Super Trick or Treat System

The legend surrounding the gathering of the newcomers began before the war, and the man who founded the organization, the old Jair Jonno, is still alive, but during the conflict they received the greatest support.

If the war is long and difficult, and neither side can win or even have a substantial advantage, the soldiers will eventually begin to talk about anecdotes, telling the scenes of death approaching, the devastating miraculous delivery, and the appearance of invisible ships above. The earth and even non-human allies are fighting by their side. Psychologists only believe in what they can see, feel, hear, or measure. They usually attribute these stories to hallucinations caused by long-term stress, or, in the case of non-human allies, to simple, wishful thinking Thoughts arise out of a sense of insecurity. Psychologists were willing to believe that angels suddenly took over control of a falling fighter jet.

The red dog Jimmy Thurman swears that this happened to him. He was entangled with an Asian fighter regiment, escorting a hot high-altitude bomber at an arctic high altitude. This was in the early days of the war, and such bombers still occasionally passed through the defense system. -One of the fighter jets had only one shot. When an unseen Asian fighter's shell was shot down, his jet was thrust directly above his head on the soft belly of the bomber. The right half. The fragments of the bomb hit him on the right shoulder, damaging the flesh and bones.

The plane spins like leaves repeatedly spinning in a hurricane, and begins to descend for a long time down the polar ice cap below. Jimmy was unable to use the seat ejection device due to a broken arm.

Just before the ship crashed, he realized that someone was in his cockpit fighting for control. Since Jimmy was still in his seat, it was not easy, but the other party managed to do it, not only taking over control, but also being able to lower the ship when the crash landed. The other pulled Jimmy out of the burning wreck. Then, it was discovered that Jimmy was fractured and his shoulder was bent. "It" has cured it.

At least this is the story told by Jimmy Thurman, the red dog, after the helicopter picked him up and brought him back to base. He was very stubborn about this and insisted that others lower the plane. The only conclusion that Jimmy was able to find another person in the cockpit with him-he didn't know whether it was a male or a female-was one of the newcomers.

When the psychiatrist asked him how the other person fell into the falling plane while still thousands of feet in the air, Jimmy had no answer, but pointed out that because the newcomers are clearly capable of accomplishing feats beyond humans. The power of ordinary mortals, they may not be human.

This comment makes him permanently unsuitable for flying missions. Jimmy began to feel sad about this because he really liked flying. Then he began to wonder why the new people-assuming they existed-would save his life at the expense of reason. A year later, he crossed the hillside.

For, the situation is different. Larson is the commander of an atomic-powered submarine in the Persian Gulf. He was lying at the bottom of the doghouse, waiting for a fat frigate. When the three destroyers smelled him, the frigate should support the shore. Larson never knew how they found him, but he was in shallow water, and when the first depth water bombs drove away, he knew he had to go to deep water.

As the charge on the port side made his plate creak, he headed to the passage. The scanning beam reports death in front of the rock. He quickly checked the chart and found that there was no such rock.

Larson cursed and threw the chart across the room. They are either wrong, or the bottom here has shifted. The prosperity in front told him that it didn't matter. His escape was cut off by a destroyer in the passage.

"We will pick her up and put it out on the surface," he said to the lieutenant.

The officer's face turned pale. But he is a navy man. "Yes, sir." he said.

"I suggest otherwise, Commander." Another voice said.

Larson and the lieutenant froze. No one else in the control room. When Larson finally managed to turn his head, he found himself wrong because he believed that no one else was in the control room.

He said that he later told the story on the Naval Investigation Committee. "She is standing next to me, dressed in all white light. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I am too at a loss to move, too confused. There is a woman on my boat! There is also a woman! When I was standing there, she moved forward like a dummy, to the control point. "With your permission, Commander, there is a new channel near the sea, which will not be shown on the chart. Since the area was last mapped, the bottom here has changed a lot. Even if they knew it existed, they would not dare to follow us into a new channel because there are rocks on one side and the danger of sand on the other side. If you allow me to drive this ship, please allow me-""

"All I can do is nod," Larson reported to the investigation committee. "It turned out that this was the last order in my life. She turned her nose within 70 degrees, zoomed in on the scope, turned off the depth sounder and sonar, and sent us up until we were doing everything. At the same time of these things, she also avoided two depth bombs that were supposed to be given to us: she scraped off the paint on our port bow and applied it to a rock that should have taken our courage away. She dodged a sandy ground. At the bottom of our starboard side, we should hang up like ducks under a destroyer’s cannonball, but she took us from that hole into the deep water, and then she gave the joystick to Thompson Lieutenant, said: "Thank you Commander, I am sure you can handle this situation very skillfully from now on.

The members of the investigation committee sat in their chairs and leaned forward so as not to miss Larson's report. When he finished saying this, the senior general, an admiral, asked out of breath: "Then, Commander, what's wrong with her?"

"She disappeared," Larson said.

The admiral collapsed like a punctured balloon.

Larson continued: "Lieutenant Thompson will support everything I say." He shook his head, saying that he still didn't understand, although he had hardly thought of anything else since that day.

"Who do you think she is, Commander?" the board member asked.

"I think she is one of the newcomers," Larson replied. His voice was firm, but when he walked out of the board meeting room, he was still shaking his head.

They gave him responsibility ashore. The psychologist did his best for him, but something suddenly appeared in his mind. After eight months, he left.

Then there is the story of Colonel Edward Grant of the US Air Force. Grant is the only person on the New Earth Satellite Station. He was the only person on board, because there was no way to make and launch a satellite carrying multiple passengers. In fact, there is no other way to do it except launch such a station and put it into orbit. It cannot return because it cannot carry enough fuel to travel back and forth. A spacecraft is being built to deliver more fuel and food to it, but at the time the satellite was launched, the ship was not completed.

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