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Chapter 1162: Chapter 688: A Glimmer of Hope in Desperation_1

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Chapter 1162 -688: A Glimmer of Hope in Desperation_1

At this point, it wasn’t just Daniel Thompson who was cursing his luck.

Who knows how many pairs of eyes were secretly watching the Flying Tiger Team.

Seeing Nico Ross and his team leave the gate, they were bathed in misfortune, a tragic sight.

They desperately wanted to know how far the increasingly successful Nico Ross could go in this empire-wide competition and even more so, whether the “late bloomer” Nico Ross had any chance of catching up or even surpassing another historical figure – Nora Camp.

Although there is more and more evidence showing that Nico Ross is not ordinary, as long as he doesn’t reveal his identity and state that he has regained his memory, nothing can be considered settled.

The more anyone desires, the greater their envy, the easier it is for them to waver in their convictions.

As time went on, with more and more people like Bernal Connor, Nigel-Gabriel Norton, Matilda, Gaius Julius, Charles Louis, Mr. Green, and Immanuel coming out of the history textbooks and taking up important positions and performing exceptionally well, people’s expectations for the legendary Harrison Clark had been infinitely raised.

Every change that took place with Nico Ross, whether big or small, would lead to endless speculation.

That’s why the Flying Tiger Team’s unfortunate encounter caused such an uproar in silence.

With blinding sparks flying and violent vibrations in the air, the pyramid launch chamber carrying the Flying Tiger team slammed into the remains of the spaceship.

At the same time, the members of the Flying Tiger Team received a prompt from the competition system.

“Launch chamber landing successful, contestants can disembark for free activities, good luck to you.”

After the prompting sound, the pyramid opened like unfolding origami.

Nico Ross and his teammates, wrapped in their basic training armor, exchanged glances, looking at the ancient wreckage beside them, cut cleanly in half to form a V-shape, not even qualified to be thrown into a garbage dump, feeling speechless.

Success? What kind of success?

If smashing the landing site to bits could still be considered successful, there would be no such thing as a landing failure in this world!

Also, what kind of resource point is this?

And what kind of ancient monstrosity is this ruined spaceship oozing antiques?

“Captain, can we find any useful resources in this pile of scrap metal?”

Edgar Julian said with a bitter face.

Nico Ross’s mood was also pretty bad, “We’ll know once we try.”

Ponkt, the chief of the Flying Tiger Team in charge of equipment maintenance and logistical work with a high talent for mechanical structures, was scratching his head. “Captain, I figured out what kind of ship this wreckage is from.”

“Just tell me what it is.”

“This is the bridge section of the Type 7 Snowflake Battleship produced in the Austin Star Domain between 2620 and 2650. It should have some transmission devices, maybe some folding protein organic materials that were popular at the time for making hinges, and some very old semi-automatic robots. There are also some nuclear fusion biological battery modules that have definitely run out of energy.”

Nico Ross: “That’s quite an impressive piece of antiquity.”

“So shall we decisively abandon this place and hurry to the other side using the batteries built-in our training armor? We should have just enough energy reserve.”

Mata Nicholson proposed the plan.

Her finger was pointing to the First Resource Area about 30 million kilometers away.

Nico Ross shook his head, “With the performance of the basic training armor, it would take us at least another two hours to get there. By that time, others would have already upgraded their equipment, while we would still be in these training armors with energy mostly depleted and unable to fight.”

Mata: “So we have to make do with this antique.”

“Yes.”

Nico Ross nodded.

Then, he looked at the pile of scrap metal with slight melancholy, his eyes drifting, his mind buzzing.

Even a clever woman cannot cook without rice.

“Damn! Shit!”

Edgar stomped his feet in anger.

He had hoped to make a splash in this competition, letting his classmates who once looked down on him see that Edgar Julian was not what he used to be.

But who could have thought that he would hit rock bottom right at the start, with no chance to rise up?

Morrison quickly joined in, angrily pointing at Nico Ross, “It’s all the captain’s fault! The timing for selecting the jump was too bad. One second earlier or later would have been fine!”

Bang!

Morrison found himself punched in the forehead by a fist that randomly appeared from the side, spinning away into the distance.

The one who punched him was the reticent Quentin Wallace, “Remember, this is a battlefield. Any opinions you have should be left outside. Here, the captain makes the decisions.”

Morrison flew back from the distance, but, clutching his face and looking at Edgar wishfully, he hoped that his older brother would say something on his behalf.

But when Edgar glanced at Nico Ross, who was directing the others, he just twitched his lips and said nothing more.

“Mata, turn on your holographic scanner, set the power to the maximum. I need a complete 3D model of this wreckage.”

“Understood.”

“Ponkt, you and Sophie Lee walk along this straight line, and after 30 meters, turn back and try to collect some complete wreckage fragments for analysis. Sophie, you turn on your biological detection equipment to 70% power. Although we are just on an island here and theoretically there shouldn’t be any space creatures around, it’s better to be safe.”

…

One after another, orders were efficiently relayed, and the members of the Flying Tiger Team went to different areas, each carrying out different tasks according to Nico Ross’s instructions.