Walk around the United States with the earth in your arms

From the perspective of the top management of Wanbang, human life is so cheap that one or two deaths are nothing. .biquge

Besides, this is a death penalty star. Its main task is to accommodate death row prisoners and collect mineral gas. It's just hunting rabbits. If the efficiency is lower, just lower it.

"What you said really breaks my heart."

Brother Ji muttered depressedly.

Song Fang helped him straighten his belt and then checked the nozzle to make sure it could emit helium gas.

"The target mineral gas cloud is almost here, prepare it all for me!"

The jailer leading the team roared fiercely.

The people in the ship got up and, like a group of blindly obedient ducks, were driven to the hatch of the spacecraft. The brave ones have cried.

The hatch is open.

Strong winds poured into the spacecraft.

Song Fang, standing behind Brother Chicken, said, "Brother Chicken, your legs are shaking."

"You, you, you, don't talk nonsense!" Chicken Brother looked stern, "I, I, I, I... am not afraid of heights!"

Song Fang "..."

I didn't say you were afraid of heights, so why are you so anxious to admit it?

Come on, this world of Death Penalty Roulette is a hell for those who are afraid of heights.

Brother Ji didn’t show symptoms of fear of heights until now. Maybe it’s because he had both feet on the ground before?

Song Fang was still thinking about the reason, but Brother Ji pushed him behind him again, "Don't... don't, don't, don't run away, I'm warning you. Follow... follow me, don't lose it... If you lose it... I won’t have to eat it!”

This is Brother Chicken being pushed out of the hatch by the jailer.

This idiot panicked as soon as he went out. He completely lost control of his four paws, and even the balloon was not inflated, and it was smashed down like a stone!

Song Fang jumped down immediately.

From Song Fang's perspective, it had been three or four years since he last learned how to control this mining equipment, and he had long forgotten what the miner had taught him.

But who told him to have a system in his mind, and there is a pill in the system.

Dan told Song Fang that the mineral gas collected on the Death Roulette planet was actually an extreme sport in other places, which was quite popular in small circles.

Very lucky that Dan played while he was still alive.

As an artificial intelligence, he can control his body 100%, so he can play very smoothly.

On the way to the queue, Dan took the initiative to hand over the memory about the use of the mining device to Song Fang. Song Fang used the time spent in queuing and flying the spacecraft to practice in his mind, and his proficiency in the operation was not far behind that of an experienced miner of more than ten years.

He tilted the flying wings downwards and aimed the jets diagonally upward, allowing him to increase the power to maximum power. If Brother Chicken is a stone, then Song Fang is a missile, descending rapidly and passing over a white cloud. When he climbed up again, he was already holding Brother Chicken's collar in his hand.

Congratulations, you have gained the admiration from Brother Chicken. Points plus 50

……

Thank you for your patronage.

Not only that.

Congratulations on gaining the admiration from Hank. Points plus 1

Congratulations, you have gained the admiration from Dong Qiang. Points plus 1

After a while, Song Fang's points reached 1,500 points.

But it's of no use. After all, Song Fang didn’t spend much money.

Song Yuanshan in this universe has top-notch technology and can design elixirs and navigation systems, but in other aspects...

Anyway, despite the dazzling array of things in the mall, if you really want to buy them, they are either too expensive or useless.

Fortunately, the points mall still sells food and physical supplements. As long as he has enough points, Song Fang doesn't have to worry about eating. And this is what Prison No. 10 is currently most in need of.

After that, Song Fang helped several people one after another, and accumulated about 300 points to ensure that no one in sight could no longer use the device to stay safely in the air, and then he started to collect mineral gas.

The clouds on the earth look completely white from a distance, as if it would be possible to build a house and race horses on them. But when I got closer, I realized that it was very thin, vast, and endless.

Song Fang now understands this difference very deeply.

The pale yellow mineral gas cloud could easily wrap them in it. The inhalation tube in his hand, which was as thin as a butterfly's mouthparts, looked like a fool in front of this vast mineral gas cloud.

Most of the prisoners - now miners, as they should be called -, after learning how to use the device, clumsily perched on the edge of the cloud, sucking in the nearby air with their suction tubes.

But compared to the size of the air mass, their so-called "edge" is at least five kilometers thick.

It looked like they were just sucking air needlessly, and that was indeed the case.

Today's target air mass is corrosive. Even if they "stand" outside the air mass, their skin still feels the itching caused by corrosion, and they rely on masks to breathe. So they didn't dare go deep into the air mass at all, even though their device could actually support them at least flying around the death wheel.

However, as time goes by, a certain amount of target mineral gas will still be collected.

The gas in the air mass is constantly escaping outward. Even though it is invisible to the naked eye, after sucking for a while, the backpack's capacity monitor shows that at least a thin layer of liquid target gas is spread at the bottom of the container.

It's just that this efficiency is not very flattering.

On the spaceship, the jailer who was an aboriginal member of Prison No. 10 was observing the new miners with a monitoring device, shaking his head.

"What a bunch of rubbish."

He commented, "At their rate, they can't even make a single steamed bun after picking for three days."

"Yes." The driver agreed, "Steve's intention is good, but it's a pity that these people are so useless. I didn't agree with Cade's idea at first, but now it seems that Cade is right. .”

"Keeping these people here is a waste of food in our prison." The jailer said, "I don't want to harm others, but there is only so much food. If you don't starve a few people to death, then everyone will starve to death together. We don't have any Method."

"Yes. There is no way. If they can collect enough mineral gas, then I will definitely not do what Cade said, open the door immediately, take him in, and take him back to prison."

"Exactly. If they harvest enough, why should we?"

The two of them looked at each other and spoke to each other, as if they were trying to convince themselves to make a decision.

This decision made their consciences very uneasy, but they had to make it, so they had no choice but to find some excuse for themselves.

Finally, the driver sighed and patted the jailer on the shoulder.

"Okay, it's almost time. It's time for us to leave. You pack up the equipment and I'll go sail the boat."

The jailer hummed and stood up to pack the surveillance equipment.

knock knock.

It sounded like a knocking on the door.

The jailer glanced at the door, then smiled to himself, shook his head, and continued to clean up.

knock knock.

The driver releases the handbrake.

There was no movement on the other side of the door.

Just when the pilot was about to restart the ignition, a face suddenly pressed against the front windshield of the spacecraft, holding a full collection bottle in his hand.