The Light of Beauty

high altitude.

"Colson, any news?" Sharon asked.

"Not yet, but from the satellite images, something did fall there," Coulson said with a smile.

"Dropped? From where?"

"That's what we're going to investigate."

"Okay." Sharon paused, and then said: "This is the first time our Ninth Special Service Operations Group has performed a mission, so..."

She didn't finish the sentence, but Coulson was very clear about her intentions.

So the old man's face became more and more friendly: "I will arrange you to the most suitable positions, which is also the purpose of Hill asking you to stay with me."

"Thank you! When the task is over, I will treat you to the pizza I made myself."

"I am looking forward."

Ryan did not participate in their conversation, he was looking out the window at the vast sea of ​​clouds.

In reality, of course, he was basking in the sun, though only his face.

However, even if it can only receive partial sunlight, and the light through the thick portholes is bound to be reduced, but after Ryan's comparative evaluation, the efficiency of basking in the sun at the current height is at least 20% higher than that on land.

And as the height of fighter planes continues to rise, this ratio continues to expand.

A one-fifth increase is by no means a small number.

However, Ryan has no way to keep himself at this altitude. He can't fly, and he can't afford an airplane, let alone the Quinjet fighter he is flying now.

But that didn't stop him from thinking about the future.

If the efficiency in the troposphere is 120%, then it can break through at least 150% in the stratosphere, but this is still within 50KM from the earth.

It is completely clear that the improvement of light energy absorption efficiency does not depend on how far away it is from the surface, but how close it is to the sun.At the same time, the efficiency gap between the surface, the troposphere and the stratosphere is not all due to the change in distance. The composition, structure and density of the earth's atmosphere are also key factors. It's not that big anymore.

However, it is known that the earth is about 1.496 million kilometers away from the sun. Without considering the physiological endurance, every second he stays on the earth is almost a waste of his own potential.

Thinking of this, Ryan secretly sighed.

That's how people are, they will always look forward to Sichuan intentionally or unintentionally, wanting to hold everything that is beneficial to them in their hands.

He glanced at the platinum sun in the sky, his eyebrows moved slightly, and he had a new idea.

The planets closer to the earth and the sun include Venus and Mercury. Venus is 1.082 million kilometers away from the sun, and Mercury is 5791 million kilometers away from the sun.

Every time you jump a planet, the distance is an average of 4585 million kilometers.

If he could establish a living base on Venus and Mercury, then even if the sun's light he received would be filtered by the life support system first, the final efficiency improvement would still be immeasurable.

Assuming that it is the original earth now, then Ryan doesn't even think about it, but in this world, let alone building bases on Venus and Mercury, it is not impossible to directly drive the spacecraft to a place closer to the sun as a space base.

It is too extravagant to want to build an alien base or a space base just to bask in the sun.

Of course, even if it has other strategic significance and goals, this idea is crazy enough.

After all, aliens have not really appeared in front of people all over the earth.

And even in the future, it is absolutely impossible to achieve the above-mentioned concept as the deputy captain of a small special operations team.

unless……

"What are you thinking about?"

A soft question interrupted Ryan's thoughts.

Looking back, I saw Coulson smiling and looking at him curiously.

Ryan responded with a smile: "It's my first time flying a fighter jet."

Coulson nodded: "When you say that, it reminds me of the first time I took a Quinjet fighter plane...that is the name of the fighter plane we are in. At that time, I was more excited than you. From North America to Europe, across the entire Atlantic Ocean, I was looking at the internal structure of this fighter plane, almost reluctant to blink."

Ryan: "I don't know much about mechanics, so I can't understand it."

"can you drive?"

"Yes, but only for meeting."

"That's enough. Believe me, this fighter is definitely the largest fighter in the world but also the best to control, bar none." Coulson said, pointing to the cockpit.

Ryan looked at the two empty driving seats and laughed: "Even the fighter jets are driving automatically, but the cars running on the ground can't do it yet."

"The most high-end technology has always been first used in the military field." Coulson explained casually, and then he sat across from Ryan: "I have seen your assessment materials and results, and your melee combat strength is very strong. Learned?"

"Yes. I started self-study when I was in elementary school, and then I participated in many training courses and professional martial arts. Although I was interrupted for a few years, after joining SHIELD, I learned more systematically and completely .”

Ryan's answer is not nonsense, but the actual experience of this body.The years that were cut off halfway were the years after the accidental death of my parents.

However, without him, it would have been Ryan himself who had been KO'd in the ring before.

"Well, I have seen your resume. You can train your fighting ability to such a level while maintaining excellent academic performance. You must be very talented. Unlike me, no matter how much you practice, you are only at an ordinary level."

"you are too humble."

"No, I'm a pure Westerner, and I'm usually not humble." Coulson laughed, and immediately said, "Since your skills are good, then if there is anything you need to do next, you can do it." sorry to bother you."

Ryan nodded: "This is my task and responsibility."

Coulson nodded in satisfaction, got up and walked to the cockpit.

Ryan glanced at his back and looked away.

An agent is an agent, no matter how warm and friendly the smile on his face or even his eyes are, it can't change the fact that he is always trying to test and test a person unconsciously in his words.

Not long after, Ryan and Sharon changed into uniforms in the cabin just before their destination.

Black suit, black tie, black sunglasses, black pistol, and a set of S.H.I.E.L.D. special equipment that integrates communication, positioning, and shooting.

To be honest, if it weren't for the support of everyone's own temperament, Ryan felt that this set of equipment looked more like a bodyguard or a security guard in a high-end community.

The Quin-jet fighter plane landed at the S.H.I.E.L.D. base in New Mexico. After the three got off the plane, they transferred to cars and rushed to their destination without stopping.

After leaving the base, the surrounding area was almost covered with vast Gobi. Sparse shrubs were scattered on the gravel and sand.

Sunglasses are not just for pretending, they still have practical functions.

The air conditioner lowered the temperature inside the car, and Sharon, who was in charge of driving, seemed to have dropped her previous reserve and pretense, showing excitement for the first time on her face.

Coulson, who was sitting in the back, stared at the computer on his lap, not knowing what he was doing.

Ryan was sitting in the co-pilot seat, and he was wondering if he should try to mention the Meow Hammer later.