บท 938: A Mysterious Meteor

"The train is departing. I wish you a pleasant trip."

With his back slightly tensing up, Zhang Feng felt a pair of invisible hands gently press onto his shoulders. The strength of the "hands" was very soft, lying in this specially designed decompression cockpit, the overweight discomfort was almost negligible.

When the corner of his eyes caught the screen on the armrest, he saw the number 1.48G on the top lefthand corner of the screen.

Zhang Feng smiled as soon as he saw the number. As a former Celestial Trade Marine, he could easily withstand 3G of force. If it were for a short period of time, he could even withstand a force of 7G.

The rising acceleration was half of the gravitational acceleration, and the maximum speed was 2 kilometer per second. Zhang Feng estimated in his mind that it would take around ten minutes to reach the end of the acceleration phase.

In fact, their acceleration time was a little shorter than he estimated.