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In addition, the pile of garbage and discarded Originium that were probably thrown away in the rush to build ships back then directly smashed the entire civilization back to the primitive era.

And this ark, which may never set sail, hangs alone on its tracks, silently watching everything on the ground.

Moreover, as time goes on, when the equipment inside becomes completely worn out, the energy is completely depleted, and the Terra system is further away from the star disk—even starting the ship would be useless, as it would not be able to sustain itself until reaching the next docking point.

"So, Mr. Xia Lin, what should I do now?"

"If you want it quick, put on your spacesuit and fly towards that starship. Trust me, the orbital defense laser won't cause you any pain; you'll evaporate in an instant." That was all Old Xia could say. What else could he do? Was he supposed to build a spaceship by hand to rescue you? That was unrealistic.

"If you want to suffer more, just stay in your cabin and wait for the oxygen system to fail or the shield energy to run out, then die from extreme cold and suffocation..."

"Is there no other way?"

"Given the amount of resources you have, there's nothing you can do. Or do you have any resources you can utilize? Particle blueprints? Nanocells? Smelting arrays? Or spaceship manufacturing matrices? You don't even have a planting box right now, so how can I help you?"

"We do have a smelting matrix..."

"Oh? Then why don't you release your mining drones to shred all the ore around here, and you can make a safe emergency landing?"

"But it's folded up, I don't dare go over there..." The road is full of dangerous things, I'd probably be gone before I even reach them.

"How about I separate it out as well, and you operate the unfolding?"

"You mean you're going to separate out millions of tons of stuff, accelerate it with gravity, and then smash it onto my head with kinetic energy at dozens of times the speed of sound?"

"Ah, I, I didn't mean that. But, I really can't use this right now."

"Besides, you don't even have a safe separation and landing device. Even if you separate, you'll just be a pile of scrap metal on the ground. You'd better use all your intelligence to think about what else you can use on this ship, or what I can do to help you." Then came the sound of rummaging through drawers and cabinets, as well as the sound of searching on a terminal.

"The attitude engine is still usable, but only a small portion of it is working, and it's even making it difficult to move the ship..."

"Very good, next..."

“There is a security container in the main engine area that has not yet been separated. I can separate it remotely, but I don’t know what’s inside, and it seems I can’t control its attitude.”

"Okay, next..."

"There's a bunch of magazines in the locker..."

"Keep it for yourself to kill time, next..."

"There are some unidentified data cards, the captain's..."

"Open it and see what's inside. If it's just for fun, then that's fine. But if it's a blueprint, show me what it is."

"There's a probe rocket that I can launch from the cockpit, but I can't control it..."

"Okay, next one."

"there is none left……"

"My suggestion is that you set up an automatic launch program, then modify the probe rocket, go inside, and launch yourself toward the planet..."

Is this all?

"Yes, that way you'll die with more dignity. If you're really lucky, you might be able to make a successful emergency landing."

"I'd better think of another way." This guy is a coward, because all the brave ones died ahead of him. He survived to the end by hiding here and doing nothing.

"I'll still separate that container for you, just in case there's a small spaceship inside."

Why don't you go and see for yourself what's inside?

"I...I dare not go over there, it's too far." To reiterate, the mummified corpse of the victim was still floating behind him with dead fish eyes, staring straight at him, so he had to use a metal plate to block the window.

Old Xia sent a guidance landing signal to the snowfield. The communication tower had this function. If everything went smoothly and the container was not hit by any Originium on the way, it would land in a very stable manner on the open ground near Old Xia's communication tower.

"Then I'll begin the separation." As soon as the navigation signal lit up, Johnny executed the container separation procedure. It wasn't difficult; it was foolproof. Soon, a container near the engine compartment was ejected.

Chapter 41 The Little Rabbit in Charge - Part 1

Chapter 41

The cargo container separates and flies out to one side of the spacecraft. With its onboard navigation system and gyroscope working, it approaches the location of the guidance signal. Returning from orbit is a technical task, even more technical than taking off from the ground.

Especially in this place where meteorite fragments are everywhere, Johnny has seen large pieces of floating rocks pass by the cargo container at an extremely dangerous distance several times.

However, perhaps due to luck, or perhaps because the previous automated defense system destroyed some of the Originium blocks, the number of floating objects decreased. Ultimately, the cargo container turned into a bright flash of fire in the upper atmosphere.

At an altitude of 80 kilometers, attitude stabilization is activated, the navigation system is initiated, and the stabilizing thrusters adjust to reentry status. At an altitude of 65 kilometers, the outermost ablation protective shell evaporates, forming a thin layer of ionized matter, at which point the blackout state begins.

At an altitude of 30 kilometers, upon entering the dense atmosphere, the braking damping device is deployed, causing a decrease in speed. The outermost shell detaches due to braking tearing. At an altitude of 10 kilometers, the braking rocket ignites. At an altitude of 2 kilometers, a final calibration is performed, the rocket engine shuts down, the drag chute deploys, and the landing gear extends.

"Boom!" The tan cargo box crashed into a patch of mud, sending dirt flying everywhere. The landing gear got stuck deep in the dirt, hissing and hissing.

The insulation layer releases pressure, and the boiling heat absorption medium vapor is ejected. After receiving a signal from the ground cargo box, the navigation station gives feedback that "guided emergency landing completed".

Based on the Star Alliance Automatic Retrieval Protocol, the cargo container exchanged data with the nearest guidance base station, and after confirming that its location was correct, it entered the locked state.

"The key is with the captain, and I don't know what's inside." Johnny indicated that he didn't know what was inside the cargo box either, and that Old Xia would have to find out for himself, of course, by forcefully dismantling it.

"An encrypted container? Are the things inside legal?"

"I checked the shipment list, and it's legal, but I can't see the contents. The security classification is I, which means it's not military supplies..."

“Level 1.” The Star Alliance cargo classification is divided into levels 1-4, with level 4 being the highest, which means prohibited materials. Only ship owners with special transport licenses can carry them. There are requirements for ship specifications and security standards, and military personnel are required to escort them.

Level 1 supplies are usually those involving trade secrets, or even those that don't meet the technical restrictions of the Covenant.

Generally speaking, Level 1-2 classified goods are the type that customs can inspect, while Level 3-4 goods are not the responsibility of customs, but are inspected and verified by the Secret Service.

"The possibility that it's a spaceship inside is extremely low. Who is the client who commissioned it?"

“I don’t have the authority to check. I’m just an intern,” Johnny said helplessly. He could investigate publicly available cargo labels, but he couldn’t check the specific sender and receiver.

"Okay, I'll tell you after I open the box." Xia Lin was a little disappointed. A Level 1 classified container was the lowest level of stuff, covering too much scope to guess what was inside.

However, the Windrunner is a semi-new passenger and cargo ship, and a Class 1 classified container is already the limit of its carrying capacity. But even for a Class 1 classified container... Old Xia thinks that Starship is probably losing money to the point of baldness by now.

"By the way, I improved the transmitter and connected it to the local network."

"I can go online?" came a voice filled with delight. "No, you're overthinking it. There's no internet here. Even if there were, it would be the oldest kind of text-based BBS. What I mean is, you can watch TV, but you can't change channels. Of course, that's not important..."

Because Lungmen only has three channels, it doesn't matter whether you switch or not. After all, television programs on Terra require a large number of high-level warlocks and expensive Originium devices, which only wealthy countries like Lungmen and Victoria can afford. Most other countries use radio.

In Ursus, if the emperor unifies the empire, then it could afford to play around with this. However, given the current situation where nobles govern themselves independently, forget about it. Similarly, things like cell phones are only affordable for a few wealthy city-states.

"Well, that's better than nothing—" Even if it's all educational films, it's better than staring blankly at the starry sky. Not to mention that Old Xia found him a standard movie channel from Lungmen. Don't get me wrong, Terra really does have movies, and they're filmed using warlock drones.

The problem is that there are relatively few films and different types of movies. Again, film playback and recording equipment are very expensive, extremely expensive, and the requirements for professionals in the industry are also very high. Therefore, the quantity and variety of films are indeed limited.

Furthermore, the themes mostly lean towards urban and romance, with some war and a fair number of fantasy titles, but other genres are rather lackluster. However, for those adrift in orbit, it's more than enough.

Not to mention that it was enough for him, it could also entertain Lao Xia for a while. After all, the customs and traditions of different places are different. What locals consider old-fashioned things are still a bit novel to them, especially since most of the actors are animal-eared girls.

"Movies are such an old form of entertainment, they don't even have any interactivity."

"You should be content..."

"But the actors' costumes are nice. By the way, why don't we have this kind of thing where we're from..."

"Yes, you could consider having your wife dress you up..."

"I don't have a wife..."

"I think I have..." Old Xia thought for a moment. He felt a little wronged, but when he saw the guy in the sky, he instantly felt at peace.

"Uh..." The communication was unilaterally cut off. It seems that his defenses have been breached. It's hard to rub salt in the wound.

"Wow... I'm exhausted, let me hide for a bit—" The little tiger sneaked in like a thief, pounced on the sofa and went limp like a big cat pancake, its tail hanging weakly on the armrest, looking like it was completely out of breath.

What are you doing?

"Remember the human smuggling incident from last time... the one involving Rhine Labs and Loken Water Tank Laboratory..."

"The investigation results are out?" "Out my ass," Little Tiger rolled over. "Damn it, from the evidence collection process to the detention process, those lawyers jumped out to question every single part, and even launched a media siege. When I go out, there are eight hundred paparazzi chasing after me asking this and that. If I say one sentence, they can imagine eight hundred different tones and implications for me."

"It's alright, it's quite quiet here, let me hide for a bit..." The little tiger opened the small refrigerator next to him with practiced ease and took out a can of drink.

"Then what about your job? Lawyers are a real pain."

"Ah, don't worry, it's just money. I've brought over my family's top-notch legal team and hired the best law firm in Lungmen. Now we just need to wait a few days."

"Then those lawyers couldn't find a target and were defeated by your top-notch team?"

"What are you thinking about?" the little tiger asked, looking confused. "Of course, I'm going to buy their entire agency and those media outlets in a few days. I'm going to make sure all of them clean toilets!"

"You're starting to look like the girls from our area."

"Does it refer to having money or the foolish act of buying everything?"

"No, it refers to the courage to eliminate the problem if you can't solve it yourself." Old Xia gave a thumbs up.

"I always feel like you're mocking me in a roundabout way. Is it just my imagination?" The little tiger looked at Lao Xia suspiciously, and after a few seconds, said, "Never mind, whatever."

"By the way, if Pink Intestine Dragon looks for you, just say I'm not here, I'm on vacation, yes, I'm on annual leave in Siesta." Old Chen is definitely looking for her because he's using this method of dealing with the person who caused the problem instead of the problem itself.

After all, Old Chen is a law-abiding police officer; this doesn't mean she's usually overly cautious or anything like that.

Rather, she's closer to the lawful good type, acting within the rules as much as possible, while the little tiger is the chaotic good type—rules? What rules? I'm the kind of person who follows the rules.

"By the way, Lao Xia, if Lao Wei asks you to buy weapons, especially firearms, you must refuse. He's deliberately trying to mess with you."

"Hmm?" "Because those guys from Sataran are looking for trouble. Your firearms are different from theirs, and they might accuse you of leaking their secrets and then pin it on you." The little tiger said seriously, those religious fanatics are not easy to deal with.

"They monopolized all the gun business and manufacturing, and then a better quality, easier-to-use mass-produced gun appeared. And the manufacturer wasn't a Sataran, nor did they belong to their church. Guess what they'll do?"

"Religions...how many divisions do they have?"

"Four, at least four, including a Papal Cavalry, a Papal Guard Legion, and two Paladin Legions, all armed with guns, and some large ones too."

"Damn, there really is one!"

“If they didn’t have at least four divisions, they would have been wiped out long ago by now.” The little tiger rolled his eyes cutely. “Besides these infantry and cavalry, they also have their own fleet, and their combat power is extraordinary. No one knows how much etching ammunition they have stored. Apart from Ursus, no one has ever won against them on the front lines. Don’t let your guard down.”

“I know…” Without the gray herd of Ursus, it’s normal that no one can win on the front lines. Old Xia thought about it: if an army equipped with fully automated firearms were to fight a group of cold weapon troops on the front lines, even if the former’s firearms were ridiculously powerful, the latter would be hit with concussions on the spot.

"Okay, I understand. I won't sell firearms." Besides, the production capacity of the tower tubes is what it is. The biggest disadvantage of biological wet components is that they cannot be expanded exponentially like industrial machinery, making capacity expansion relatively difficult.

"Old Xia, we caught a few suspicious guys in the underground parking garage claiming to be reporters..." White Rabbit texted. "Do you know them?"

"Don't know him, throw him out."

"Okay." The rabbit, wearing brown sunglasses, put down the internal communicator in his hand, crossed his legs, turned around the chair, and looked at the few guys kneeling in the security department office.

"Old Xia just said, throw them down."