Super Trick or Treat System

At that moment, even though he could no longer feel it, a click could be heard throughout the length of the vibrating metal cylinder, and the first part broke. Its large fuel tank was filled with volatile gas not long ago, but emptied itself in the fury of chemical combustion. The automatic release loosened the main fuel part of the entire lower half, pushed it into space, fell and shattered in the desert miles below. At the same instant, another set of relays triggered the second ignition part.

The new launch tube exploded. Unlike the previous design of humans, it is a new design for the human world, and this experimental jet burst out. In an instant, the pressure on the rocket seemed to disappear. For an instant, the rocket stopped accelerating while waiting for a new impact. Then, like a flash of lightning just released in a storm, a beam of energy flashed through the metal car body of the car. The giant hand fell everything in it with firm and powerful strength.

Now, the tail of the flying rocket makes an explosion sound, similar to an atomic bomb, but not quite yet. This is not an explosion, but an atomic reaction. This is a rocket whose strength and heat exceed all the potential of a pure chemical reaction. It was an atomic bomb, bound and bound to the tail of the rocket.

The slender white pencil became shorter and flew towards the dark stratospheric sky.

Back at the Red Sand Stadium, the control players were very excited. Major Blanc rushed around, yelling anxiously on the phone, watching the checkers, trying to keep track of everything that happened.

At first, by convention, the ascent was neat. The staff in the canoe, the radar staff in the main camp, and the people from Baisha who worked with them are checking the situation. Then in an instant, the three people almost lost contact because their goal was almost beyond the scope. The trackers tried to refocus it, and eventually they caught it again and again, much faster than they planned.

"It's crazy!" This was how a shocked captain told the major. "Walk around frantically!"

The staff tracking the telescope running in the desert are telling their stories. Visually, they have completely lost it. They got a good set of stretched photos of the first stage, but they were unable to quickly adjust to the unexpected second stage. Now they are sweeping the sky desperately, hoping to pick it up again, but without success.

Major Blanc asked to check the final and most reliable guide. There is a radio tone signal transmitter in the instrument mounted on the rocket nose. As a last resort, they should be able to get the signal from the rocket itself to confirm the story they got from the radar personnel. However, people at the radio listening station have no sound. When the major asked if they had it in the first place, these people admitted that they didn't. There has never been any buzz of Ether on the rocket!

At that time, the main Hongsha camp was on the phone. The voice of the commander's office wanted to know why the instrument was not loaded. The person who seemed to be responsible for them just appeared in the camp. Jackson reported that his jacket was stolen, and his pass was also stolen.

Therefore, the equipment he is responsible for installing is still placed in the camp! When he tried to explain this situation, the main idea was that a series of confusion occurred. Obviously, the Rockets were not inspected as they should. Obviously, whoever calculates the heading and power of the new fuel will make a big mistake.

"But we still have to pay attention to it. Yes, sir. We will keep it. Sir, we will definitely see where it went."

The major was pale, listening to the commander's angry voice. "Yes, I know, sir. Top secret thing. But even if it landed a thousand miles away, we would know that we would find it. Even if it managed to get a satellite orbit, we could track it. It is still rising in a straight line and may orbit. If it does, it will not be able to descend completely for foreign inspections. It may orbit the earth several times in a wild ellipse and then in the atmosphere. We will not lose it."

But they lost. The radar kept it for more than two hours, until in the end it even exceeded the limit of its expansion capability. It is rising, rising and falling, and even at the end, there is no sign that it slows down enough to form a track.

When they finally checked out the permanent loss, they knew they had witnessed the arrival of a new era. The rocket assumed and passed the escape velocity. It was taken to the trackless boundary of outer space. It will never return to Earth.

There is even speculation that its last known path may intersect the moon's orbit. After all the reports were published, Washington's opinions were divided. However, despite this, the Rockets proved to be valuable. Since that day, there have been new developments in American rocket technology.

Li Huai is dreaming. He fell on the elevator shaft, sliding down layer by layer. Looking down at him from the space at the top of the high shaft, his huge face opened towards him, and at the same time he stretched out a huge arm towards the shaft, trying to approach him.

In his dream, he had a strange mixed feeling, hoping that the giant would catch him and prevent him from falling, and at the same time worried that the giant would succeed and press on his huge fingers. He fell, stumbling and squirming, and the bottom of this terrible shaft was invisible.

Li Badi looked around, trying to grab a cable, trying to catch up with countless doors. He slammed one hand against the other and gave a tight, violent twitch.

His eyes opened suddenly, and his mind struggled to grasp where he was. It doesn't seem to make any sense. It was dark, and he bumped back and forth in a narrow space. But he could not stand for some reason, he was still falling. Suddenly he felt dizzy and then realized the pain all over his body.

He stopped fighting and let himself rest. He hit the tight side again, took the opportunity to straighten his body, and found that he couldn't do it. He is touching the sides of the narrow space.

His eyes saw that the space was not completely dark. Some places in the dark shell showed faint light. He realized where he was. He now thought of taking off, pressure. Why did he think of the rocket launch in shock. I'm in it! We must now go back to the sand. In a few minutes, we will collapse and this is the end.

He waited for a while, hoping to be put out at any time. But there is nothing. Just silent. There was now a faint rustling sound, and something stirred and creaked underneath. He thought these animals were still alive in the space below me.

Then he thought that he was not backing, but possibly backing. His thoughts, numb due to pain and pressure, began to recombine his understanding of Rockets. Thoughts are formed consciously-the feeling of free fall is the same as the feeling of weightlessness found in space rockets. He thought he was falling, but did he have no gravity at all?

He felt he was broken, but miraculously, he was not hurt. His eyes were burning and he thought they were congested. His face was covered with stickiness, which convinced him that he had a nosebleed. But otherwise he is sound. He patted the jacket he was wearing, and his hand encountered the cylindrical hardness of the flashlight borrowed from the supply truck. He took it out and lived.

The little padded carriages are the same, the doors are still tightly wedged. He turned the light around it cautiously and saw that the faint crack in the entire darkness came from two tiny openings-glass panels. He believes that it may be the opening of the instrument or the lens point of the camera.

He turned off the flashlight and stared at the mouth. The spots on the glass are thick, but surprisingly clear. He caught a glimpse of the blue-black sky and the hazy gray and white jagged lines, beneath which stretched the edge of a huge brown-green bowl. He stared at it in confusion, watching it slowly turn away.

He realized that the rocket had slowly rotated, and his point of view would gradually bypass the area around him. He realized that the big brown bowl was the earth.

From the darkness of the sky, he realized that he must already be in a high position in the stratosphere, and may have exceeded it. He guessed that he must bend from the horizon to hundreds of miles away. And he could see that the curvature he observed was increasing. The rocket is still moving up, traveling at a very high speed. Its last rocket exploded, leaving a legacy of unparalleled speed.

Li Badi opened his eyes wide again, starting from mental arithmetic. He revised his height estimate, doubled it, and doubled it again. Why, he may be a thousand miles, two thousand times, maybe that times! How fast did he travel?

he does not know. he does not know. He remembered the lecture he heard about atomic fuel. Could it be that the inventor made a mistake? Could it be that he is already in space, heading towards emptiness, never returning to earth?

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