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Supply day. 5∞eight 5∞eight 5∞ read 5∞ books, ←o≈

On this day, every prison inmate will send a representative to gather in the molecular transmission hall.

The molecular transfer hall is also located on a ring connected by ten prisons, with Prison No. 1 on one side and Prison No. 10 on the other. This so-called hall only has a bare platform, which is very small compared to a prison that can support a small town, and a molecular transmitter is planted on it.

It stands to reason that Prison No. 10 is close to water and terraces, but in fact this location is an advantage - if it can be considered an "advantage". This is of no use. After all, except for the supply day, the wind here is only from the northwest and the southeast wind. On the supply day, all the people in the prison will come, and no one will be late just because they are far away.

By the way, what exactly is this molecular transmitter?

Before arriving with the large team at the molecular transmission hall, Song Fang was very curious.

There seems to be one on earth. When he first traveled to the thirty-first century timeline, he heard what his father in this body said.

Every time I mention it, I gnash my teeth, but feel jealous.

Because all the materials he needs as a human on earth must be transported from the molecular transporter, he lacks clothes and has a yellow face and thin skin. This is all thanks to the gift of Wanbang, the owner of this molecular transporter. However, if he wants to continue living, he cannot do without the molecular transporter. Transmitter.

Finally, the molecular transmission hall arrived.

Song Fang, together with the others on the spacecraft, held the fishing device in his hand tightly, stretched his head and looked towards the hall.

I saw that thing standing in the center of the transmission hall. From the outside, it was just a small, humble room. I'm afraid it's not as big as a toilet.

Who would have thought that this would be the lifeblood of a planet.

It is said that the so-called molecular transporter does not simply transport molecules of matter from one planet to another, but first deconstructs the transported object at the transmission end, records its structure in a unique format, and then uses it as data The form is sent to the receiving end, and the receiving end reuses the existing local molecular substances to recombine it. ▲-八▲-八▲-Read ▲-Book, ◇o≧

The molecules used to construct the transported object can be transported to the local area through low-frequency, short-distance, and large-capacity methods, and relatively cheap raw materials can also be used. For example, if you want to transport diamonds, you only need to store a pile of graphite at the destination in advance. That's it.

When something needs to be "transmitted", what is actually sent is just a few data packets. It is very convenient, efficient, and low-cost, and is very suitable for material transmission.

In addition, because the amount of data of advanced consciousness is too large for the molecular transmitter to bear, the molecular transmitter cannot transmit living things. Otherwise, if a large living person walks in, only a corpse will come out.

This way you don't have to worry about anyone escaping along it. Perfect.

Not far from Song Fang's spaceship, Steve and Cade were on the prison's flagship. Steve looked nervous, while Cade was nervous and a little gloomy.

In front of them, all the teams from other prisons had gathered, surrounding the hall in a mighty manner, like a group of vultures waiting to pounce on food.

"Everyone is here, now. When will it start?"

On the flagship of Prison No. 5, Alyssa said seductively through the public microphone.

Oh, Alyssa was the gladiator recruited by Warden No. 5 in the last entrance competition, the same period as Jason who was killed by Song Fang.

The male gladiator who was recruited into Prison No. 5 with her stood behind her affectionately, like a knight guarding the queen.

Where is the former Warden No. 5?

We don’t know, and we don’t dare to ask.

Warden No. 1 has not been replaced yet. He said calmly: "When the time comes, things will come out on their own."

"That's it, then I can't miss it."

Alyssa's romantic laughter spread all over the country.

Immediately, the team in Prison No. 5 moved forward collectively.

Prison No. 5 brought ten small spaceships and nearly three hundred mobile soldiers. They wear personal monoplanes and are very maneuverable.

"Hey, watch out! You're almost crossing the line!"

Warden No. 7 shouted.

Taking the boundary of the platform where the molecular transmitter is located as the line, no one can cross this line at any height, otherwise the platform's own artillery system will be triggered.

This is something that everyone knows, but every time there is a supply of critical supplies, some people can't help but try frantically on the edge of being bombarded.

Warden No. 3 snorted. "As expected, he jumped out of nowhere, short education."

Alyssa smiled, with disdain hidden beneath her charm.

Because just as wardens No. 7 and No. 3 were scolding and ridiculing her, their teams were also moving forward.

The same goes for other prisons.

Each prison hopes to be as close as possible to the molecular transmitter. Even if he had to stay outside the line, he would never tolerate anyone getting closer to the molecular transmitter than himself.

So, don’t tell anyone.

Ah...it doesn't seem to be the case.

The two ships of Prison No. 10 withdrew from the vicinity of the molecular transfer hall to the outer circle, staring at the butts of other prisons. The horizontal position is below the molecular transport platform.

In this position, you can't even drink soup while waiting to grab supplies.

It seems that Prison No. 10 has completely given up.

The wardens of various prisons thought pitifully.

As for whether their butts will be kicked by Prison No. 10, none of the wardens expressed concern. There were only two small broken boats parked behind them. Even if they revealed their true intentions, Prison No. 10 would not be able to do anything, and they would not dare to do anything.

In the flagship, Cade's palms were sweating.

"Steve, are we really going to do this?"

"Yeah, isn't that what you want to do?"

Steve asked strangely.

This is true, but...

Cade's mouth went dry.

In the past, if Steve had listened to what he said, Cade would have been very pleased, but today he felt a little flustered for no reason.

How should I put it, it felt like Steve had already decided to do this, and his words just coincided with Steve's decision.

But besides him, who else would make Steve abandon the supplies and park the spacecraft under the platform?

After all, he was the only one who saw the note.

Can the words on that note really be trusted?

Steve wouldn't find out that he secretly drove the spacecraft to this platform a few days ago, right?

should not. Otherwise Steve would have asked him already.

It must be so.

Cade cheered himself up.

As for the possibility that Steve had discovered someone threatening to kill him, Cade had long dismissed it from his mind.

He didn't betray Steve.

He was just taking advantage of the mysterious man behind the threat. Eat the icing and throw the cannonball back, how perfect.

But Cade didn't consider why he didn't hand the threatening note directly to Steve if he really had a clear conscience. Maybe his subconscious doesn't allow him to think about this level.

hum-

The sound of electromagnetic charging brought Cade's consciousness back.

Outside the porthole window,

Material delivery will begin soon.

Whether it is Warden No. 11 who is firmly seated in Diaotai, or Alyssa who has just succeeded in usurping the throne, or Cade and Steve, no matter what the mentality of everyone just now, there is a thin layer on their faces at this time. Thin tension.