Those who face the wall, but are in the Nascent Soul stage.

Chapter 93 Meteor Shower

The Joint Space Station, as the terminal of the space elevator, is enormous. Outside the space station, there are also some individual buildings, which are like villages surrounding the city, receiving sustenance from it.

The city is firmly connected by the space elevator, which acts as an 'umbilical cord'.

Space structures closer to the Joint Space Station are relatively larger, while those further away are smaller. At the farthest point, they can no longer be called space structures, but rather pieces of space debris and building materials scattered haphazardly.

The total radiating distance of the space region centered on the Joint Space Station has reached approximately 200 kilometers.

Space is the most abundant resource in space, and these space building materials transported up by the space elevator were laid out very casually in the distance.

As for the redundant space debris generated by space engineering, it forms a belt of tiny satellites scattered hundreds of kilometers away from the edge. These edge areas hundreds of kilometers away are the boundaries that humans can reach in jet-powered spacesuits.

From a greater distance, one can see a large amount of building materials vaguely arranged on a huge three-dimensional frame. The frame has been simply welded. Judging from this frame alone, the volume of this future building is larger than the Joint Space Station itself.

That was a "space dock" that had not yet begun construction.

As its name suggests, it is a facility for producing spacecraft. If all goes well, humanity's first planetary spacecraft capable of interplanetary travel will be born here.

Near this unfinished "space dock," a tiny figure is flying towards the distance; that is Zhang Beihai.

This is not surprising; we are no longer in the early days of human space exploration. Ten years ago, spacewalks required tethering to prevent them from drifting in space.

But now, in the space region near the space station, hundreds of people are flying around in low Earth orbit almost every moment.

People who have lived on the space station for a long time are already very familiar with traveling in space.

After overcoming the initial fear of deep space, humans can enjoy the wonder of flying in this environment, which has captivated the hearts of countless people on Earth. As a result, all three space elevators have opened tourist trains to make a little money.

The standard spacesuits currently in use can provide the wearer with a maximum speed of 500 kilometers per hour (theoretically, this speed can be increased indefinitely due to the lack of resistance in space).
Some say: Humans don't run on bicycles, they fly on rockets.

This naturally poses safety risks. Since this type of spacesuit became widespread, there have always been some unlucky individuals who have been hit by meteorites with extremely low probability, or who have been unable to brake in time and crashed into space debris.

However, given the extreme emptiness of space, this situation is quite rare.

Zhang Beihai was a cautious man. His flight speed was not too fast, about 100 kilometers per hour. He had made ample preparations for this. He left the positioning chip inside the space station, and no one knew that he was outside at this moment.

He also prepared ample alibis.

He also practiced his marksmanship, once attempting to hit a space debris target 70 kilometers away with a single shot—this was naturally due to the microgravity environment and the absence of air resistance, allowing the bullet to cruise at a constant speed. It wasn't too difficult.

In addition, he practiced for months even a simple action of drawing and firing a gun in a microgravity environment.

Achieving the goal is necessary, but preserving oneself is equally essential. This requires strong execution and professionalism.

Shouting as he charges forward and then missing a shot at face value is not his style.

The day after his conversation with Dongfang Mingxi, his opportunity arrived. Human society was gripped by fear due to the Earth's fire, and this sentiment naturally spread to outer space, but Zhang Beihai remained completely unaffected.

This was a special meeting based on discussions about spacecraft from various countries. The participants were all veteran experts in the aerospace field, and only they were qualified to hold such a small discussion in a conference room in space.

These old guys seem to be making up for the regret of not being able to go to space in the first half of their lives. They like to hold all sorts of things in space and are keen on this kind of empty and useless formality.

The custom of the participating experts taking a group photo after the meeting gave Zhang Beihai his biggest opportunity. He wanted to kill three of the attendees.

These three figures represent the pinnacle of the aerospace field and are also the biggest obstacle to propellant-free radiation-driven spacecraft today.

About forty minutes later, Zhang Beihai arrived at his designated location, which was a piece of floating space debris, capsule-shaped, that appeared to be a storage capsule for transporting 'Flying Blade' nanowires, carelessly discarded in space.

This type of space debris is the most common. Many of these transport capsules were used to build space elevators. The fate of these empty capsule shells will probably be to fall into the atmosphere and burn up completely in a few years.

But now, it has become Zhang Beihai's best cover.

The group photo in space was about to begin, and the forty or fifty participants were engaged in a lively shoving match.

"Old Zhang, come to the front, don't go to the back."

"Chief Engineer Li, please sit in the middle of the first row."

"Professor Wang, you are a leading authority, you should also sit in the first row."

“Mr. Smith, as the representative of the United States, you should also sit in the middle.”

"Do you really need to be so particular?" Smith asked, his face full of confusion.

But he was quickly pushed to a seat near the front by Chinese people who were keen on arranging seats.

Zhang Beihai also saw this scene through the binoculars, but it didn't matter; it was all the same.

These foreign experts who were invited to the meeting were also from the propellant spacecraft faction; it was just a matter of convenience.

Under the photographer's guidance, the participants spent a long time arranging themselves neatly. The twilight in near-Earth orbit was the perfect time. Because there is no atmosphere to reduce ultraviolet radiation, neither day nor night is suitable for taking pictures, but evening is just right.

Zhang Beihai released the scope and then quickly unscrewed his space gloves, exposing his hands to the sub-zero temperatures. But Zhang Beihai seemed oblivious, swiftly assembling the meteorite pistol from the bag with the floating scope.

Seemingly feeling uneasy, Zhang Beihai removed his other glove and aimed at the target in a standard two-handed gun-holding posture.

It takes about a minute for his fingers to freeze completely. Feeling the cold of space, Zhang Beihai's slightly excited heart finally calmed down.

'Beautiful, a perfect shooting angle.'

The photographer thought to himself, so he aimed at this group of veteran experts who would surely be remembered in the history of human spaceflight, placed his finger on the shutter button, and then gently pressed it.

next moment.

Meteorite bullets surged towards the location of the old spacecraft from all directions.

"Huh?" Zhang Beihai looked up in surprise.

These two chapters are from yesterday. (I'm sorry, I've had some problems with my life these past two days and missed work. I'll make up for today's three chapters, plus the bonus chapter for the monthly votes, as soon as possible.)
I sincerely repent and hope that my readers will understand.

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