Andrew paused for a moment, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

Didn't he press it just now?

You should have pressed it, right?

But why is there no movement?

Andrew's small eyes revealed a great deal of confusion.

"I...I'll press it again?"

As he spoke, Andrew reached out and pressed the engine start button in front of him again.

A few seconds later.

"..."

Seeing the strange expressions on his two teammates' faces, Andrew broke out in a cold sweat.

"I pressed it! I really pressed it!"

As he spoke, Andrew pressed the start button forcefully a few times.

There was no reaction whatsoever.

Seeing Andrew's actions, the expressions of his two teammates suddenly changed.

"Andrew? You're not kidding, are you?" Bruno swallowed hard. "Did you get the steps wrong?"

Bruno's questioning made Andrew's face turn red instantly.

He didn't say anything, but simply repeated what he had just done.

"My God..."

Joey's pupils dilated slightly as she muttered to herself, "We can't be that unlucky, can we...?"

...

"Shit!!!"

Wearing a bulky spacesuit, Andrew plopped down on the dusty Martian ground.

Through the glass mask, one could see that his facial expression was extremely distorted at that moment.

"Damn NASA, how can they be so unreliable?!"

Bruno and Joey stood silently to the side, staring blankly at the slightly dilapidated return capsule that had endured more than a month of Martian sandstorms.