Wang Ping'an muttered: "How could there be a problem with route planning?"
In fact, this was either a question, or I muttered something because I was confused, but the computer immediately replied: "The fuel consumption exceeds expectations, and we do not have enough Delta to reach Mars."
Angele's brows twisted into knots: "We calculated before that the delta was enough, and there were no abnormal conditions along the way. How could it be possible that the delta was suddenly not enough?"
Computer: "It is speculated that there may be a fuel leak, or there may be an error in the quality of the spacecraft."
Wang Ping'an had floated to the console and began to read the new orbit calculation data carefully. He quickly cursed: "Damn it, although I haven't calculated it carefully yet, I feel that our goods should be better than the handover table.
It’s heavier, a little heavier.”
Angele: "We also threw a bunch of monkey corpses. After the mass of those corpses was ejected by the engine, it became our speed. How is it possible..."
Wang Ping'an: "Computer, add an x to the mass of our goods. If we want to match our current trajectory, what is the mass of x?"
Computer: "Four hundred and thirteen point five two kilograms."
Wang Ping'an was speechless: "We threw 30 monkeys, with a total weight of 314 kilograms, which is more than 400 kilograms. In other words, the guy who loaded the goods loaded us with almost 800 kilograms more. It shouldn't be."
His words stopped abruptly because he thought of a possibility.
Angele obviously thought of the same possibility, and her eyes suddenly became sharp.
She whispered softly: "Eight hundred kilograms, almost eight adult men, how could it not be scanned?"
"There may not necessarily be so many, there may be space suits or water and oxygen to allow them to survive during the process, or even a small circulation system. Every stowaway knows that for safety reasons when leaving the port, there is no oxygen in the cargo hold
.And the process of leaving the port cannot be short.
"And there are some astronauts who just don't like to keep the cargo compartment aerobic. This is to suffocate potential stowaways."
Angele swallowed: "Another possibility is that they brought weapons."
After saying that, she and Wang Ping'an looked at the weapons cabinet together.
Wang Ping'an: "The computer started playing rock music from the band 'Dragon Power', and the loudspeaker in the warehouse also turned on."
When Wang Ping'an was traveling, he would often turn on music and go to the warehouse to get snacks from the damaged container. Turning on the music at this time would serve as a cover for the two of them to enter the warehouse to "suppress bandits" and paralyze the enemy.
Angele kicked the control seat and floated towards the weapons cabinet.
Wang Ping'an: "Wear the spacesuit first, that thing is more or less bulletproof. Then..."
He took out the multi-function tool, adjusted it to cutting mode, and dismantled the table fixed to the ground.
"This can be used as a shield."
The next two people completed the arming as quickly as possible.
Angele acted as the vanguard, holding a table in one hand and a submachine gun in the other.
Wang Ping'an held a rifle and a stool to fight as a defender.
However, as part of the alternate advance, Wang Ping'an had to enter the warehouse to occupy the position first, just like they did when they raided a group of dead monkeys in a serious manner.
Wang Ping'an gently pressed Angeli's spacesuit, and the contact point on his palm touched the metal strip on the surface of the spacesuit to form a communication loop.
So he heard Angeli's breathing sound very loud in the earphones, but such a loud breathing sound still could not cover her heartbeat - the microphone was attached to the throat, which could send all these details to Wang Ping'an's ears.
"Don't be nervous, we are making a surprise attack, the advantage is mine."
Angele began to take a deep breath, but her heartbeat still sounded very fast.
Wang Ping'an: "Listening to you breathing like this, I suddenly feel that we should not wear spacesuits, so that I can definitely see the ups and downs of the mountains..."
"Go to hell." Angeli cursed softly, "Start taking action."
Wang Ping'an nodded and stopped pressing Angele's space suit, so his heavy breathing and heartbeat suddenly disappeared from the earphones.
Everything was unusually quiet, except for Wang Ping'an's own steady heartbeat.
He was surprised to find that he was not nervous at all, like a veteran who had been on many battlefields.
Angeli made a gesture and then pressed the door button.
The hatch opened, and Wang Ping'an controlled the engine behind him to perform a short injection, allowing himself to slowly float into the cargo hold.
There seemed to be absolutely no movement.
The heartbeat sensor on the rifle was in chaos because there were too many living creatures being transported to Mars in the warehouse.
Maybe these are interfering with the cruiser's scanning - Wang Ping'an thought.
He stopped next to the first container rack and monitored the entire warehouse.
Angele floated in and blocked the table in front of her, with only the muzzle of a short submachine gun exposed from the side.
At this time, the rock music playing from the loudspeaker just entered the guitar solo during the interlude, and the sound of exploding guitars echoed through the empty warehouse.
I have to say that this scene is indescribably weird, as if it is about to enter a horror movie next moment.
According to the rhythm of a horror movie, a black shadow should suddenly flash in the corner of the field of vision at this moment!
Then the corner of Wang Ping'an's vision really flashed.
He fired without saying a word.
Space shooting does not need to consider the deflection force of the earth, and there is no fall caused by gravity. It only needs to consider the slight impact caused by the acceleration of the spacecraft of 13 milligals——
There was no "whoosh" sound like when a bullet hit the bulkhead, indicating that Wang Ping'an must have hit some soft tissue and the bullet stayed inside.
Angele turned on the radio directly: "There is blood!"
A large piece of blood mist spread in the air, and due to the acceleration of the spacecraft, it began to slowly fall towards the bottom of the spacecraft...
Immediately afterwards, shrill cries came.
It seems like a little girl.
"My brother was shot, my brother! We surrendered! Please help my brother!"
Angeli immediately turned on the engine and accelerated towards the slowly dispersing blood mist.
Wang Ping'an: "Maybe it's a trap!"
"Then just watch from the side. You are so accurate, you can definitely protect me!"
Wang Ping'an cursed and operated the engine to occupy a better warning position.
Angele rushed over and reported: "We found a little boy, estimated to be 14 to 16 years old, with a gunshot wound to the abdomen and weak vital signs. Perform emergency rescue procedures."
Wang Ping'an: "Approved!"
He is the commander, the commander of this ship.
Angele took off the little boy's shirt, took out the emergency biogel and sprayed it wildly.
While spraying her, he also reported: "The bullet hit the left side of the abdomen, possibly one of the kidneys."
After the biological glue sealed all the wounds, Angele looked at the back of the boy's body.
"There is no penetration, there is no wound on the back, I want to take out the bullet."
As she spoke, she took off the gloves of her spacesuit and put her smooth and slender hands into the sticky bio-glue that had not completely solidified.
Soon her expression brightened, and she took out her hand, holding the warhead between her thumb and index finger.
"The warhead has been removed."
Then Angele sprayed a tube of biological glue on the wound, took out the osmotic syringe, and injected a comprehensive cardiotonic injection into the boy's heart.
She had used up everything in the first aid kit that came with her spacesuit.
"The emergency treatment has been completed. No gastrointestinal damage was seen during the treatment. This is the best news. Otherwise, the gastric acid flowing everywhere would be choking. Next, I need to use equipment to perform an ultrasound on him to determine the internal situation.
, I want to move him to the bridge."
Wang Ping'an: "Approved. But you'd better ask the little sister how many of them there are. Don't let me accidentally attack again."