After all, the blue-and-white logo of the Interstellar Transport Company before Su Wen's eyes was simply far too familiar.
Obviously,
Su Wen had already seen that symbol countless times in the last game.
He reached out and touched the surface of the pod,
and the liquid metal used for repairs seemed almost alive, directly avoiding his fingers and continuing to creep upward along the edge of his sleeve.
When Jiang Menghan saw this,
she was unusually intrigued as well.
This cool and quiet beautiful girl rarely spoke up to ask:
"Phyllis, where did you get nanoplastic alloy?
I heard these materials are extremely expensive on the current market."
Hearing her question, Watcher Miss seemed a little embarrassed:
"Uh,
I applied for it through the Abyssal Sea-Julian procurement department.
It's just that the purchase price seems to have gone a little over budget."
"So that was why you got sent here from Julian.
I did find out about that."
At this moment, the Dark Elf lady could not help laughing. As she turned, the hem of her clothes lifted, even exposing calves wrapped in data cables.
The gesture looked extremely suggestive.
But clearly, Frey, the investigator from the Great Library, knew the inside story behind these things:
"You may not know this,
but last year, a missing Third Era cargo fleet was discovered in Pluto's orbit.
Yet when the Dragon Descendant Research Association's Sky Branch found these treasures at a Dark Matter recycling station, their Quantum Entanglement locators were still transmitting distress signals.
They really held on for a long time.
It's just that this batch of cargo may never receive a response from the Third Era."
Immediately afterward,
under Phyllis's operation, she and Su Wen helped insert three neural interface tubes simultaneously into the cervical ports of the three capsule