Under the night sky, Hangar No. 7 of the Celestial Craft Group was brightly lit, but the atmosphere was even more feverish than it had been during the day.
After Han Feng left, the hangar didn't return to tranquility. Instead, it plunged into a state of near-frenzied activity.
Lin Xue's eyes were bloodshot as she stared intently at the flight data just exported onto the holographic screen, repeating over and over:
"Impossible... This is absolutely impossible..."
Beside her, Zhao Yu and Wei Chen had also gathered around, their faces showing the same shock and disbelief.
"What is it, Chief Engineer Lin? Is there an error in the data?"
Zhao Yu asked nervously. He was terrified that this precious baby had sustained some hidden damage.
"It's not an error, it's just too outrageous!"
Lin Xue swiped a hand across the screen, zooming in on a structural stress analysis diagram to its maximum.
"Look here!
Peak overload, thirty-four Gs!
Duration, zero point seven seconds!
