Chemistry

Jung, who had just been summoned from the training camp and entered the control room, was surprised that it was early in the morning and that they were all focused on something with a serious face.

This way!

Dr. Stevens finds Jungwoo entering the entrance and calls him to the stand. I approached Jungwoo and introduced him to the person next to me.

This is Director John Griffin. Director, I'm Special Forces Special Forces.

The magnificent mustache asked as soon as the impressive head of NASA saw Jungwoo.

"You lost 30 pounds on Lake Ares?

"Me?"

"Dust collector."

Oh, that slut... Heheh. You mean the cloth with the suction? It was nothing.

Ten more examples of nothing like that, the shuttle on Mars is not a dream. Welcome. Steven listened very carefully to the comments inside the research group.

Director John shook Jungwoo's hand with a meaningful smile.

It felt heavily welcomed, but the atmosphere throughout the control room was heavy.

"Why did you call me?

"in situations where you need a special chemist like yourself. Can you take a look at this monitor?

Jungwoo's gaze turned to the floating screen of the chemical list. It looked like a warehouse information from a laboratory.

Jungwoo, who was looking at the list lightly, tilted his head at one point.

Something's wrong? These compounds are impossible to combine. It doesn't make sense to be together.

Which one?

Here's the part. We mixed a large amount of sulfur dioxide compressed gas with explosive substances, perchlorate and tetracene. even though complex and sophisticated catalysts work in the middle, they don't mix in the atmosphere. Funny. Here's the lab. It's not in space...

Director John and Dr. Stevens were flawed by Jungwoo's muttering. Director John asked carefully.

What happens if this is combined in a foreign world?

"Well, it looks like a huge layer of flotation particles is digging through the stratosphere to create a material that reflects the light of the sun. There is no reason for existence other than to mask sunlight and induce abnormal temperatures on the ground.

What if there is a huge amount?

"It would be the size to cover Texas. What do the researchers in this lab do? Terrorist?

Director John froze his face at the fact that it was neither local nor weekly.

Jungwoo continued to discover certain compounds, even after which the reason for existence itself was curious.

This list contains massively compressed silver iodide in similar application catalysts. Are you trying to make a typhoon? Huh? What's this combination. If I generate this kind of ionic decomposition heat in the sea, I'll kill all the fish... Huh? Why are you looking at me like that?

Director John only shared his opinions with Steven, then opened his mouth in a serious tone.

All the materials here are shipped to China's Space Station, Arch No. 1.

This time, Jungwoo was surprised.

The Lab in Space? You really built all this? No, why?

Steven replies by his side.

If you look at the situation, it seems that you are trying to benefit from a global climate panic.

‘Oh my……. ’

For Jungwoo, it was the reason I couldn't even imagine.

After the compound analysis, Director John realized the seriousness of the situation and looked at the screen showing the trajectory of the Heaven Palace No. 1.

A large-scale climate control. You were preparing for a truly horrifying future in a place where the network of information could never reach you.

Sir, I have contact with the director of the Antichrist.

John nodded and gestured to connect to the employee in front of him.

The main screen of the control room reminded me of a video call system.

A uniform man appeared on the other side, looking like a needle wouldn't drop a drop of blood.

- I'm the lieutenant general of the National Naval Equipment Department. You wanted to see us?

Yes, General. You didn't even report to the International Space Agency that the Archdiocese 1 was going down.

- Excuse me, are you the director of NASA? All satellites are down. You wouldn't know this. Archway 1 is just two months after its use, and it falls to Earth first.

You have more life expectancy, why? Did the orbital thrusters fail?

- We can't divulge top-secret information about the Antichrist.

Shouldn't you have something to hide?

I didn't feel any guilt at all over the catchy look on his face.

I have already heard of an emergency communication between the pilot of Heaven Palace 1 and the Juju Eye Space Center. General, let's not tire of talking.

There's more than one or two electromagnetic waves floating up there. I think you've heard the other communications and misunderstood.

Director John suppressed the boiling emotions and turned his eyes to Jungwoo sitting in front of the control room monitor.

Mr. Han. Speaking of which, is that irrefutable evidence over there?

But theoretically….

Since no one on earth could touch the real thing, Jungwoo's words were all just symptoms.

John, who understands it and sighs, carefully asked.

I, sir. I'm in a bit of a relationship with Commander Gaozang. May I speak with you for a moment?

Mr. Han?

It will only take a moment.

Director John happily removed the headset he was wearing and gave it to Jungwoo.

As Jungwoo stood in front of the lens of the video camera, the amount of gaze that was looking at the screen for the first time caused a change in expression.

It's been a while.

- How did you get there....

I have my reasons. Are we behind schedule for a delayed launch?

- Tech's working on it.

General, the science project of the Starbase in Heaven Palace No. 1, the treasure of China. Are you trying to manipulate the climate with a crazy catalyst that has increased its explosive sensitivity to meta-agromics?

To name a few of the most important materials that Archer 1 possessed, the amount of pollution stopped, as well as Director John.

Or, was this catalyst reacting incorrectly and turning into a field inside the station, and you were asking me to clean it up?

- How do you…….

You can make inferences because you have a chemical formula, I.

- Umm...

The gazelle, who was silent, stared at the jealous weeping.

- Is there a solution?

You'll find the answer when you find it. I'm going to ask you again, what was the reason?

Gaozang hesitated.

Jungwoo said after placing one of the compounds of the Heaven Palace 1 still floating on the monitor directly in front of the virtual molecular world.

I'm a natural-born researcher, and I don't know much about domestic disputes. But I do know the molecular squabble. Heaven Arch 1 Shipping List, FPT-8. Oxygen decomposition with mercury folate…….

One of the operators quickly put item 8 on the side monitor.

... … If this climate catalyst designed to immediately affect the atmosphere touches the ocean, at least 10,000 mV of water will evaporate within a week. Half of the metropolitan area is flooded with rain clouds that can cause the continent to sink. Do you think this is going to go sideways in China?

It was not just one thing that would happen if Archer 1 fell to the ground.

FPT-17 will bring a disaster where plants will rarely grow during drought. FPT-33 failed by half, but at least increased carbon dioxide concentration…….

I searched for the formula and clarified it, and his head turned gloomy.

- We…….

Gaozang raised his head again, unable to connect the words.

- I wanted to discuss a solution to this problem with you. I hope you don't get me wrong.

You had at least a conscience.

I heard the answer, but Jung felt better.

Now I think I know a little bit about why the odds offered me an expensive space flight seat without conditions.

"Broken space station." You almost got on Hwangcheon-gil after rushing to do some chemistry. ’

There's no free tickets in the world, but this was a really scary free ticket on my back.

After a long journey to the fusiform arch, the cauliflower body was sweated from the brow.

Jungwoo who saw such a amount, said Najik.

I mean, I think borders are pointless in the face of disasters. Korea will also be under the jurisdiction of course, so I will always consider the solution.

Jungwoo's suggestion turned white on his face.

"However, I'll pay you enough for sending me to space in two months.

I thought about it, but I lifted the handset right in front of me. He speaks to someone in a very polite manner and turns his head back to the screen.

- Director John.

John, who wears another operator's headset on his head, stands in front of the weight gain.

Did you look for me?

- The Antichrist acknowledges all issues of Heaven Palace No. 1 in its current part of the day. I need the help of a screw. Chinese aerospace technology alone is not enough.

Acknowledging a very bad deed does not mean that NASA has a particular answer.

An uncontrollable new material is destroying the hull and it is crashing into the Earth. If the Archway 1 sinks, there will be a climatic disaster that can be processed worldwide.

Director John turned the situation around and asked Kaong.

How do we fix a starbase that's undergoing an abnormal trajectory and doesn't know what's broken?

- We will support unlimited resources on this issue. I know the Ares program has a good budget, and the Naval Gardens share 30 percent every year for the next five years. Please hire a spaceship to dock with Archer 1 instead. We failed to upload the output.

A dramatic proposal from the Chinese aristocracy.

Director John naturally gazed at the chemist who easily found the information that had drawn it out in an instant.

I can't decide that offer on my own. Is there a more probationary plan?

Gao's gaze was also towards Jungwoo.

- There's hope.

Three hours later.

John Griffin returns to the control room after a long teleconference with the White House.

John, who was wearing the headset, instructed the operators to open a communications channel with the Chinese port authority. Immediately, the amount of chaos appeared on the screen.

Heaven Palace No. 1 Strategy has been captured in the direction of cooperation between screws.

- Phew… Thank you.

By 9: 00 a.m., there was a full-scale debate between the Juju Eye Space Center and Houston Base.

As the leaders of NASA and the key personnel of the Naval Garden started discussing with each other, the only chemists who could figure out how to deal with the climate catalyst in question came to the meeting naturally.

Jungwoo, who had been staring at the compound on the shipping list for several hours, pressed his temples into the throbbing headache.

‘There are too many cases. ’

If anything on the shipping list is applied, it must suffer somewhere on Earth.

Less anxiety has overwhelmed friendship as it could be Africa, China, or Seoul.

It's probably safest to create a union to see for yourself and disassemble, right? ’

Jungwoo's gaze was toward those who were taking a break from the virtual molecular world for a moment. They were also serious.

Only Ares with a new rocket can dock accurately with the Twisted Palace No. 1.

Mission progress until 63 days before the Fall of Heaven Palace No. 1 Maginot Line. That is, from the 60th, we are looking for a shot.

Selection of elite personnel to handle personalized mission training is also an urgent matter, I think.

While making big plans at the top, the below operators also spoke with colleagues in serious tone.

- So this means we have to weigh the lives of people who are willing to take on dangerous missions at the crashing space station and the catastrophe that could be fatigue for 10% of the planet's population.

- How the hell are you gonna decide that?

- It's not up to us. Director's on it.

- I'm glad I'm not the tallest one.

John Griffin, who overheard this conversation, made a poop chewing face. Then I met Jungwoo's eyes.

Mr. Han. Is there a way out of the climate catalysts?

Although the method is a bit tricky, yes. I think it's possible for now.

"This is the most delightful news of the day."

The plan was outlined at the end of the meeting until late this afternoon.

- Docking to neutralize the hazardous materials inside and send the "Archer 1" to normal drop trajectory. The Antichronous Technology Team agrees to this mission.

The NASA Space Activity Team also believes this is the most likely success.

All right, three screws for the crew, three for us. I'll give you a seat, Mr. Lim Wu. Give him time to conduct his own personal experiments.

When the final conclusion came to light, Gaozang mentioned Jungwoo. John Griffin suddenly sees Gus, the Mission Director.

Gus.

Yes?

The Ares Program Assessment. Why did you take me off supervision when you called all the people here?

You were busy.

Damn it. If I had given you a perfect score, you would have gone up to NASA, not to the Chinese.

An event that, if successful, will become the Space Mission of the Century. It is quite important for NASA to compete in the history of technological advancement as to who is in charge of its core.

John Griffin, who mouths regret later, sees the amount of weight on the screen.

Mr. Limit is the number one candidate for the Ares program. So consider placing a limited number into the three screws....

- It's already done.

I didn't make a decision. Hey, Mr. Han...

- Mr. Limit Woo!

Jungwoo, who was crushing his head with a sore goal, summoned himself to a slight panic at the same time as John Griffin.

- Where are you going to go to space? Navigation or NASA?

NASA will lay special sheets inside the hull. The Director guarantees it.

- What a mess. How much do you weigh?

I'm just going to put on a sheet as heavy as Mr. Limiting Woo. Right, Engineering?

Jung did not care so much that he frowned as he remembered that both marks were on his shoulders.

But it seems like it's uncomfortable for both of you.

- It was rude of you to volunteer to help the Chinese mistake. NASA has only proposed sheets, but the Naval Garden is willing to set up Mr. Limeu's private laboratory in Heaven Sections 2 and 3.

He's coming out hard.

-Don 't get me wrong, I just want to continue my relationship with Mr. Hahn.

Who doesn't? Mr. Hahn, I'm the captain of NASA. I'll send you up to space every year even if you break the rules, so stay with us.

Could the solution depend solely on his chemistry? The one who caused the problem, the one who's trying to fix it. I always looked forward to myself.

‘I wish I could solve my problems as always. ’

Suddenly, I heard a beep in my ears and the headache was unbearable.

“Ugh…. ”

Jungwoo staggers from his seat, pressing his head with his palm.

Mr. Han?

- Mr. Han!

Jung opened his eyes to Ringer in the infirmary. I feel like I'm finally clearing my head.

Mr. Han. Are you okay?

Dr. Steven Pilong, who recommended himself to NASA, asked me with a worried face.

When I worked too hard on the formula, the limits came to me, but I couldn't reveal it to them.

I'm a little tired.

I couldn't rest and was killed overnight. The doctor has ordered us to rest unconditionally until tomorrow.

Your doctor's diagnosis is overwork and stress. In fact, it was also an indirect cause.

Once, the storm passed and I kept lying there, but I couldn't stand up while someone looked after me like that.

Dr. Stevens reaffirmed Jungwoo's complexion and opened his mouth.

An acquaintance of the White House has delivered the Foreign Ministry's message through me.

For me?

I thank Mr. Lim Woo for his hard work. If things get done well, I want to coordinate my relationship with Korea much more closely. Instead, informally.

Coordinating relationships? Informal? I'm sorry, I don't know what that means.

Bloop.

"What can I do? I want you to shut your mouth.

A familiar Asian man appeared in front of Jungwoo, with a partition open. A face like Fist Nose I've seen on TV every holiday.

Ri Pang Lung Bridge.

I've changed my position a little. This is the experiment in Heaven Palace No. 1.

Ri Pang Lung placed the bag in front of Jungwoo containing the details of the experiment that took place inside the first palace.

Things changed a little when the Antichrist promised NASA a funding source. Even though China made a mistake, it didn't actually happen. The conditions under which all of this would have never been resolved. Through this pass on the diplomatic line, all progress will be a top secret with strong media control in the future.

Is that why you want me to keep a secret?

To protect the face of China. Instead, I promise you a fair reward.

How?

You wouldn't be interested in giving money. Then…….

Chungwa University Secretarial Office, PM 07: 27 KST.

Jung Gil-jin was under tremendous stress because of his second-year policy coordination with the Ministry of Industry and Trade and Resources that continued in the morning.

An executive order from the U.S. government that has begun imposing high tariffs on mainstream imports.

China's policy to declare a trade war on neighboring countries and to accept closely exports.

As South Korea wedged between them, only shrimp lights were exploding in whale fights.

“The first half of the shortage of ordinary income is substantial. KSI has dropped 7.13% on stockholders only. ”

“If we wake up with entrepreneurs like this, we have no choice. You're gonna have to do it with a cardinal. ”

“If you touch taxes again, the people stay put. ”

Comprehensive difficulty in proposing any economic policy.

After talking for eight hours, I couldn't figure out what to report to the president.

“Here we go. What do we do when we fight?" Let's find out what we can. Chief Secretary, I need a lot of coffee here. ”

The head of the economy encouraged the practitioner, hoping for something good to happen.

“Senior Han. You have a call from the US Department of Foreign Affairs. ”

The voice of the assistant who opened the door to the conference room stood up sighing.

“Sounds like a trade delegation. His FTA. I'll hear what other pressures he'll be under. ”

Han Gil-jin came to work and put the handset on his ear.

“Hello……. ”

- Chief.

The voices I heard were in Korean.

“Who are you?”

- It's a limited edition.

A chemist with a presidential medal. As soon as I heard his voice, I immediately remembered. I tilted my head because it was an unexpected call, but a much more unexpected story came out of the phone.

- This time I'm working on a no-border experiment between the United States and China. This is surprising, so the Foreign Ministry will be contacted about the rewards. Abolition of Tariffs?

Suddenly, I heard someone talking to me in English.

Professor Irfan predicted we could mitigate or eliminate some of the customs targets. both the United States and China. This is what our country benefits from, right?

Han Gil-jin seemed to have heard it wrong for a moment.

“Wait, you're willing to ease customs duties for Korean exports? ”

- I think you should talk to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs' economic advisor. I can't talk long. And only you know that I was involved. It's all classified until the end of the project.

Even after the call ended, Han Gil-jin couldn't put down his phone.

“What did you just hear? ”

Jiaying!

The phone in my pocket rang suddenly. It was the number of the Deputy Minister of Economics of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

“Yes, Vice Minister Yoo Hong-sik. ”

- Chief Han, I'm about to go into some kind of panic. Chinese Ministry of Foreign Affairs... I don't know! Customs duty...

“I heard that, too. ”

Why are the two major nations in serious trade conflicts giving special benefits only to Korea?

It may seem unknown, but it would be very good news for the people.

The young man who risked his life to protect Seoul City.

When I was watching the helicopter crash into the Han River in real time, I was still embarrassed.

“What kind of experiments are they doing? ”

I don't know, but it was clearly important enough for the United States and China to move this far.

Chief Han, what's going on?

“Maybe.”

- Yeah, yeah.

“I think we live in an era of great Korean people. ”

- I'm sorry?

In a few days.

A large timer appeared at the top of Houston Mission Control.

Every time there was a very important space flight, it was published, and this time it was called "Ares 1."

[1392 hours 13 minutes 17 seconds…… 16 seconds]

That's how NASA's clock began to flow toward the mission.

Edwards Air Force Base, Eastern Standard Time 09: 30.

Jungwoo entered the hangar in a cheerful outfit, receiving a cool air jumper.

Next to him were five people who would board the Ares together.

Seven successful astronaut pilots, Jackson.

An elite pilot, Chen, who said he could fly almost any aircraft owned by the Chinese Air Force.

Oscar and Kim, the outbound activity experts.

Professor Zaryong, research assistant on board.

Are you all here?

A flight instructor named Shark walks into the hangar.

Nice to meet you, Team Ares. So, who's in charge here?

As Shark looked at the six in turn, he saw an elderly black commander, Colonel Jackson.

Jackson shakes his head, smiling. Then he pointed to the person next to him.

Shark looks surprised when he faces Jungwoo, a young man with a gorgeous figure.

701? You're the leader?

Jungwoo smiled at the instructor who made him suffer in all kinds of postures during weightlessness training.

That's the way it is. My team is planning a major experimental mission.

I know Director John well. If you're not good enough, you'll never be a leader.

Shark admires that the pharmacy trainee, who only knew he was going to fall, appeared as the commander of the Ares.

You'll be on a combat flight soon. Do you have any questions?

Er... Teacher. this gravitational acceleration exercise. How does weightlessness compare to zero-g flight training?

It's just a kid's prank.

The Battle of Flights?

Shark smiles bloody.

The door to a giant hangar with only a soccer stadium opened and a state-of-the-art combat plane revealed its significance.

The old T-38 Talon is all under maintenance, so it's a special aircraft prepared by the Air Force. You're all lucky. I've never been on one of these.

Dream fighter F-22 Raptor.

The plane, which would allow me to experience the speed of Mach 2.5, approached in a gorgeous manner that stimulated the man's heart and lowered it straight into Jungwoo's chest.

Jung, who was amazed with his mouth, turned his head and asked his fellow pilot.

Colonel Jackson. How does it feel to fly under the sound of your voice?

I think I can put it into words, commander.

When Shark gestured, Air Force allies surrounded the mission team members, including Jungwoo, and helped them put on basic equipment.

Jungwoo, who was wearing all the headgear, sat in the back seat of Raptor 1. Pilot Chen, who had not said much since the first meeting, opened his mouth to Jungwoo preparing for the flight.

Your eyes will feel stuck to your back of your head. Try to breathe first.

Yes?

Weeing...

The raptor's glass door closes.

Six fighters clamor and jump over Edward's base.

As flames erupted from the Raptor fleet's engine, which was cutting through the air, a strange heat bend formed behind it.

Raptor squad that disappeared in a flash with faster movement than the speed of sound.

Currrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

The sound of the ground shaking followed.

Jung, who was in Raptor 1, had to feel like every bone in his body was flattened by the savage attack of inertia.

Chen wasn't bluffing. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't breathe.

‘Ugh. I'm going to die... ’

Only a month ago, I was living a life completely unrelated to the universe.

Jungwoo began his arduous journey to Earth.

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