star watcher

Rice drove the speeding car, carrying Jon and Bingge, and headed towards Starport.

"Doesn't your uncle live in Cade's employee community?" Bin Ge was not stupid, knew the way, and immediately raised his vigilance.

"Not there. After he married my aunt, he moved to live with my aunt. Because he didn't want my aunt to go to work and get up early, he would rather get up early by himself-that's why I said, uncle is a good man, and I don't want him to lose Work." Jon explained, "My aunt works at the Star Port and is a space battleship fan. Their house is actually a scrapped small spaceship parked in the Star Port."

"Wow! That's cool! Jon, you never told me that!" Rice exclaimed.

"Now you know." Jon replied.

"Wait, since it's a residence, why did he bring such important documents home? Isn't it to be kept secret?"

Jon continued to explain to Binge, "Of course the important documents that have been signed need to be kept secret. They are all locked in the school safe. But uncle will take the work home to complete, draft and organize documents, etc. He often uses the home A small optical brain, there will be traces on it."

"So we copy in the past?"

"No, you look at it first." Jon explained to Binge seriously, "I really can't let uncle lose his job, even if you are a goddess, even if Rice is my best friend."

He was sincere, frowning slightly, with a worried look on his face.

It has to be said that this image of showing weakness in a dilemma has aroused Binge's sympathy very well.

Finally, Binge was not dazzled, she thought of a clever answer: "Let's play by ear."

"Okay. Just now, my uncle asked me to give him an encrypted u-shield on the phone. I will tell my aunt that you are my classmates who accompany me to get things..." Jon began to arrange things seriously.

Binge listened carefully and put forward his opinions from time to time.

She felt that her task was too important. She had to find out Jon's flaws, cooperate with Jon, and protect herself. She had to be careful.

The baffle of the speeding car slowly rose, and at some point, it blocked the windows tightly.

It wasn't until Rice stopped the speeding car and turned off the engine that Bing Ge, who was fully absorbed, realized that he had arrived at his destination.

She was about to complete a feat, and she was nervous and looking forward to stepping out of the speeding car at the invitation of Jon with a smile.

Walking out of the garage, Binge was shocked at once—how is the house furnished?Why is there a narrow corridor in front of the garage?

Jon reminded in a low voice: "This is a spaceship."

"Oh, yes, I forgot it was a spaceship." Binge nodded, "Where shall we go next?"

"Go and say hello to aunt first." Jon replied, "This way."

"Okay." When Bin Ge replied, he suddenly felt a tremor under his feet, "What's the matter?"

She nearly fell, but managed to hold onto the wall.

"Because this ship occupies a berth, the surrounding ships will resonate when they dock or set sail." Jon spread his hands and said helplessly, "Originally they could drag the ship to land, but my aunt likes the slight vibration feeling. It's as if the ship is actually taking off, so my uncle... you know."

"Your uncle is so kind to your aunt."

"Yeah." Jon and Rice led her around a corner one after the other, pointed to the portholes that were slowly lighting up, and introduced, "Look, even the windows are replaced with display screens, simulating the exterior of the real spaceship." The scenery... seems to be taking off now? Uncle did it very carefully, it looks exactly like the real thing."

"It's exactly the same as the real thing... Well, Jon, I see what you mean." Binge stopped, "We need to talk openly and honestly."

So Jon paused, too, and asked softly, "I mean? Honestly? You—get what?"

As he spoke, he winked at Rice.

The latter slowly touched his waist, making a warning movement.

"They brought Bingge onto the spaceship! Bringing people to their own territory, they can do whatever they want!" Although Professor Black was messed up by Milan's drag racing, he still stared at the little red dot on the dashboard, "The spaceship has left the gate and is leaving! What should I do! I must call the police!"

Milan said: "Bambu, you protect the professor." I don't know where he pressed, and the black and gold speeding car shook slightly.

"Protect me? Why—" Professor Black automatically silenced himself halfway through.

He and Bamboo sat side by side at the back. After Bamboo heard what Milan said, he immediately grabbed him and pulled him in front of him.

Various dashboards and consoles were flipped out inside the car, and even the seats under him became narrow and elongated. In an instant, the spacious compartment became crowded, narrow and airtight.

"Seat belt." Bamboo put it on him again, not a simple diagonal straddle, but... "Mech belt?"

"Sit still?" Milan asked.

"Yes." Bamboo replied for Professor Black, and conveniently put a helmet on the opponent's head.

Following his answer, Professor Black's body suddenly fell backwards, almost clinging to Bamboo's body. Obviously, the car accelerated.

"What kind of car is this!" The balance system in his body told him that the car is now deviating from the normal track and flying to high altitudes, "Do you have a license for high-altitude driving!"

Of course, high altitude and low altitude have different requirements for the aircraft. The higher the flight, the greater the risk of low temperature and radiation, which limits the safety performance of the vehicle and the qualification of the driver.

"The formalities are complete." Milan said.

"Not exactly," said Bamboo.

"What do you mean by indeterminate?"

"The low-altitude and high-altitude divisions of flying car traffic areas are just popular sayings. The low-altitude driving altitude of ordinary flying cars is below 1000 meters, which includes ultra-low altitude and low-altitude. That's right. The high-altitude driving altitude is limited to 1000 meters to 3000 meters. This is just a regulation of the vehicle management office. In fact, 1000 meters to 7000 meters is considered hollow, 5000 to 5000 meters is considered high altitude, and more than [-] meters is ultra... "

"Thank you for your popular science, does it have anything to do with what I care about?" Professor Black felt that his body was still tilting, and there was no doubt that the speeding car continued to climb. At this speed... Professor Black showed his good basic knowledge, "1 In minutes we'll be in the stratosphere!"

"Yes," said Bamboo, "then the mesosphere, the ionosphere, and the exosphere."

"Exit the atmosphere? The car will disintegrate! We're all going to die—what's this?"

"Concentrated oxygen tablets, put it under the tongue when you feel hypoxic. One tablet can be used for ten to 15 minutes." Bamboo replied, "The temperature problem can be adjusted by heating. In addition, it needs to be corrected. Now this is not a speeding car, it is disintegrated. The odds are only [-] in a million."

"Not a flying car?"

"Yes, this is a mecha." Milan said lightly, "His name is Hermes."

Bamboo introduced: "Milan has a mecha master's certificate, the mecha procedures are complete, and the certificates have not expired. I have just applied for a temporary lift-off pass with a credit guarantee. Therefore, it is completely reasonable and legal for us to leave the planet. We have always been very Follow the law."

"Abiding by the law... You broke through the star network, obtained confidential materials from government departments, let the students take risks, and even hid a mech... You really obeyed the law." Professor Black muttered in a low voice.

He is not stupid, after being shocked, what he thought of was to save his energy, why bother shouting loudly.

Similarly, he thought of another question: "Can the mecha catch up to their spaceship?"

"If you don't have a professor, you can." Bamboo explained, "But a professor is not a gifted person, and the body cannot bear the damage caused by acceleration."

"It's as if you are a gifted person... Are you?!" The tablet almost fell out of Professor Black's mouth.

Bamboo nodded.

Professor Black completely forgot his idea of ​​"conserving energy" 15 seconds ago, and couldn't help shouting: "How is that possible!"

Milan's mecha master certificate must be a talent, but Bamboo...except for punching himself at the very beginning, he has not shown any extraordinary strength. Is this also a talent?

Bamboo replied: "Although it is a small probability event, it does have the possibility of happening-Hercules will come to join in 15 minutes and get ready to enter the gate."

"Hercules? Merge? Enter? What gate?"

"spaceship."

"Are we going to land on the enemy spaceship in such a big way?"

"Of course it's our spaceship, the Hercules."

"You—you even have spaceships!" The tablet in Professor Black's mouth was falling again.

"The spaceship is also complete, and the certificates have not expired." Bamboo explained on his own initiative.

"...Forget it, you can do whatever you want." Professor Black replied weakly.

He got it wrong, Bamboo is not a trainee teaching assistant with strange behavior, he is obviously a guy with money and leisure, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger to experience life.

——However, such a rich and leisurely person is needed now to save his students safely!

In 15 minutes, what could happen?

Jon and Rice raised their guard after hearing Binge want to "talk frankly"—is this girl smart enough to finally notice something's wrong?

Bin Ge looked at Jon: "Yes, ever since you were in the apartment, you have been emphasizing that your uncle is not easy. You also said that he worked hard to take care of his family in the speed car, and here you also said that he and your aunt are very affectionate. Emphasized again and again."

"So?" Jon raised his eyebrows.

Binge said: "Don't you just want to protect your uncle? I promise you, really, I swear! He won't lose his job!"

Jon was slightly taken aback.

Then he laughed: "Binge, you are so cute."

"Cute? What do you mean?"

"You don't really think that this is just an obsolete old spaceship, and the porthole is just a video?" Jon smiled.

"What did you say!" Binge turned to look at the porthole in surprise.

There is no need for Jon to explain, the slight sense of overweight is reminding Bingge of the truth.

She rushed to the porthole and saw a brightly lit area below. Judging by the shape, it was the Starport that was leaving her.

"You lied to me!"

"I did stop you," Jon spread his hands with a smile, "but you asked to follow, and even threatened to beat me up, what can I do?"

"So, it's all a hoax?"

"Of course, my dear lady."

"Why did you lie to me like this?"

"Lying to you? Oh, I think you misunderstood the importance of yourself. We wouldn't try our best to deceive a little girl like you. You are just a fish in a fishing net. And the fishing net is cast into the sea, and the harvest is quite good. Feng." Jon still smiled.

At this moment, his polite face looked extremely hypocritical and hateful.