Even though he had previously worn a comparably thick heavy spacesuit, he could still interact with and control the shuttle boat. Could it be a material issue?
Chen Ming couldn't figure it out and seemed to decide he could only pay more attention to these things in the future.
But at least he could control the shuttle boat, which made things much easier.
Chen Ming once again put the gauntlet back on his hand.
He focused his mind on the shuttle boat panel that had just appeared in front of him.
Within a few seconds, the emergency lights inside the shuttle boat were turned off, and all the shuttle boat's equipment returned to normal.
The foreign control signals were completely blocked by Chen Ming, and the shuttle boat was once again under the pilot's control.
"Huh? What's going on?"
"I don't know, the shuttle boat suddenly returned to normal. I'm readjusting the course."
Old Wu instinctively glanced at Chen Ming but didn't say anything more.
