Chapter 1255 The Last Chip

Mars.

Two weeks had passed since Ares got trapped.

Every day, Devil Worms would crawl out from underground and circle around the Ares. They used their sickle-like mandibles to touch the spacecraft a few times before they disappeared back into the desert.

Although the mandibles could not break the titanium hull of Ares, the psychological pressure on the astronauts was enormous. Especially whenever they recalled the bloody scene when their teammate, who trained with them, was devoured alive, and the fact that only a spacesuit remained…

This desperate atmosphere permeated in the 30 square meters space.

Five days ago, the communication module was damaged. Ares had completely lost contact with the satellite. It was like a traveler who lost their way in the desert. The traveler could only blankly stare into the endless desert and countdown the passing days.

Fortunately, their supplies were sufficient to maintain for one year. The issue was, if they could not deploy the solar panels as soon as possible, they would soon face an electricity shortage.

This was a serious problem.

Without electricity, it meant no water or oxygen.

Every day, the astronauts were drunk and treated the next day as doomsday.

“How is the negotiation between the headquarters and Celestial Trade?”

“I don’t know… but no one has shown up, I’m afraid there is still no agreement.”

“Damnit, have we been abandoned?”

“God bless, Amen…”

Bris sat in the corner of the cockpit and listened to the desperate voices of his teammates, he licked the corner of his mouth and stuffed the whiskey bottle into his mouth.

Helpless.

Probably the only word that could describe his mood.

If it were one week ago, he still had hope that Celestial Trade would send people to rescue them from hell. But now that a week had passed by, they did not even see the slightest sign of rescue.

He was about to give up on this unrealistic idea.

The drunken Jewish astronaut sat down beside him, burped, and muttered something hard to distinguish.

“How much electricity do we have?”

“Probably enough to last till next Wednesday.”

“Hell…” The man cursed and shook his head. “Do you know what I am thinking about right now?”

“What are you thinking?” Bris snorted.

“I’m thinking,” The man burped, put up a finger and said in his drunken tone, “If we die of suffocation, would it be considered suicide or homicide?”

“… Is there a difference?”

“In my belief, if you suicide, you can’t go to heaven.” The Jewish man looked to Bris, revealed a bitter grin and raised his glass. “My dear captain, I only want to ask you for one thing. Put some extra sleeping pills in the dinner tonight…”

“Then I would have fulfilled your wish but I would go to hell with such sins on my hands?” Bris pressed his hands on the floor and stood up. While he was wobblingly, he said, “Don’t even think about it…”

“What are you going to do?”

“Deploy the solar panels.”

“You are crazy,” the Jewish man grinned. “Those things are outside.”

“I’m serious.”

In the astonished and blank looks of his teammates, Bris tossed the bottle into the trashcan, raised his groggy head, and headed to the stairs.

He could not wait any longer.

If death was evitable, he would rather die with dignity.

Although the bloody scene made him tremble whenever he thought about it, he was relieved when he realized that death was only a moment of pain.

“Don’t be like this, you’re seeking your own death!”

The man sitting in the corner of the wall reached out and grabbed Bris’ arm.

Bris jerked away and entered the password on the door without saying a word, and then he stepped into the buffer cabin.

Outside, the sandstorm began to pick up.

He was not sure whether the sandstorm would reduce the Devil Worms’ perception but now was the perfect time.

As long as he doesn’t get blown away…

After Bris checked the airtightness of the spacesuit, he put his hand on the suitcase-sized toolbox.

The buffer compartment opened, and yellow sand gusted. Bris took a deep breath and was about to jump into the desert where death might be buried, when he suddenly saw a black outline in the dim horizon.

He was stunned.

He took a few hard wipes of his helmet.

This time, it was clearer.

His pupils gradually enlarged and magnified the hint of hope that lit up.

“…God.”

It’s reinforcement!

Reinforcement from Celestial Trade!

He almost gave up!

At the same time, astronauts in Ares also found out about what was happening one kilometer away.

“What’s that?”

“It’s Celestial Trade’s fleet!”

“It’s our rescue! Hahahaha! They must have come to save us! We don’t have to die now!”

The cheers erupted in Ares.

Although it felt odd cheering for their competitor, they regained their hope of life. Who bothered debating this point in the heat of the moment?

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