"Your mission is to monitor the life fingers of the Raging Phoenix Pilot. If the interception fails, you need to summarize the driver's death triggers and continue to improve the driving system. Wei Xu looked down at the lost Zhuang Yan with compassion and majesty, "You can not be responsible for the failure of this test drive." ”

Zhuang Yan's head buzzed. Wei Xu's words are as informative as the roots of a tree with countless branches, and it makes people shudder no matter how they think about it. He looked up and asked the only question in a declarative sentence:

"If the Angry Phoenix fails, the Qifeng Base will be destroyed, and the Zidian Technology will also be lost, and we are all sinners through the ages."

"Plan B failed, and Plan C." The lieutenant said contemptuously, and then used the authority to authorize the tarmac command center: "Prepare to launch the Fury Phoenix." Combat objective, destroy the Sword Pavilion satellite. ”

It was like a bolt of lightning striking Zhuang Yan's back. He shook his head slowly, slowly retreated, and suddenly roared, "Pause the launch!" Five minutes, just five minutes! Then he turned around and ran out.

He was like an eight-hundred-mile rush scout to deliver military information, running like his lungs were burning, running through the corridor, turning the corner, and heading straight for his molecular biology studio, when he was almost deprived of oxygen, he was full of thoughts about what he said to Li Ming:

"Full marks."

He wasn't sure if his words had played a role in the meeting where the Ten decided to send the Angry Phoenix, but he knew that if Veneto died in the cockpit, he would be hunted into a nightmare by this self-righteous lie until the day he was laid to peace.

It was his self-righteousness that led to Veneto being confidently stuffed into the shuttle cockpit by Li Ming.

Stuffed into that coffin.

Every lie has a butterfly effect. And the retribution he told, and the retribution came so quickly, that both he and Veneto were caught off guard.

Veneto couldn't die.

Can't die!

Zhuang Yan, as a molecular biology otaku, actually ran at the speed of a mercenary off-road, and threw off the combat personnel behind him by more than ten meters. He slammed into the hatch of the molecular biology studio, scrambled open the door, fell headlong into it, hurriedly took a sealed reagent, knocked over three test tubes and had no time to care, and then rummaged through the cabinets to find a disposable injection kit and snatched the door.

Miss Veneto lay nervously in the humanoid trough. Watching the hatch slowly close, she knew that the dialysate would soon fill the cockpit, and the dialysate would undergo molecular reorganization under the current, precisely connecting her neural pathways to achieve the purpose of delicately manipulating the human form of the Angry Phoenix. The hatch in front of her is not only a dazzling array of monitors, but also a simple and fast touchscreen operating system, she was already fully familiar with this set of operation interfaces when she came to the base, and she must admit that there is a kind of comfort and leisure lying down and playing with the computer.

But it's not so leisurely to really soak in the suffocating dialysate and fly high.

Veneto was so nervous that he couldn't breathe even before the dialysate reached his heart.

She looked left and right, always feeling that something was missing, as if the old man couldn't see his eldest grandson before he died, and he refused to drive the crane west with a sigh of relief. She's thinking about someone. The one who promised to protect himself. The person who has no heart and lungs, but always nervously misses her with distressed eyes.

Wei Xu's voice came from the radio:

"Prepare to launch the Raging Phoenix. Combat objective, destroy the Sword Pavilion satellite. ”

This command is also recorded in the on-board computer and intelligently displayed on the hatch. The tracks and coordinates of the Sword Pavilion satellite were marked within a fraction of a second, and the data was densely packed on the screen. Acceleration at liftoff. Slope rate. Track height. Relative velocity. Shooting anticipation. A sea of data is coming.

Veneto couldn't concentrate. The dialysate rose higher and higher, until it was capped, she coughed up the air in her lungs in pain, tried to get rid of the distractions in her heart, and began to imagine how to engage the enemy after entering low orbit, how to deal with interceptor missiles, and how to deal with enemy fighters.

However, there is an empty loss in my heart.

No goodbye? It's good.

At least the last memory for him is that glass of espresso that is unique in the world. He will remember the fragrant Crema that makes him so much admired, just as he remembers me. This kind of memory is beautiful enough, and it barely deserves the image of Miss Ben.

Veneto covered his lips and coughed, but the corners of his lips hooked a proud smile, and his beautiful red pupils blinked, diluting the orange dialysate at the corners of his eyes. After realizing that Zhuang Yan was almost impossible, an unprecedentedly strong will to survive was born, and Veneto smiled slightly, and thought categorically:

"I must come back alive! He didn't come to see me off, how can I settle accounts with him when I die! ”

This domineering and brutal belief in survival smoothed the loss and sadness in her heart, and Miss Veneto was so scrappy that she clicked on the timer.

Five minutes.

She carries oxygen in her body for five minutes. According to Zhuang Yan, after five minutes, it is time for the dialysate to show its incompetence. She would suffer from suffocation and lack of oxygen, so her plan was to settle the fight in five minutes.

With the propulsion of the fusion engine, as long as she can withstand the acceleration of 300 meters per square second, she can reach a low-earth orbit 500 kilometers above the ground in 80 seconds, and then adjust the acceleration and course to complete the orbit change, catch up with the sword pavilion satellite that was lured and escaped, and complete the destruction mission. Then back to the ground. Whether it was a landing or a fall, she couldn't say.

She knew that she had completed the acceleration tolerance test for 450 meters per square second yesterday, so she didn't despair.

"Hope" is the sharp blade that human beings draw from their own bodies, because only themselves can save themselves.

"Cockpit reloading countdown. 5,4,3,2,1。 The cockpit begins to be loaded. A mechanically synthesized female voice of indifference echoed in the empty tarmac. Veneto felt the whole cockpit shake, the thrill of weightlessness coming over her, and she knew that the mechanical drivetrain was moving the cockpit towards the Raging Phoenix fixed to the launch pad.

Veneto gently reached out and touched the translucent bulkhead, as if to touch the Angry Phoenix clinging to the launch track. It is like an imperial moth quietly sticking to the wall, the concise and elegant wings are painted with warm blood red, and the white vertical tail and the fuselage fall with distinct color difference, like a sharp blade obliquely inserted in the sea of blood, with a magnificent and poignant epic beauty.

Veneto's mood is like a paper boat in the raging waves, one moment strong and agitated, and the other sad and unspeakable. Even if she had a thousand reasons to comfort herself, she couldn't resist the moment when she remembered Zhuang Yan's reluctance.

When she couldn't even control her life and death in five minutes, she was reluctant to speak. Feeling the mechanical arm slowly move itself with the cabin towards the magnificent and terrifying fighter plane, she wanted to hear Zhuang Yan say goodbye lazily again, or touch the warm fingertips again.

But that's just luxury.

Five meters away from the boarding jetty, the air and space fighter was getting closer and closer, and Veneto squinted his eyes to see the number on the vertical tail of the Fury Phoenix fighter.

Then there was a "bang", and the dialysate rippled throughout the cockpit.

What Veneto wanted fell from the sky like a gift from Santa Claus, and landed on the translucent hatch of the fusiform cockpit, and then the thing slid down on the thirty-degree inclined cockpit, gritting his teeth and grabbing the bulge on the hatch cover, and the two stinky feet who took off their leather shoes stepped on the fall with the help of the friction of the skin, and the sound was numb through the dialysate shock VV's ears.

Then Veneto widened her red pupils, covered her mouth hard, and saw clearly that the thing that fell from the sky and grabbed the cockpit canopy like a gecko was Zhuang Yan that she thought she would never see again.

Zhuang Yan desperately fastened the relationship between the hatch, his knuckles were already white, and he was desperate under the severe pain, so his facial expression was exaggerated like a snake that intimidated its prey, and his two feet stepped on the hatch to climb up, while angrily scolding:

"Captain, you have a kind of fall to death! You fell to death for me! Pull Lao Tzu up! ”

From beginning to end, Zhuang Yan was trying to climb up, and the rest of the time he was looking up and scolding, and he didn't even look at the V in the cockpit

V at a glance. But VV was already frightened, the surprise of the flower was pale, she stayed for a full second, Zhuang Yan's face pressed against the bulkhead rolled into an absolutely flat circle, VV's tears once again diluted the orange red of the dialysate, her hands trembled and touched Zhuang Yan's face through the bulkhead.

Zhuang Yan noticed VV's reaction at this time, but instead of looking at VV affectionately, he continued to try to climb above the hatch.

The boarding pier is fifty meters above the ground, and if he falls from this height, he will live on a ventilator for the rest of his life.