It was the wind, a fierce crosswind caused by sudden temperature changes due to thermal currents near the surface!
Ma's Falcon 9 had often been defeated by this very element!
In America, watching the live broadcast, Ma was almost starting to doubt that a miracle was about to occur—just as he did every time he watched the final moments of a Falcon 9 launch. Yet, he knew that it was going to be another predictable failure.
Because at that moment, the rocket was only 400 meters away from the ground, and its tilt angle had already exceeded the engine's gimbal range; there was no way to correct it anymore.
Lin Ju's hands were nearly bleeding from the grip, his heart filled with reluctance, while also feeling regret: Could it be that he had been too aggressive, and the system wasn't all-mighty after all?
However, Guo Shen in the control room, with his hands propped on the console and a face that was dark but lacked the color of defeat, murmured in a voice so soft only he could hear:
