A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Chapter 811 I faced hell! 3 times!

Just as the mushroom cloud surged and rose, becoming the sole ruler of the world, a silver-white Il-12 aircraft, with its serial number, was struggling to fly high in the sky, like a stubborn silver swallow, against the surging air currents.

It appeared so small against the backdrop of the enormous, ever-expanding mushroom cloud.

Inside the cabin, the atmosphere was extremely tense. The plane emitted a sickening metallic creaking sound amidst the violent turbulence, as if every rivet was groaning in pain.

Pilot Lao Guo gripped the control stick tightly with both hands, the veins on his arms bulging, and fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead. All his will and strength were focused on maintaining the balance of the aircraft.

"Watch out for turbulence! Stay steady!" the co-pilot warned anxiously from the side.

"Xiao Gao! Keep a close eye on that dose collector instrument!" Old Guo practically roared, his voice hoarse amidst the engine roar and the machine's unusual noises. "That red light! Only when it lights up will our mission be complete!"

The plane suddenly plunged violently, then seemed to be violently thrown upwards by an invisible giant fist; Lao Guo felt as if his internal organs were about to shift.

With his exceptional skill and willpower, he painstakingly stabilized the plane again. "We made it through!"

"Hahaha, the interference is too great right now. I'll report the cloud-piercing situation to command in a bit!"

"Damn it, once is enough for this kind of thing!"

"Xiao Gao! Is the red light on yet?!"

Xiao Gao, who was in charge of monitoring the equipment, stared intently at the dashboard, his face pale. He shouted, "No! The collected dose is far from sufficient! The red light isn't on!"

Guo Hongli's pupils suddenly contracted.

He glanced at the mushroom cloud outside the window, a cloud that blotted out the sky and resembled the entrance to hell, a resolute glint in his eyes. Without any hesitation, he practically roared the order: "Not enough dosage! Second time travel! Anyone object?"

The cabin fell silent instantly, save for the mournful wail of the plane and the howling wind outside the window.

Immediately, the co-pilot and the rest of the crew shouted in unison, "Stop talking nonsense! Lao Guo, fly!"

"Alright! Hold on tight!" Old Guo gritted his teeth and maneuvered the Il-12, which was already protesting, into a dangerous wide-radius turn in the air, with the wings almost perpendicular to the ground, once again pointing the nose at the mushroom cloud that was rolling with the aura of death.

The second plunge into the mushroom cloud felt even more dangerous than the first. The airflow acted like a solid wall, violently pounding against the aircraft.

Old Guo felt like he was going to grind his teeth to pieces. The enormous overload made his vision go black, but his hand holding the control stick did not loosen at all.

The moment you plunge headlong into the mushroom cloud, the world seems to lose its color and sound.

Old Guo's eyes were instantly filled with thick, dark red smoke, as if he had fallen into an eternal night.

The view outside the window was no longer the sky, but a thick, swirling cloud of eerie dark red, reducing visibility to almost zero. The plane felt as if it had been thrown into a raging torrent, enduring the violent impacts and tearing from all directions, and every second it felt like this old plane was about to fall apart!

This brief five-second journey, for him and for the entire crew, felt like an eternity. The intense mental strain and physical exhaustion nearly left them completely drained.

Finally, the nose of the plane suddenly felt lighter, and it broke through the clouds again, seeing the sun once more! Old Guo gasped for breath, "Haha... this time, should that be enough!"

As he spoke, Lao Guo couldn't help but turn around and look at the red light installed on the side.

That damned red light is still stubbornly on!

"Damn it! Still not enough!" Guo Hongli's eyes instantly became bloodshot. The plane was in terrible condition; warning lights were flashing, and abnormal noises were constantly coming from the fuselage. But he simply wiped the sweat from his face and roared again:

"Again! A third time! Keep going until it lights up!"

"Understood! Full thrust!" Old Li slammed the accelerator to the floor, and the engine roared like it was tearing apart.

Without questioning or backing down, the remaining crew members expressed their support through silence and by gripping the handrails even tighter.

The Il-12 transport plane roared indomitablely once more, dragging its weary and battered body, and for the third time, like a moth drawn to a flame, it plunged headlong into the mushroom cloud that symbolized destruction and rebirth...

the third time!

The third time we've plunged into a mushroom cloud!

This time, rushing towards the mushroom cloud felt less like flying and more like a death charge.

The mushroom cloud ahead seemed to come alive, its churning eddies resembling the gaping, viscous, sucking maw of a giant beast. The plane was no longer "crashing" into it, but rather being violently dragged in by an irresistible force!

Upon entering the cloud, the environment changes abruptly.

The first two were violent jolts and impacts, but this third time, it plunged into a strange, viscous chaos. The air density was extremely high, as if traveling through glue, and the control levers were so heavy that they were almost impossible to turn.

The view was no longer filled with billowing black and red smoke, but rather with an almost absolute mix of dim yellow and darkness. Visibility remained zero, and the dashboard lights became the only directional reference.

The immense overload and lack of oxygen struck at the same time. The entire crew felt as if a boulder was pressing on their chests, their eardrums were stinging, each breath was hot and short, their teeth were grinding, and dizzy black spots began to appear on the edge of their consciousness.

The aircraft structure emitted an unprecedented, chilling creaking and cracking sound, as if the keel was bending and breaking.

Old Li stared intently at the altimeter and attitude indicator, his voice strained through clenched teeth: "Old Guo! Hold on! We're falling! Pull up! Pull up!"

With his almost instinctive experience and tenacious will, Lao Guo fought against the out-of-control trend, pulling back with all his might to try to pull the plane out of this sticky death trap.

In that critical moment when consciousness was fading and the plane seemed about to disintegrate at any moment—

"It's on! The red light is on! We've met the standard! We succeeded!" Xiao Gao used the last of his strength to let out a scream that was almost a cry!

That red lamp, in the chaotic darkness, was like the rising sun in hell, suddenly bursting forth with dazzling light!

Almost at the same instant, the plane suddenly lightened, like a flying insect breaking free from a spider web, and roared out from the bottom edge of the mushroom cloud, seeing the gray sky again!

The cabin was deathly silent for a moment, then filled with heavy, bellows-like breathing.

Old Guo felt completely exhausted, his hands trembling so much he could barely lift them from the control stick, and cold sweat soaked his entire body. Old Li slumped in his seat, looking up at the ceiling, panting heavily, but a silly grin of relief spread across his face.

Xiao Gao tightly hugged the sampler, which was still flashing a red light, and cried and laughed at the same time, completely losing control of her emotions.

With great difficulty, Lao Guo adjusted the flight attitude and, in a hoarse, almost inaudible voice, reported to the command center via communicator. Every word conveyed extreme exhaustion and an unspeakable pride.

"Report... Mission... Completed... Sample... Collection successful..."