"Crappy iron braincase, decent operation will cost us all our lives, what the hell are you rubbing? Would someone give you a gold medal for 'Safe Driving'? Malcolm yelled at the robot.

"I can't, so can you?" Hearing this, 'Lone' immediately took his hands off the pole and actually gave up the operation at this juncture.

"Annoying troublemaker, sticky puppet with a long nose, you're a piece of rust that has passed its shelf life of 10,000 years!" Malcolm cursed loudly, his palm already gripping the steering stick in front of him, and Jonny couldn't see it on the ground before, but as soon as he sat on the bridge, he seemed to immediately become as resentful as 'Plus'.

The Starlight climbed above the quadrant axis under Malcolm's manipulation, and the artificial gravity in the cabin made Jonny feel nothing out of the ordinary, except that the stars were falling rapidly outside the porthole.

The screen in front of him shook, and the words "missile attack" lit up again, and then the alarm sounded one after another, and under the premise that the missile behind the boat was still trailing, the other party fired more.

"Let me report to you, they gave you four more sugar pills, if you don't eat this one again, I'm afraid you'll have to knock your teeth together." 'Tuba' tone was elated, as if it was more amusing to make Malcolm deflated than to be a pile of scrap metal.

Malcolm stared at the screen without blinking, seemingly deaf to the big warning, and he seemed to be fully in his own state at this point, one palm firmly controlling the steering stick, and the five fingers of the other hand were dancing intricately on the touch plate in front of him.

As the stars outside the porthole shifted to one side under his control, the Starmang scurried below the quadrant like an osprey spotting its prey, spinning, the glowing green of her belly drawing a long green tracer.

"These impatient rats hit Lao Tzu's garbage boat with five valuable electromagnetic bombs, which is completely contrary to the petty nature of the boat people." Malcolm gritted his teeth and muttered as he stared intently at the screen, his hands constantly correcting the angle of his flight.

"Are you crazy? I've already told you clearly, five of them together, this pile of rags will be unbearable! "'Lone' immediately recognized Malcolm's intentions and tried to alert him.

"I don't have the luxury of time to deal with them one by one, either I don't eat it, or I eat it all at once......" Malcolm continued to muttered to himself, his eyes unblinking, and a smile seemed to hang on the corner of his solemn mouth.

Facing the four missiles head-on, and following the earliest one behind him. Under Malcolm's precise operation, the Starlight was unbelievably pulled up when it was about to be hit by two phases, and the well-designed missile also tailgated and steered at the same time, because of the angle, they collided at the convergence point, and then exploded violently, and a large electromagnetic storm burst out like a wild horse.

The Starlight was soaring upwards like a cloud-piercing arrow, and behind her was a rapidly expanding ship nemesis capable of disintegrating the ship's full function.

A chase between lightning and fireflies was decided at the moment when the Starlight was about to leave the range of the electromagnetic explosion.

In the cockpit, Malcolm pushed the steering stick violently, and the momentum of the ship's rush suddenly slowed down, which made the declining electromagnetic grating finally touch the green glow on the belly of the Starlight, and after a few flashes, the green shadow disappeared, as dark as ashes, making the small spaceship instantly become a dying flying insect in a vacuum.

"I have a bad premonition." Roger was out of breath and shouted at Jonny long before the ship was pulled up, the details of the detection data on the projection screen were more like a live broadcast involving life and death for him and Jonny, and what he had to care about was that the two of them and his father's life were obviously completely uncontrollable.

The feet were suspended, the body was light, the light sources around him were all extinguished, everyone only felt that the whole body floated into the air, Roger near the hatch was frightened by this situation and screamed, even Jonny couldn't help but exclaim, but just in a blink of an eye he had realized that this was just a state of weightlessness, and now on this fleeing spaceship, any state is probably new to him for the first time.

Rather than admiring and admiring Malcolm's dazzling flying skills, the experience of weightlessness for the first time clearly made Jonny feel terrible himself. Unable to step on the ground, unable to control his body, in the cockpit with no light source, he only felt as if he was floating in a never-ending unknown, and instinctively, he began to reach out and dance around trying to grab anything that could keep his balance.

That's when he spotted those eyes.

The dew in the sand, the stars in the night, they were there, watching, curious, tentative, guided, as if they were just a hasty casual glance, and as if they had been staring at him for a long, long time, they blinked slowly, as if they were talking to him, as if they were muttering to themselves.

Two generations, decades of life, both in reality and in dreams, this is the most beautiful eye he has ever seen.

The porthole lets in the starlight, and when the eye gradually adjusts, it can faintly distinguish objects. At this time, Jonny faintly saw the owner of the eyes stretching out a palm to him, so he reached out and held it without hesitation, and immediately stabilized his body, so that the unknown direction of the body regained its center of gravity.

He naturally noticed the tenderness and smallness of that palm, and somehow, an indescribable sense of happiness came to him, and he only felt his heart beating like a drum and his cheeks were hot.

"Ouch!" Roger, who was floating, didn't know what he had hit at this time and screamed in pain, and the 'tuba' in front of the bridge in front of him turned his head and shot two rays of light from his eyes to shine on him.

"The crab shells of the Feather God family, you forgot to give them magnetic boots." It turned its fellow soldiers, two searchlight-like eyes toward Malcolm, who squinted expressionlessly in the blinding light.

"Don't be surprised, it's just a restart, it's right away." Malcolm said nonchalantly.

"Just a reboot? I saw the ship being chased by that circle of lightning, and we were hit by an electromagnetic bomb! Roger was holding the roof of the cockpit with his hands, and his whole body was completely volleyed. Don't pinch my legs, old man! That's my leg! He shouted behind him.