Chapter 92: Aros, pay the bill!

　　 The light from the corner of his eye caught his reaction, and Aros was startled, and hurriedly raised his eyes to look far away, and his expression changed when he scanned the scene outside the window.
　　 Although the speed of the shuttle has been reduced a lot after the friction of the atmosphere, because the initial velocity is too high, even after the atmosphere is buffered, the speed far exceeds the speed of sound.
　　Crottan’s height from the ground to the troposphere is 24KM. If you follow the flying speed of the shuttle, it will take less than a minute to give a lover on the ground a loving and warm embrace.
　　 Of course, this would be a catastrophe for the three Tang Fang.
　　 "Why are there no parachutes in this shuttle..."
　　 When Howson’s angry screams rang through the cab, the radar warning system of the shuttle detected an imminent impact, the emergency procedure was automatically activated, the tail blade group was fine-tuned, and the course changed by itself.
　　 At the same time, a metal long rope was shot backwards from the wings of the fuselage. The front end of the long cable is a square cone-shaped blue spar. With the system's energy supply, the cone is turned outwards, and a parachute-like cushioning device that is as thin as a light yarn is passively ejected, forming two transparent flowers in the tail curtain.
　　 I don't know what kind of material these seemingly thin but tough curtains are made of. At such a high speed, they are unscathed by the violent impact of the airflow.
　　 Mach 1.5, Mach 1.2, Mach 0.9, Mach 0.7...
The speed of the shuttle was dropping rapidly. Finally, as a silver light pierced the sky, after the auto-navigation program was corrected, the nose of the aircraft crashed into an inland lake with a
boom
, setting off a stack of waterfalls and splashing around. Waves and water vapor.
　　 The moment the fuselage fell into the water, due to inertia, Aros and Hausen flew up almost at the same time in the cockpit, knocking on the transparent glass cabin above with a "boom".
Howson's left face was distorted under the squeeze of the glass window, but his mouth was shouting excitedly: "Aros, you old bastard, what am I talking about. This is Yipu." Made by Xilong, not MADEINMENGYA. Have you ever seen a spacecraft that will automatically correct its course and find a suitable landing point? Have you seen it! It's so exciting!"
　　 After a series of buffering effects such as the atmosphere, parachutes, and water currents, the speed of the shuttle finally slowed down.
　　 The two fell back to the ground, and Aros glanced at Tang Fang who was still unconscious in the driver's seat, then turned to look at the underwater world outside the porthole, and he couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief.
　　Hausen’s words are crude, but they are not rough. This trip to the universe was really exciting, and it almost killed him.
"Bubbling..." There were bubbles outside, palm-thick algae floated back and forth along the water, groups of unknown fish wandered back and forth, and some curious little guys put on the glass windows and used them to bring a little curiosity. The naturally dull fish eyes carefully looked back and forth at the three people in the cab.
　　 This lake is about 30 meters deep. For a while, the shuttle sank to the bottom of the lake, and the heavy body fell on the river bed, throwing away countless sands.
　　 When his vision is clear again, Howson looked up at the shimmering lake on the skylight, and said softly, "Hey, Aros, what should I do now?"
　　 "What should I do? Then I have to say, go out. Is it possible that you want to spend the New Year here?"
　　 Howson looked back and saw that he was quickly taking off the power armor on his body: "Hey, hello, don't be so hurry, it's not too late to find a way to wake Tang Fang before leaving."
　　 "There is no time." Aros said without looking up. After dismantling his power armor, he went to help Tang Fang who was in a coma to take off the iron can.
　　 "No time? What do you mean?"
Aros kept moving his hands: "Do you think we have made such a big battle and brazenly broke into other people's territory. The owner will be happy? Maybe the emergency personnel who came to investigate the accident are already on the way, you know This is an Epsilon Shuttle. Once people know that we can manipulate this thing, they will have to walk on the operating table, get the skull, and cut the skin for research."
　　Hausen shivered after hearing this, without his reminding, very consciously took off the heavy "predator" power armor.
　　 It took a few minutes before and after, the three of them took off the power armor and switched to light outfit. Aros spit out half of the cigarette in his mouth that had not yet been smoked, buckled a mask on Tang Fang's face, then slapped it against his shoulders, walked to the corner of the cab, and hit the opening and closing buttons of the cabin door with a punch. on.
　　 The glass window retreated, and the water flowed into the cab quickly under the action of the pressure. Aros suffocated his breath, kicked his toes backwards, and swam out sideways. Howson did the same, followed him closely, and flew towards the sparkling lake above his head.
　　……
　　 Crotan Star, the town of Nablanca. The afternoon sun in early summer is like a lover's caress, making people lazy and drowsy.
　　 Two people walked in tandem under the billboard on the highway from the east of the town to the city of Mond.
　　 Oh, no, three people to be exact, because the older middle-aged man in front of him is carrying one on his left shoulder, and it looks like he has passed out.
"Aros, don't forget your promise." Howson looked up at the "Galactic Demon Girl" on the billboard, licking his upper lips. The light in his eyes was like a refugee who had been hungry for seven days and nights suddenly saw a piece of it. Meat.
　　 Aros lifted Totangfang's body to relieve the pain in his shoulder. He didn’t pay much attention to Howson’s words of running. Tang Fang’s current physical condition is very weird. It’s best to find a place to rest. Of course, if you can ask a doctor to check his health, then It couldn't be better.
　　 The distance of half a kilometer is said to be not far or near. When the two of them walked to the entrance of the town under the scorching sun, they were already dry and dazzled.
Aros set up a pergola, covered his brows and looked into the distance. The town is not big, and the main street is only more than 1,000 meters from east to west. It is afternoon, and there is no single person in the street quietly, even the shops on both sides. They all closed to thank the guests, and hung up signs with the prominent "CLOSED" characters.
　　 The only door open is a public toilet less than 40 square meters on the corner of the street, and a "Blue Lake" bar in the middle of the street.
　　 Aros frowned. This seemingly ordinary scene gave him an inexplicable sense of oppression, as if something disturbing was hidden in a calm town.
　　 "Hausen, don't you often boast your intuition? How about it? Have you noticed anything wrong?" Aros asked, pointing to the empty neighborhood.
Hausen touched his neck and shrank his head: "After coming out of the ruins, I no longer believe in the intuition of Lao Shizi." After speaking, his eyes swept across the "Blue Lake" bar in the middle of the street, as if thinking of something. Yes, he smiled coldly: "Aros, do you want to make a mistake and deliberately shirk?"
　　 "Dealing?" Aros raised her eyebrows: "I'm not going to play tricks with you for a glass or two of wine."
　　 "Then what are you waiting for." Throwing down these words, Howson first walked towards the "Blue Lake" bar in the middle of the street. Although there is no armor on the body, the combat capability is greatly reduced, but this is just a small town. What can happen? He was never afraid of simply fighting with people. Even if he encountered ordinary armed robbers, he and Aros would definitely make them come and go. It just so happens that the two of them have tight hands, and if there really is someone who doesn't open their eyes, they will bring them to the door. It is also a way of making money.
　　 Aros hesitated for a while, turned his head and looked at Tang Fang on his shoulders, unconsciously, and quickly followed.
　　 The "Blue Lake" bar has existed since the day the town was established. It has a history of more than 60 years. During the period, the owner changed one crop after another, but its name has never changed and has been used today.
　　 Just like the grassy blue lake five kilometers north of the town, this small bar of less than 100 square meters has accompanied some townsfolk for nearly half their lives.
　　 Aros pushed the door unscrupulously and walked in, faint, faint in the eyes, the air-conditioning was turned on very low, and the low level made him feel that he suddenly jumped from the stove into the ice cellar, there was a smell of ice and fire. There is also the smoke that fills the entire room, mixed with the man's underarm odor and sweat. UU reading www.uukahnshu.com is generally rippling in the air. This reminded him of the scene of Aros's "Ma Runjia" breathing, um, this is the smell, perhaps, a bit stronger than this.
　　 narrowed his eyes and scanned the left side, the shutters were closed, and a few men sat on the polished metal table beside them. The same is true on the right, several men in their thirties, shirtless with their legs stretched out, and the smell of gunpowder on their boots.
　　 The only light in the room is the dilapidated decorative lamp hanging from the bar, like the old bar waiter, exuding a light far bleaker than the ashes of cigarettes.
　　 Aros couldn't see the expressions on their faces, of course, he didn't plan to see it either. Go straight to the bar stool in front of the bar, point to a bottle of tequila on the wine rack and say, "Don't chill it."
　　 At this moment, Aros, who carried Tang Fang on his shoulders, pushed the door and walked in. He glanced over the cold-faced 20 or so strong men in the hall, and his pupils shrank. The atmosphere in the room was weird, weird enough to be depressing, irritating, and the gazes that fell on him and Howson were full of hostility, just like bloodthirsty wolves invaded by uninvited guests.
　　 He turned his gaze to Hausen at the bar, and saw that the alcoholic man seemed to be totally unconscious, his eyes fixed on the white wine poured into the small round glass by the waiter.
　　 "8MYD." The old waiter pressed the glass in his palm, leaned down and pushed forward, opened his eyelids, and his turbid eyes stared at the strange face on the opposite side.
　　 "Cut, what broke the rules." Howson frowned, turned his head to sweep Aros who was standing in a daze at the door, and knocked on the table impatiently: "Aros, pay the bill."