobile phone, the electronic device could not be read, and the information registration failed.

"Sorry, your phone isn't unlocked." The staff patiently reminded.

"Actually, my phone is broken, I can't open it, the maintenance personnel on Mars have emergency work, I can't disturb them." The young man whispered.

"Then can you tell me your identity, we will do a manual registration." The staff proposes a solution.

"Alec, 44, street manager, serial number B0567." Young people report their identity information to the staff.

"Are you sure, you look like you're only 24 years old, but you don't have to feel inferior at a young age, social welfare will help you get through the rest of your life in peace."

"Low self-esteem?! The rest of your life?!" The young man suddenly pushed the staff away as if he was stimulated, and yelled in an angry tone.

"Sir, it's our job!" The staff also shouted.

The staff members who gathered over drew their electric batons, and the two sides fell into a minute-long stalemate.

The young man regained his composure from his irritability, and he pressed his head against the bulkhead, silent, and the staff were at a loss.

"Please report the situation, has there been any unusual incidents?" A beep was heard in the cabin, indicating that the operators of the Zenith station had noticed an anomaly.

"There is a disabled person whose identity cannot be confirmed, and I will deal with it." The staff replied.

"Deal with it as soon as possible, don't delay time!"

The staff got up from the ground, he walked behind the young man, patted him lightly on the shoulder, and then stood respectfully in place waiting for the young man to respond.

The young man seemed to be a little reluctant, he was indeed impulsive just now, he didn't want to do this, but his ability to control his emotions was getting weaker and weaker.

"I'm sorry I lied to you, my name is Kemon, 25 years old, bartender, serial number C11369."

"Thank you, it's a pity that I show you here that you are a smuggler, can you give me a reasonable explanation, I am very reluctant to arrest you."

"I asked my friend Alec to give me the opportunity, so I pretended to be him on the ship because I was injured and I wanted to go home." Kemon explained.

"Verify ...... Alec has been contacted, verified, correct, verification completed. ”

"Kemon, congratulations, let's go to the elevator cabin!"

Kemon looked up in surprise, he had thought it would be difficult to pass through here, so he was ready to break through, although it was futile, but time was running out, he had to hurry, that was the only chance.

The crew is back to work, they are going to receive the next batch, empty Babel-2 as soon as possible, and get the spacecraft into the preparation stage to return to Mars.

Kemon got into the elevator cabin, and as the previous group began to decline, tomorrow was November 22, 2059, the judgment day of Lin Shao of the Shuanglin Confederation, and he spent a lot of money to buy Alec and let him give him the opportunity to evacuate.

Only in this way can he return to Earth before Lin Shao's judgment day, and once again someone has contacted him through special channels, those people will provide internal information about the Shuanglin Consortium, and he will go to implement a plan, which is likely to kill him, I hope that his family can forgive him, he can't meet them in such a face.

The elevator compartment door opened, and Kemon walked out of the elevator compartment in the middle of the crowd and changed out of the spacesuit with the help of the staff.

Walking out of the space elevator base station and facing the wide field of Shangdu International Airport, he once again felt the fresh air and brilliant sunset of the earth.

The phone is unlocked, and a communication request is accessed.

"Raven, please reply when you receive it!"

"The raven has received it and has reached Earth."

"Very good, the plan of action that the Shuanglin Consortium is preparing to carry out on Judgment Day has been sent to your mobile phone, and it will be deleted after reading, remember, be sure to get rid of Lin Shao, and this is your personal behavior, and it has nothing to do with anyone."

"I really hate the ugly face of your power-grabbers, and I dare not admit it." Kemon whispered, feeling very sick.

"I don't want to listen to this nonsense, I care if you want to be my pawn!"

"Hmph, the most poisonous woman's heart, I want Lin Shao to die, that's all!"

"Then do your thing, it's called a win-win!"

The communication was hung up from the other side, Kemeng put down his left hand, today is about to end, tomorrow's sunrise is the moment when the action begins, Lin Shao's trial place is set up in Yuanchan City, and now there is still the problem of shuttle tickets.

A hooded man rubbed past him, as if inadvertently hitting him.

"I'm sorry, sir, I'm thinking about things." The man hurried away.

A brand new shuttle ticket dropped on the ground, and Kemeng crouched down to pick it up, a ticket to Yuanchan City in an hour.

When he raised his head again to look for the man's traces, the man had disappeared into the wide lawn of Shangdu Airport.

In such a big place, I just bumped into myself, and I just dropped a shuttle ticket to Yuanchan City and was about to depart, it seems that this is for my own convenience.

Although this feeling of being manipulated by others is really bad, in order to kill Lin Shao, the rest doesn't matter, he is bound to take revenge, and no one can change it.

The shuttle to Yuanchan City has docked steadily, and Kemeng resolutely walked towards the boarding gate, Judgment Day, the guilty must be punished!

(End of chapter)