They then secretly ambushed heavy troops in the established negotiation area and sent their most proud special operations unit to carry out a decapitation and sniper mission. And my beloved ancestor was the commander of this army. Judging from the facts that followed, it was clear that he did not belong to the category of prodigals, but to the rigidity of Roger and his grandfather......" Connell said in a serious manner, which naturally drew Roger's displeasure immediately.

"Hey, hey!" Roger reached out to snatch the glass from Cornell that he was using as a prop for his speech.

"The military style is obedient, and the rigid Clark only has superiors and tasks in mind." Cornell's mouth kept talking, leaning over and avoiding his son in embarrassment.

"The rest of the story is known to passers-by, the great and obedient Clark made a successful sneak attack and killed the Cyber leader in this mission, resulting in them being leaderless and having to flee Providence in a starship. And because of this, the story of Clark's old man was spread by the federal government, and statues of him holding the damn sniper rifle were erected. Honor, prestige, people's hearts, glory and wealth can make his old man and our unfilial descendants enjoy endless rewards one after another, and what is all this for? He looked at Jonny, who was not surprised, and he couldn't help but have a little respect for the man whom Roger called 'the guy who only cares about himself', as he had deduced the theory he had deduced years earlier, and Cornell's test.

"Attempts to cover up and confuse the public! They will be Roger. Clark held it high in the sky, and his intention was to make everyone ignore a heinous truth, that is, about the cyber war, in fact, humans are the real betrayers, not those cyber people who have always followed the rules! Cornell raised his voice as he spoke, causing many passengers in the elevator to turn their heads to look at him.

"Sir, I'm afraid your voice will disturb the others......" The only beautiful flight attendant in the space elevator whispered to the impassioned speaker.

"It's my fault, beauty, the liberal education in Sixue City has made me a nasty ghost who does my own thing, and I'm so sorry for that." The corners of Connell's mouth curled into a modest smile, his gentle voice was sweet, and his graceful movements made the flight attendant's face red.

"Give me another glass of this delicious gin, beauty...... Think again, your body makes their mellow flavor even stronger, and maybe a little ice cube would be more appropriate. Cornell whispered in the air crew's ear, somehow, this kind of behavior that originally made people feel frivolous, he did it without being abrupt, and everyone else seemed to think that it should be so.

Changing his hand to a glass of wine that the shy aircrew had just delivered, the transparent ice cubes collided on the wall of the glass with a crisp sound, Cornell took a sip of wine, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Roger on the side. Clark scoffed at his father's gestures and turned his head away from him. Jonny, on the other hand, became more and more interested in his uncle, and he couldn't help but smile as he watched Cornell drink.

"Do you know why you can still drink in the space elevator, Jonny?" Cornell. Clark stopped talking about the topic he had just talked about, but instead raised his glass and pointed to the outer wall of the elevator's force field.

Jonny followed his hand and looked through the transparent force field and the space elevator pipe, the white light and shadow of the atmosphere had been replaced by the inky starry sky, at this time, he had left the planet where he had stayed for three years, and as the elevator ascended, he sped away towards the air port of the planet's orbit close to him.

"You mean weightlessness?" Jonny asked Connell with an eyebrow, who smiled and nodded at him.

"A magnetotropic force field can convert part of the rising kinetic energy into a directional simulated gravitational force." Jonny truthfully describes what he knows about astronautics. "The same technology can be applied to all classes of spacecraft, and the simulated gravitational system can provide continuous stress even when the ship is stationary, so that the gravitational field inside the spacecraft is similar to that of a planet."

"Knowledgeable, outstanding, Roger is right." Cornell laughed. "For someone who doesn't remember being in a space elevator, you know a lot better than anyone who should be familiar with it." The corners of his mouth twitched and he pointed at Roger.

"Guess how this kid answered when I asked him the same question?" Cornell laughed.

"I think it must be an interesting answer." Jonny agreed.

"Not really!" Cornell's eyes widened. "At that time, he was only nine years old, and he actually told me: boat people smoke, and drunkards drink, how can an elevator stop some people's greedy thoughts?" He burst out laughing when he said this, and Jonny smiled as well.

"You know, he has no knowledge of astronautics, and he doesn't have the slightest interest in it, but he says such philosophical things like a little adult, that kind of situation, it's really funny......" Connell laughed and coughed, the full wine glass in his hand shook and spilled wine, he quickly took out a flexible beam handkerchief, and wiped the water stains on his clothes and seat while retracting his smile.

"I'm right here!" Roger couldn't help but complain to Cornell after hearing this. "Can you not mention the so-called past troubles under the noses of the people involved? Besides, after all these years, you only know how to laugh, and your fascination with the contents of the cup is no less than it was back then. ”

"I know that, son." Connell waved his handkerchief away, smiled and shook his head. "Whether it's restraint or indulgence, everyone in this world has a weak underbelly. My weakness is the chronic poison that temporarily frees me from my afflictions, and yours is your name. He looked at Roger and smiled.

"Voluntary or coercive, obedient or rebellious, these are obviously useless in the face of a mocking fate." The mild-mannered Cornell bent his lips as if muttering to himself, but Roger listened but did not refute it, he just closed his mouth and stopped paying attention to his father, and the space elevator gradually became quiet, and soon after, Roger, who was leaning back on the seat and pretending to sleep, tapped his fingers on the starry sky above.

"Look, JFK, our first stop has arrived." He sat up straight and snatched the glass of gin that Cornell had drunk less than halfway through, and poured the golden liquid into the garbage collector next to his seat.