PFC Chapter 2723 Star Core Rescue (9)
Chapter 2723 Star Core Rescue (9)
Chapter 2723 Star Core Rescue (Part )
"Perhaps you can discuss it with your husband." Schiller finally brought the topic back on track. He said, "Your family didn't tell you that there was a problem with the space station where Oaks worked out of consideration for your protection... No, no, Lisa, calm down!! He is safe now... Charles!"
Charles pointed his finger and Lisa fell on the bed, flopping like a live fish. Schiller breathed a sigh of relief. The two of them moved Lisa to the bed. Looking at her current mental state, Schiller said, "It may be difficult for her to persuade Oaks. We can't embarrass this couple any more."
"What should we do? The culprit for the problem with the space station has not been found yet. The key is what Oaks did."
"Maybe I have to find a way to go up there," Schiller said. "I can't tell what's going on with Oaks over the phone. I have to get in touch with him."
Charles glanced at Schiller and keenly sensed something. He said, "Is this the limitation of your talent?"
"Not completely. If it's someone you've had long-term contact with, remote treatment is possible, but I'm not very familiar with Oaks. I can even say I'm a complete stranger to him, so I'm not completely sure."
Charles was about to say something, but the words turned into a sigh. He said, "You have taught me a lot, doctor, especially the rigor and humility of this job."
"Then humbly press the grammar correction button more often." Schiller said with a smile: "Although you are the one with fewer grammatical errors, I still find it hard to believe that a British person can't distinguish between odd and even numbers."
"I didn't fail to distinguish the two, I just missed an s!" Charles emphasized, "Because I typed too fast..."
"Yes, dear Charles, press it more."
When Nick received the call, he was struggling to mediate a quarrel between scientists from various countries. He had just had a chance to take a break and drink some water when Schiller called.
"What did you say? You're going to the space station??? Didn't we agree on this? You're only performing the duties of a psychiatrist... bullshit job requirements! Can't you just give him a call?"
Nick listened in silence for a long time, then he sighed and said, "I have to discuss this with all the countries. After all, everyone is thinking about picking people up, and sending people up might cause complications. Wait for my call."
After Nick hung up the phone, he walked back to the conference room. Now the holographic projection above was playing the status of Neptune. Of course, from this angle, the starport of the solar system could be seen, but the spacecraft parked in the back port could not be seen.
Humans seized several Kree frigates a long time ago. After being modified by various scientists and magicians, they can now be freely controlled. Most of the time, they are parked in the starports of the solar system for maintenance, and occasionally pulled out to circle the solar system.
But after all, it is within the Nine Kingdoms and there are really no external enemies here. These warships have never been in actual combat, and even some navigation theories remain only verbal.
Previously, the United Nations meant to wait until Asgard's position in the Interstellar Alliance was more stable and their relationship with the Shi'ar Empire was better, and then they would contact both sides at the same time and ask Asgard to send guards to take them to the Shi'ar Empire's trade zone.
It's not that they are conservative and old-fashioned. Too many civilizations have failed at the first step of interstellar travel. The spaceships they built at home were perfect, but once they were launched, there were all kinds of deficiencies. Those with good luck could still barely drive back, but those with bad luck would never receive any news after they left, and they would not even know what was going on on the mother planet, so they could only start all over again.
Humans had no intention of using spacecraft so early. They knew that they were far from the stage of interstellar colonization. If they went to any planet, an unknown virus could take everyone's lives. It would be better for them to manage the solar system first.
But now the situation is urgent and the space station has to be rescued. Even if we have no experience in low-Earth navigation, we have no choice but to go ahead.
So far, there are five Kree frigates that are unable to leave the port during the maintenance period. They are all named after planets in the solar system, namely Jupiter, Mars, Venus, Mercury and Uranus. Uranus is the smallest and belongs to the G-class transport ship of the Kree Empire. It is also the most suitable for this task.
Scientists from various countries discussed for a long time and came to this conclusion, but they have no idea how to operate it specifically. After all, this thing was not intended to fly near the earth. It is obviously a spacecraft used for interstellar voyages.
Gravity will be a big problem. If the gravity is out of balance, the best result is that the spacecraft will be thrown out, and the worst result is that the earth will be thrown out. No one can take this risk.
However, no one had any experience in dealing with gravity, and this was not a problem that could be solved within a few hours. Unfortunately, everyone on the space station could not wait too long.
Nick was even more worried. He was the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. and he had to stand up, especially when it came to appeasing the space station crew. He could be said to have tried every possible means.
But he could fully understand the panic of the people inside. If it were him who went up, he would also panic. The oxygen meter value was dropping at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the end, it would be a death sentence. It would be strange if he didn't panic.
If that half of the area hadn't fallen, the oxygen could have lasted a little longer. But now the situation is really pressing, and once we fall into complete chaos, there will be no hope.
Don't panic, don't panic, absolutely don't panic, Nick encouraged himself in his heart. Even though he knew better than anyone that this world was just a giant makeshift team, everyone had to behave professionally and reliably at this moment. If just one person panicked, everything would be over.
Don't let him catch who is responsible, Nick thought bitterly in his heart. His original vision of himself being the mastermind, strategizing and having fun was completely ruined. He was also drawn into the vortex and was completely screwed.
In this case, don't blame him for using some special means. He found an excuse, left the meeting room, called Hill, and said, "Activate the A131 base and drag out the two Wakanda spaceships that were obtained earlier. I have to send someone up."
Hill took action immediately after receiving the call. She had access to some of Nick's secret bases and knew how tense the situation was, so all she had to do was do it.
After Nick arranged a series of matters, he felt that it was almost done and he had to go back to help Howard. However, at this time he received an unexpected but reasonable call.
"Hello? Peter? What's wrong? Is there something wrong with Gwen...your uncle? What's wrong with him?"
"Well, if he calls someone a jerk, then that person is most likely a super jerk. What? He called me a jerk too? Well, I'm not wronged."
"Don't say that. No one could have imagined that the deputy chief engineer would be such a bastard. Your uncle was also deceived by him...Are you serious, Peter? It's very dangerous up there!"
"No, no, Peter, you have to participate in water rescue later." Nick frowned and refused, saying, "There are not many people with super powers on Earth now, and even fewer who can be put to use. Believe me, this space station on Earth needs you more."
"Your uncle? Isn't he an ordinary person? That's even worse! He... Well, what you said makes sense. We do need someone with experience to stabilize the situation. But Peter, I hope you understand me. I also have selfish motives. Once something happens to your uncle..."
Nick's expression became complicated. After a few changes in his eyes, he said, "Well, I was planning to send someone up, yes, Dr. Schiller, but we had three rules. He can only be a psychiatrist... Well, he can't just watch your uncle die. This is safe. You wait at home for a while. My people will be here soon."
Almost at the same time, Schiller and his four companions rushed back to the airport from Lisa's home. On the way, he contacted Clark again to confirm that there was no problem with the space station that was now floating in the atmosphere, and to discuss how the mastermind might have destroyed the power core.
"It looked like he punched the engine," Clark said. "But I don't think it was that simple. Think about it, people like us, I mean, uh, people who know basically nothing about technology, how could we have such a precise punch to destroy the core?"
"It's like a primitive man who has never seen a car. Can he throw a spear through the engine of a car? I don't believe there would be such a coincidence." Clark thought and said, "But if someone knows about this machine and wants to destroy it, he doesn't need to do such external damage. Just break a small part, unless he wants us to think that it was done by an outsider who doesn't understand this thing at all."
"It's perfect." Schiller commented: "Thanks to your super brain, you grasped the key to the matter, Clark. The key is why he wants people to think that this was done by a reckless man."
"I can't quite figure it out." Clark scratched his head and said, "I guess it's because he's not the reckless type at all, so he can't be suspected. Is this to clear himself of suspicion?"
"It's possible, but I guess this is just the first link of a plan." Schiller said, "In a case, the evidence must be linked together. Since he has the ability and confidence to make the first link of evidence, he will definitely find a way to make the second and third links..."
"Should I go up and look again?" Clark seemed a little hesitant. He said, "I'm just sitting here doing nothing, but if I go in, I might be discovered..."
"Not in a hurry yet." Schiller said, "It takes time to create evidence. If you run into him now and fail to catch him, his conspiracy will be hidden behind the scenes forever. As long as everyone in the space station is fine, we can wait. Anyway, we are not the ones who are in a hurry."
"Hello again, Professor." Clark laughed. He said, "If it were Batman, I would only get one sentence."
"Which sentence?"
"'Then wait.'"
At 10:00 p.m., Wakanda's spaceship landed at the airport on time. When Schiller walked into the hangar and saw the brand new spaceship, he couldn't help but express his sincere admiration for Nick. He could even get this thing, he really deserves to be the king of agents.
It's obvious that this thing was produced in a factory in Wakanda and has never been opened. I don't know how he hid it from Black Panther and got two for himself.
Just as Schiller was about to board the spacecraft, Natasha stopped him and said, "Wait a minute, we have another passenger."
Soon a portal opened and Peter walked out of the portal with Ben Parker. Schiller immediately realized what Ben Parker wanted to do, but he disagreed a little.
"Mr. Parker, I don't think there's enough room for you to use your skills on the space station. If that's the case, why go up there?"
"I know, but I'm the only one who can calm people down." Ben Parker's tone was a little heavy. He said, "My staff in the space station are pretty good. Everyone knows that I'm reliable. Now that I'm up there, I can at least prove to them that the people on the ground haven't given up on them. They will definitely be rescued."
"Speaking of which, I am also responsible for this matter. I knew long ago that Mora was unreliable and I should not have handed the job over to him at the time..."
Schiller was just worried that Spider-Man would never have his uncle's prophecy fulfilled, but since Ben Parker said so, he didn't know what to say. He could only say that without Uncle Parker, there would be no Peter Parker. That's just who he is, and others cannot change his mind.
"Okay, let's get on the spaceship first." Schiller walked up first, followed by Ben Parker. Natasha was the driver for this trip. The female agent could drive any type of spaceship.
The spaceship turned into a meteor and disappeared into the night sky.
It was 10:30 p.m. Washington time, and there were two and a half hours left before the space station's oxygen ran out.
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