spaceflight manual

Chapter 194
Shi Shu looked at the live video sent back by the drone, frowned, and picked up the walkie-talkie: "What are you doing? Let the sniper settle the battle. Anyway, as long as there is one head left, these people can be brought back for trial."

A reply came through the intercom immediately: "I think the dead should be given the dignity they deserve."

Shi Shun: "You guys...forget it, hurry up and finish work."

As he said that, he threw down the walkie-talkie, ignored the response from the other side, but turned his head and ordered: "The second group is ready. If the enemy prepares multiple groups of people, it is very likely that they will take the opportunity to dispatch now."

"Yes. But it's more difficult for this kind of heavy-duty prosthetic body to enter the country quietly, right?"

"If no one is opening the door for them, yes. Don't take it lightly."

As soon as Shi Shun finished speaking, he frowned slightly, and pointed to the city plan displayed on the screen in front of him: "What's the matter with this aircraft? There should be no air route on the roof of Wang Ping'an's house, right?"

"Wait a minute, the Air Traffic Management Bureau said that this is a plane for cloud seeding tonight and has a flight permit."

Shi Shu frowned: "Check the latest weather forecast. Is the recent precipitation low enough to send a plane to rain?"

The current meteorological interference technology is mainly realized through the giant sunlight reflector in space. The reflector will irradiate sunlight to a given area at a given time according to the prediction of the chaos model, and then trigger a chain reaction.

But because there are too many uncontrollable variables in this chain reaction, the weather adjustment may not be precise, and sometimes more specific adjustment measures are required.

One of the methods of specific adjustment is the spraying of rain reagents by aircraft.

The instant order was issued, and the operator in the command vehicle immediately began to check the latest weather forecast, and soon the result came out: "No, the recent rainfall is normal. And tomorrow's weather forecast is sunny... The rainy plane appeared unexpectedly. Very normal, I'm consulting with the Weather Control Bureau."

Shi Shu: "Where's our fighter jet? Intercept it."

"The Meteorological Control Bureau hasn't responded yet. Isn't that good? What if it's a real mission plane? After all, there is a record at the Aviation Administration Bureau."

Shi Shu repeated what he said just now: "Intercept it."

As soon as the voice fell, the operator reported: "The Weather Control Bureau responded that there is no rain mission tonight."

Shi Shu: "Shoot it down."

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At this time, Wang Pingan had no idea that such a blockbuster plot was happening around him.

He is watching the stars from his balcony.

Looking at the stars in this era, a considerable part of the stars are moving.

Wang Ping'an: "Did you know that when ancient people looked at the starry sky, they were basically real stars. They would look for various constellations in the sky. For example, what is called the summer triangle, which appears in many songs."

Angeli looked at the sky: "Summer Triangle? Song?"

Wang Ping'an hummed: "あれがぇネブ・アルタイル・ベガ
"Jun は は す の Xia の big triangle

"覚えて空を见る......"

Angeli: "Why is it Japanese again..."

"They produced a lot of animations in the pre-space age, but it was a pity that they were at the forefront during the Great War. When they climbed Naroda Peak during the nuclear ban period, it was already a piece of wasteland.

"First, I ate the Soviet Union's nuclear bomb, and then when the communication was cut off caused by the nuclear bomb, the other side suspected that our army had landed, and bombed it again. There is nothing worse than an island country.

"So people miss things that don't exist anymore, and the songs are really good."

Angeli nodded: "It's really nice. What kind of animation song is this?"

"I don't know, I just think the song is nice."

At this time, Irene, who was sitting on a recliner against the wall of the balcony, said: "When I was a child, my neighbor's grandpa would be indignant when he saw the starry sky, saying, 'these are the stars of the hateful red devil'."

Wang Pingan laughed: "That's right. Most of the space structures in the low-Earth orbit belong to us. Aren't they all the stars of the red devil? That grandpa has a red neck, right?"

Irene: "Well, the neck is quite red. He always said that we almost won the war, because the president was not firm enough, and he surrendered before all the soldiers were exhausted."

Wang Pingan frowned: "What do you mean? You should fight like De San, forcing all children to put on military uniforms and go to the front line? Then when our army advances on the ground, we can still see hanged corpses hanging on the big house next to us." , with a sign on the body saying 'I am a traitor to my country'?"

Angeli smiled and said, "How do you say it as if you have experienced it yourself?"

"I've seen the movie, it hit San Dezi."

Just as Angeli was about to respond, Irene suddenly pointed to the sky and said, "Isn't that a structure in the sky? A meteor?"

Wang Pingan looked up, and sure enough, he saw a star dragging its long tail in the sky.

Wang Ping'an narrowed his eyes, trying to see clearly.

Angeli took out her glasses and put them on, looked at them and said, "It looks more like a crashed aircraft."

As soon as the voice fell, the thing burst into a small flame——

Wang Pingan: "I'm stupid!"

At this moment, the screen of his mobile phone suddenly brightened, and then the clothes drying rack on the balcony suddenly unfolded - obviously there were no clothes on it, and no one wanted to dry clothes on the balcony.

The next moment there was a collision sound, the clothes rack was deformed, and the movable structure was directly bounced, hitting the wall with a crisp sound.

Wang Ping'an saw clearly what hit his clothes hanger in an instant.

He is a man, a strong man whose muscles seem to grow into his brain.

It is impossible for human muscles to bend an iron rod as thick as a thumb, this must be a prosthetic human.

The prosthetic man looked at Wang Ping'an and smiled, and was about to act when the automatic drying rack was suddenly powered on.

The man roared angrily, turned over and fell into the balcony.

Wang Pingan directly picked up the clothes-drying pole next to it——the clothes-drying pole in Wang Dazhu's house was welded together with thick iron pipes. It seems that Wang Dazhu made it himself after the war, and he has been using it for 30 years.

The strong man dodged Wang Ping'an's thrust with a dexterity that was not commensurate with his strong figure, and then grabbed the clothes-horse and pushed it back directly.

The strong power of the prosthetic body was indeed beyond the strength of the human body. Wang Ping'an was pushed against the wall together with the human body, and finally hit something soft.

Angeli let out an ouch, obviously she just acted as Wang Ping'an's cushion.

The strong man's arm opened in an instant, revealing the non-lethal weapon hidden inside: "Have a good sleep!"

Sooner or later, a new figure flew into Wang Ping'an's field of vision.

The side face of the strong man took a solid knee blow, and the cheek of the titanium alloy was tilted to one side.

The newcomer waved two "ribbons" like a dancing girl. The two ribbons were wrapped around the outstretched arms of the strong man, and the arms broke into several pieces the next moment.

Wang Pingan: "Is that the flying knife? Is this thing practical?"

The newcomer replied coldly: "This is called Flying Blade."

As she spoke, she waved her hand directly, and the strong man's head fell off.

Irene was still out of the situation, looking at the head that fell in front of her, she screamed immediately.

Wang Dazhu rushed out the door: "What's going on? What's going on with the loud voice just now?"

Then he saw the girl who had just killed the strong man: "The third one? Hello, I am Wang Ping'an's father. Although my son is a little skinny, he is definitely a good husband..."

Girl: "Comrade Wang Dazhu, it's an emergency, please take refuge immediately."

She turned to Wang Ping'an: "There should be seven or eight prosthetics like this one nearby. Their bodies can land directly from the downed plane. Please follow me closely—"

As soon as the words fell, a cargo drone dragged a person into the sky.

The girl with the prosthetic body looked at the person who flew away suspiciously: "What the hell?"

Wang Pingan looked at his mobile phone: just now his automatic clothes drying rack suddenly unfolded to block the enemies falling from the sky, probably it was its masterpiece.

In response, the phone started playing the theme song from "Robo."

Well, the nearby automatic machines are probably mobilized to deal with the fallen enemies.

Wang Ping'an: "Anyway, it's fine if I act together with you? I've experienced it just now. These prosthetic monsters are not something I, a natural person, can fight against."

Girl: "I'm also a prosthetic monster."

Wang Pingan: "You are a good monster!"

Angeli: "Can't you call someone a mechanical angel?"

Wang Pingan: "We are materialists. In this way, you are... yes, a good mechanical person!"

The girl had an expression of wanting to give Wang Pingan a big ear scratch.

Wang Pingan: "Don't do it! If you do it, I'm gone!"

(End of this chapter)