"Ah? It's possible the person has long since died in a corner somewhere, how do we find them?"
The captain didn't seem to care about this issue at all: "Whether we find them is not important; what matters is that we looked."
"So with the universe so vast, where do we start?"
"The nearest place."
The Mining Space Station welcomed its first visitors after being abandoned for thirty years.
Meanwhile, Chen Ming, with a machine gun that could be mounted on a small support point, was standing on the Space Station's ubiquitous horizontal elevator, heading towards the Space Station Administration.
A few days after returning to the Space Station, he had already found time to test what needed attention regarding the batch refurbishing of weapons during actual operations.
Today just happened to be his turn to be on duty at the maintenance workshop, so he didn't need to go out for field tasks.
