imperfections

White staggered off the treadmill, retched twice, and almost burst into tears: "People? People! Is there a planet nearby? A small space station is also fine. I want to step on the ground in my dreams. I don't want to eat any more A cold compressed nutritious meal, even boiled green vegetable leaves are fine..."

The students pushed their heads out of the training room, even Mint, who was resting in the dormitory, struggled to crawl out. After wandering in the uninhabited universe for a month, returning to human society, the excitement was beyond words, and I simply hated It can't be that the mecha can turn into a big hand, hugging the past all the way.

The responses from the adults, however, were not very friendly.

The one-eyed eagle pushed open the door abruptly, and strode out from his room, his face sinking like water: "What's going on?"

Lin Jingheng squinted her eyes: "It must be done, report to me the status of the arsenal."

"It's okay," Lu Bixing, who was in the arsenal, suddenly heard his voice, and replied casually, "The airtightness is good, and the environmental status of the arsenal is normal, um... It's just that this program is a bit old, and the response will be a little slow in actual combat. ?”

After speaking, he came back to his senses, and Lin Fang called his name.

There was a "buzz" in Lu Bixing's ear, the sound was not loud, like a mosquito crossing the border, the roots of his ears moved, and he felt that there was something wrong with the gravity balance system on the mecha, and his feet were light.

Lin never called him by his first name alone. Normally, he used both his first and last name. When he satirized him, he called him "Principal Lu", "Young Master" and so on. He would just "you" and "you" in person.

Lu Bixing paused, and asked in a daze, "Do you need me to upgrade it for you?"

"No, you come back." Lin Jingheng's voice through the mech broadcast was a little heavy, "The protection system is on."

Lu Bixing raised his head abruptly, and there was a "hum" in the entire mecha, the protective cover was directly opened to the highest power, and two missiles were loaded.

Huang Jingshu asked: "Four...General Lin, what's wrong? Is there any problem with the communication signal?"

"Since entering the interstellar era, the most dangerous thing in the universe is not the black hole." The one-eyed eagle said, "Little devils, remember, the person is more dangerous than the black hole."

"This is a local area communication signal. It is fast and strong, but it is only for internal communication and does not communicate with the outside world." Zhan Lu explained scientifically next to him, "There are only internal networks without external networks, which are common in wartime , closing external communication is to hide ourselves from being scanned by potential enemies, and the range of the internal network is their patrol range, we have now entered..."

Before he finished speaking, Mecha Beijing shook violently.

Lin Jingheng opened fire without saying hello. A missile flew across the night sky and collided with another missile that was sneaking towards them with incomparable precision. The wreckage and rays hit the defense system of "Beijing". Suddenly a firework exploded in the darkness, briefly illuminating the surrounding area.

At least sixty fighter mechs surrounded them densely in the middle, and all of them looked much more ferocious than "Beijing".

As soon as they met, they were given a missile as a gift.It seemed that there was no love at first sight.

Lin Jingheng and Cyclops looked at each other with distrust, and asked in unison, "Is it your enemy?"

Before the two of them spat at each other, a voice quickly interjected and answered for both of them at the same time: "No, don't fight among yourself first."

Lu Bixing passed between the two of them, raised his hand to separate them, but his right hand was firmly pressed against Cyclops' chest, and he pushed him back two steps, but his outstretched left hand was hanging on Lin Jingheng's chest , Stretched your fingers twice, but didn't dare to put them up-the former general's shirt has three buttons that are not fastened!

Was he suffocated by the strict dress code of the Federal Military Commission in the Silver Fortress?

Turning his head to meet Lin Jingheng's gaze, Lu Bixing quickly retracted his left hand, pretended to have a haircut, and walked to the side of the communication platform like a dog.

Lu Bixing connected his personal terminal to the communication platform, and quickly entered a series of codes: "My dad has been in business all these years, and he has been very kind and rich, and he has never offended anyone—old man, Lin is not like you, he is The kind of person who will cause trouble all over the world?"

The one-eyed eagle breathed out through his nose.

Lin Jingheng asked: "What are you doing?"

"I made a gadget before. It was originally used for surfing the Internet during interstellar voyages. Try to capture their internal network interface." Lu Bixing spoke unhappily, but his fingers seemed to take off, "First find a way to chat with the other party Greetings, it should be just a misunderstanding, how about you salute first and then fight?"

The one-eyed eagle said sullenly: "I never reason with the bitch who strikes first..."

Lin Jingheng: "Okay."

One-Eyed Eagle immediately changed his words: "...but we have technical support, so we can give it a try."

The mecha group is like the eerie guards floating in the ancient tomb, slowly approaching from the darkness, the black muzzle seems to be close in front of the eyes, and the border of the spiritual net feels heavy oppression, Lu Bixing does not raise his head, and soon Caught up on the other party's intranet and whistled.

The screen of the communication station suddenly lit up, as if it had opened its third eye, and silently passed around, all the mechas hiding in the darkness could not hide, and densely packed traces appeared on the screen—it turned out that they surrounded them. It's not just this circle of mechas, there are also ambushes outside the circle, three floors inside and three floors outside, it looks like a Baumkuchen from the communication platform.

This kind of queue is obviously unscientific, because the speed and energy consumption of mechs are astronomical compared to land weapons, and it is the same for even the smallest mechas. The spiritual network will also affect each other, which can easily lead to instability of the spiritual network and operational errors.

And once someone bombs with heavy weapons, there is no room to hide.

Unless it is dealing with enemies with intensive phobia, the effect is really not good.

This posture of preparing for a collective chorus is obviously not a regular army, let alone a fierce and stingy interstellar pirate, like a gang of mobs who have formed a temporary alliance and come to fight.

"Which one fired the missile just now?" Lin Jingheng asked.

The communication network is very smart, and a mecha on the opposite side is specially marked in yellow.

Lu Bixing asked him: "Do you want to send a communication request to the other party?"

"No," Lin Jingheng said, "find the one next to him."

White asked Zhanlu in a low voice: "Why?"

Zhanlu replied: "Because according to statistics, the first person to fight in a group fight has a higher desire to express than others, and also prefers to follow the boss."

White was puzzled by the spiritual world of this Mr. Mecha: "Why do you even count this!"

While speaking, the communication was connected, and the screen on the communication platform flashed, showing the interior of the mecha.

I saw a man on the other end of the screen, wearing a dark gray men's formal suit, with tie clips, cuffs, earrings and other trivial gadgets all over his body. He was so glittering with jewels that people couldn't open his eyes. He was so slender. Yu ordinary people, but with a huge head, like a golden pissing cow ball stuck on a bamboo stick.

"Pissing Niuwan" looked at Lin Jingheng coldly: "Whose spy are you?"

Just as Lin Jingheng was about to speak, the one-eyed eagle next to him suddenly made a sound.

When the one-eyed eagle saw that person, he was shocked at first, and then moved to the communication platform: "Sister smelly, why is it you?"

The corner of the opponent's eyes twitched: "One-eyed eagle!"

"This guy is a gangster who collects protection fees on the smuggling line." Cyclops looked up and looked carefully at the mechas surrounding them, and suddenly cursed, "Big Sister, your father and I sold these mechas to you. How the fuck does it look so familiar, you bombed me with my stuff? You bastard, the final payment has not been settled yet!"

"Sister Smelly" had a strange expression on her face: "I heard Gloria was blown into popcorn, why are you still alive?"

"Looking forward to my death? I don't want to die," the one-eyed eagle sneered, "The eighth galaxy exploded into briquettes, and only your creditor father and I were left out. How about it? Are you grateful to God?"

"Smelly Big Sister": "..."

One-eyed eagle: "Don't hide behind my little brother like a turtle, come and talk to me!"

"Sister Smelly" took a look at Lin Jingheng: "I don't, you'd better not move, or the missiles of the brothers won't have eyes."

The spiritual net has a certain range. For example, a small mecha like Beijing, the diffusion range of the spiritual net is relatively small, which is far lower than the range of interstellar medium and short-range missiles.

Although the other party brought a gang of mobs under him, they were very cautious and kept a careful distance. The mecha on the innermost side of the encirclement barely stopped outside Beijing's spiritual net.

"You have today too?" Sister Smelly looked at the one-eyed eagle with interest, "Why, the old nest was blown up and turned into a homeless dog, come to me to beg for food? Brother, beg for food, beg for food, I am nostalgic It's not that people can't take you in, but look at your attitude."

The one-eyed eagle wants to sneer. The seven galaxies have very strict control over weapons. This smuggler used to have no way out. He wanted to get mechas and weapons from him. A face.

"To tell you the truth, I did suffer a bit at the hands of the Feng family's lunatics this time. They are all from that time, and they all have a deep hatred with Prince Gloria's guards, right?" The one-eyed eagle suppressed his temper. , "Let me tell you, that old lunatic is coming menacingly, and now there is the shadow of the 'Anti-Ugly Society' behind him, let them occupy the eighth galaxy, and no one will have a good life in the future. I have armed sources, and you have underground In the city, everyone should sit down and have a chat to see how to unite the old brothers to deal with the common enemy."

"Sister Smelly" glanced at her mouth and showed an unmoved smirk: "You also said that we are an underground city here. When Prince Gloria didn't come, we were bedbugs in the gutter. I don't mean to clean up the sewer, I'm fine, why are you looking for death?"

"If I remember correctly, your parents, your sister... all of your family died of the rainbow virus back then. When you came to ask me to pay in installments last time, you got drunk and cried loudly on the wine table," said the one-eyed eagle. The voice was suppressed in the throat, "You said that your sister was only six years old, her whole body was festered, and blood and flesh fell down when she was touched. They threw her into the isolation box and sent her to the incinerator before she was dead. ..."

When Miss Smelly heard this, she put her hands on her forehead, laughed, and interrupted him: "One-Eyed Eagle, Brother Lu, you are too naive, I don't want to be miserable, how can I get close to you? Growing up so big—parents and sister? Ha, did I tell you that my house has a small yard and I have two medium-sized dogs? Isn’t it so sweet?”

The one-eyed eagle's jaw tensed violently.

Sister Smelly's face immediately turned cold: "Sorry, I just want to live a peaceful life for a few years, and I don't want to make trouble. Brother Lu, do you know that there are two kinds of people in the world who must die? One is the secretary, because he knows too much. There are many, and the other one is the creditor."

One-eyed Eagle: "You..."

Sister Smelly smiled with big white teeth: "I'm sorry, bye."

As he said that, he unilaterally and abruptly cut off the communication. At the same time, dozens of mechas on the innermost side of the encirclement raised their muzzles at the same time, preparing for a big ensemble to bombard the small mechas surrounded by them. Slag.

One-eyed Eagle: "Bastard!"

Lu Bixing seemed to feel something, and suddenly turned his head to look at Zhan Lu. Zhan Lu closed his eyes, and his whole body almost became a phantom. The spiritual network of the heavy mecha was superimposed on the spiritual network of Beijing silently, like an invisible layer. Water waves, seeping out unknowingly.

At the moment when the opponent was about to fire, the spiritual nets of dozens of mechas in the forward turbulence at the same time, an irresistible invasion swept across a row, and the spiritual nets of more than 60 mechas were disconnected at the same time, and the opponent's pilots were all turned upside down. one slice.

At the same time, the mechas closest to Sister Smelly were controlled in reverse, a particle cannon shattered Sister Smelly's defense system and main launcher, and eight missiles were set up ready to go, hanging above his head.

Lin Jingheng gently rubbed his temples, and under the stunned gaze of everyone, he spoke softly.

"Contact them again," he said, "Brother Lu, this time you can let go of your throat and swear."