Chapter 983 - A Ship (1/2)

Putting on the helmet and carefully checking each seat belt, Liu Qingpeng opened the instrument in the cockpit.

After taking a few deep breaths and trying to make his expression look less stiff, he touched the side of the helmet and a light blue prism spread out in front of his eyes. An unfamiliar but ordinary female face emerged in front of his eyes.

“No. 01 Navigator is at your service… are you

nervous?”

Liu Qingpeng forced a smilem, “What do you think?”

“You’d better control your heart rate which will help avoid accidents. In order to save onboard fuel as much as possible, you will complete the acceleration step on the runway.”

“How much g-force?”

“20.1.”

“…Can you apply for a Guinness World Record for me?” Liu Qingpeng forced a smile, but only bitterness was visible on his face.

The navigator said with no sense of humor. “No, this flight is a top-secret mission. Unless when you return, you’re willing to try again.”

“Tell me this when I do get back.”

The navigator used a tone with certainty. “You will.”

You will?

Liu Qingpeng didn’t believe this at all. No one was more familiar with the machine than himself. The flight distance of 30 million kilometers was more than ten times the normal cruising radius of the Stingray A-1, especially for a dangerous flight outside the Earth-Moon system. Even if there was a quantum computer navigating for him, his probability of survival was only ten percent.

He wasn’t most worried about not catching up to Earth. Instead, he was most worried about being unable to slow down due to the lack of fuel and overshooting to become a ghost in the solar system.

All sacrifices, just for a look.

But he didn’t regret it because he accepted the task.

Finally, taking one last breath of the air in Celestial City, he resolutely pressed the takeoff button next to the control.

The robotic arm that pulled the Stingray A-1 slowly moved, grabbed it from the airport, and “stuffed it in” the dark runway.

The lights on the runway were turned on one by one, but they were still unable to illuminate the runway hundreds of kilometers of long. The blue arc began to swim on the edge of the spacecraft. In order to prevent his retinas from falling off, Liu Qingpeng chose to close his eyes.

Whenever he lay on this runway, he felt like a shell and was stuffed into the electromagnetic pulse cannon.

The navigator’s undulating voice rang in his ears.

“Ejection countdown.”

“5”

“4”

“3”

“2”

“1”

“0”