Chapter 92 Aros, Pay the Bill!

When he saw his reaction out of the corner of his eye, Aros was startled, and hurriedly raised his eyes to look into the distance, his expression also changed when he scanned the scene outside the window.

Although the speed of the shuttle has been reduced a lot after the friction of the atmosphere, but because the initial speed is too high, even if it is buffered by the atmosphere, the speed far exceeds the speed of sound.

The height of Crotan from the ground to the troposphere is 24KM. If you follow the flight speed of the shuttle, it will take less than a minute to have a lover-like reunion with the ground.

Of course, this would be a disaster for Tang Fang and the others.

"Why isn't there a parachute in this damn shuttle..."

When Hausen's angry yelling resounded through the cab, the radar warning system of the shuttle detected an imminent collision, the emergency program was automatically activated, the tail blade group was fine-tuned, and the heading changed on its own.

At the same time, the two wings of the fuselage suddenly shot a long metal cable backward. The front end of the long cable is a square cone-shaped blue spar. With the power supply of the system, the cone is turned outward, and a buffer device as thin as a gauze, similar to a parachute, is passively ejected, forming two transparent flowers at the tail of the aircraft. curtain.

I don't know what kind of material these seemingly thin, yet resilient curtains are made of. Under such a high speed state, they were subjected to the violent impact of the airflow, but they were unscathed.

Mach 1.5, Mach 1.2, Mach 0.9, Mach 0.7…

The speed of the shuttle was rapidly decreasing, and finally, with a silver light piercing the sky, after being corrected by the automatic navigation program, the nose of the plane crashed into an inland lake with a "boom", setting off a stack of waterfalls and splashing around. of spray and water vapor.

The moment the fuselage fell into the water, due to inertia, Aros and Hausen in the cab flew up at the same time, knocking on the transparent glass cabin above with a thud.

Howson's left face was twisted and deformed under the squeeze of the glass window, but his mouth was shouting excitedly: "Aros, you old bastard, what am I talking about. This motherfucker is Yipu. It's made by Xilong, not MADEINMENGYA. Have you ever seen a spaceship that will automatically correct its course and find a suitable landing spot? Have you seen it? It's so exciting!"

After a series of buffering effects such as atmosphere, parachute, and water flow, the speed of the shuttle finally slowed down.

The two fell back to the ground, Aros glanced at Tang Fang, who was still unconscious in the driver's seat, and then turned to look at the underwater world outside the porthole, and he couldn't help letting out a long sigh of relief.

Although Hausen's words were vulgar, they were not rude. This trip to the universe was so exciting that it almost cost him his life.

"Gurgling..." There are bubbles outside, palm-sized algae drifting back and forth along the current, groups of unknown fish wandering back and forth, and some curious little guys even sticking to the glass windows, using them to bring a little curiosity, a little Naturally stunned fish eyes, back and forth looking at the three people in the cab in detail.

This lake is about 30 meters deep. In a moment, the shuttle sank to the bottom of the lake, and the heavy fuselage fell on the river bed, smashing countless sediments.

After the vision was still clear, Hausen looked up at the sparkling lake water on the skylight, and said softly, "Hey, Aros, what should I do now?"

"What should I do? It goes without saying, go out. Do you want to spend the New Year here?"

Hausen looked back and saw that he was quickly taking off the power armor on his body: "Hey, hey, don't be in such a hurry, it's not too late to think of a way to wake Tang Fang up before leaving.

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"There's no time." Aros said without looking up. After dismantling his power armor, he went to help the unconscious Tang Fang take off the iron can.

"No time? What do you mean?"

Aros kept his hands moving: "Do you think we made such a big battle and blatantly broke into other people's territory, the owner would be happy? Maybe the emergency personnel who came to investigate the accident are already halfway there, you know This is an Epsilon shuttle, once it is known that we can control this thing, it will be necessary to walk on the operating table, get a craniotomy to remove the brain, cut the skin for research or something.”

Hausen shuddered after hearing this, and without his reminder, he consciously took off the cumbersome Marauder power armor.

It took a few minutes before and after, the three took off their power armor and switched to a light stance. Aros spit out the half of the cigarette that he had not finished smoking, put a mask on Tang Fang's face, then put it on his shoulder, walked to the corner of the cab, and smashed the opening and closing button of the cabin door with a fist. superior.

The glass windows receded, and the water flowed into the cab quickly under the action of pressure. Aros held his breath, kicked his toes back, and swam out sideways. Hausen followed closely behind him, flying towards the sparkling lake above his head.

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Crotan Star, the small town of Nablanca. The afternoon sun in early summer is like a lover's caress, making people lazy and sleepy.

Under the billboard on the road in the east of the town that leads directly to Mond City, two people walked one after the other.

Oh, no, three people to be exact, because the older middle-aged man in front still carried one on his left shoulder, and he looked like he had passed out.

"Aros, don't forget your promise." Hausen looked up at the "Galaxy Enchantress" scratching his head on the billboard, licking his lips, the light in his eyes was like a refugee who had been hungry for seven days and seven nights suddenly seeing a sub meat.

Aros lifted Totangfang's body to ease the pain in his shoulders. He didn't take Hausen's run on it. Tang Fang's current physical condition is very strange. It is best to find a place where he can rest. Of course, if he can ask a doctor to check his health, then Nothing better.

The half-kilometer journey is neither far nor near. When the two walked to the town entrance under the scorching sun, their mouths were already dry and dazzled.

Aros built a pergola, covered his brows and looked into the distance. The town is not big. The main street is only more than 1,000 meters from east to west. It was in the afternoon. They also closed to thank guests, and hung up signs marked with the striking "CLOSED" characters.

The only open doors are a public toilet of less than 40 square meters on the corner of the street, and a "Blue Lake" bar in the middle of the street.

Aros frowned. This seemingly ordinary scene gave him an inexplicable sense of oppression, as if something disturbing was hidden in the peaceful town.

"Hausen, don't you often boast that you are very intuitive? How is it? Have you noticed anything wrong?" Aros pointed to the empty block and asked.

Hausen stroked his neck and shrank his head: "After coming out of the ruins, I no longer believe that Lao Shizi's intuition." After speaking, he glanced at the "Blue Lake" bar in the middle of the street, as if thinking of something Yes, with a cold smile: "Aros, do you want to default on your debt and deliberately shirk the blame?"

"Delinquent?" Aros raised his eyebrows: "I'm not going to play the trick with you for a glass or two of wine."

"Then what are you waiting for." Leaving those words, Hausen walked towards the "Blue Lake" bar in the middle of the street. Although there is no armor, the combat capability is greatly reduced, but this is just a small town, what can happen? He Hausen had never been afraid of simply fighting people. Even if he encountered ordinary robbers with guns, he and Aros would definitely make them go back and forth with their skills. It just so happened that the two of them were tight, and if there was a guy who didn't open his eyes, he would bring it to the door by himself. Black and black, but also a way to make money.

Aros hesitated for a moment, turned his head to look at Tang Fang who was on his shoulders, and hurriedly followed.

The "Blue Lake" bar has existed since the day the town was established. It has a history of more than 60 years. During this period, the owner has changed one after another, but its name has never changed and has been used until now.

Just like the blue lake with grass and fish fat five kilometers north of the town, this small bar of less than 100 square meters has accompanied some townspeople for nearly half their lives.

Aros pushed the door open without any scruples and walked in. It was dim and dim, and the air conditioner was turned on very low. The low level made him feel like he suddenly jumped from the stove into the ice cellar. There is also the smoke that permeates the whole room, mixed with the smell of men's armpits and sweat, rippling in the air like a cloud. This reminded him of the scene of Aros's "Horse Run Jia" ventilation, um, that's the smell, maybe, it's stronger than this.

Squinting and scanning the left side, the shutters were closed, and there were several men sitting next to the polished metal table with golden knives. The same is true on the right. Several men in their thirties stretch their legs with their shirtless shirts on, and their boots smell like gunpowder.

The only light in the room was the shabby decorative lamp hanging on the bar, like the old bartender, emitting a light far dimmer than the ashes of cigarettes.

Aros couldn't see the expressions on their faces, and of course, he didn't intend to. He walked straight to the bar stool in front of the bar, pointed to a bottle of tequila on the wine rack, and said, "Don't ice it."

At this moment, Aros, who was carrying Tang Fang on his shoulders, pushed the door and walked in. His eyes swept across the 20 or so strong men with gloomy faces in the hall, and his pupils shrank. The atmosphere in the room was very strange, so strange that it was depressing and irritating, and the gazes that fell on him and Hausen were full of hostility, like bloodthirsty wolves whose territory was invaded by uninvited guests.

He turned his eyes to Hausen at the bar, and saw that the alcoholic guy seemed to be unaware, staring at the white wine the waiter poured into the small round glass.

"8MYD." The old waiter pressed the wine glass to the palm of his hand, leaned down and pushed it forward, opened his eyelids, and stared at the unfamiliar face opposite him with a pair of cloudy eyes.

"Che, what's breaking the rules." Hausen frowned, turned his head and glanced at Aros, who was standing at the door in a daze, and knocked on the table impatiently: "Aros, pay the bill."