imperfections

The underground waterway passes through the edge of the eighth galaxy and extends to the outside world. It is said that there are three underground supply stations on the way. The first supply station is near the asteroid group outside the eighth galaxy. The coordinates are very hidden. "Since The "Guard" is currently entrenched here.

"Smelly Big Sister" - this person's name is "Spenser". He feels that except for his slightly slender figure, he is full of heroic masculinity. Such an insulting nickname, but fortunately everyone is insulting each other, so it can't be considered a disadvantage.

The ancestral business of Mr. Spencer's family is interstellar smuggling and black market transactions. He firmly believes in the principle of "sly rabbits and three caves". At present, the latter two supply stations are used as backup bases, and the coordinates and addresses are strictly confidential. Then retreat over there as a retreat.

The administrative building of the Self-Defense Forces is six stories high. The top floor is the guest room. In the corridor, there is a bum-like security guard on duty 24 hours a day. The room is also equipped with a nanny robot that can order food. In such a sheltered space station , can be called very luxurious.

There is an energy tower floating above the base, which is equivalent to a man-made "star". It evenly falls on the space station through the artificial atmosphere. The blue sky is enough to make the real one. Only when you look at the "horizon" from a distance, you can see a little unnatural clue ——At the junction of "heaven and earth", there is no such a white line.

A group of people rested at the base for a night, drifting in space for months, and only then did they feel alive again. Even the voices of people arguing and disturbing the people on the street in the middle of the night are very kind, reminding people that Beijing Star will never shut up The "Rickey Cloud Car".

The next day, the enthusiastic Spencer came to invite them, first took them to see the military appearance of the "Self-Defense Forces" - to be honest, very inhuman - and then took them to his office.

"The base is not temporary. You can see that these buildings and residential areas have been there for many years, and many people have lived here for most of their lives." Sister Smelly pointed to the corner of the street not far from upstairs, " Look at that."

I saw that downstairs, a group of white-haired old men and women were divided into two factions, engaging in an armed conflict.

People in the new ephemeris era will grow up around the age of twenty, and will maintain this appearance until they are over two hundred years old, when they are considered "middle-aged", and their physiological functions begin to decline.Middle age is not long, about three to forty years later, it will gradually show its old state and reach the end of life.

Looking at the gray-haired appearance of these "sunset reds", the average age is over two hundred and five.

However, this group of two hundred and five old men are still strong and strong, and the punk is still the same as before. The leader of the old man is carrying a kitchen knife and has two missing teeth in his mouth.

"When I was young, I ran goods in space to beg for a living. I had no status all my life, so I had to go to the underground city to retire." Sister Smelly shrugged, opened the window and cursed, "Fuck your mother's old turtle grandson, get the hell out of me, don't be here. I'm noisy downstairs!"

The sunset reds raised their heads and collectively raised their middle fingers at him.

Sister Smelly was ashamed to have the same knowledge as the "Two Hundred and Five" Legion, so she had to close the window without seeing or worrying: "I'm laughing, there are many villains in the place, and the mech consumption over there is too much. The energy in the base is a bit tight, and conflicts are inevitable."

"I don't quite understand one thing," Lin Jingheng said suddenly and unhurriedly, "It's inconvenient to ask for advice if you don't know."

Sister Smelly said, "You're welcome, just say it."

Lin Jingheng: "Since the people in the base are all doing smuggling business on the underground waterway, it stands to reason that they are used to floating among the stars. Why, can't they gather a mecha team?"

Lu Bixing was standing by the window, watching the battle of the sunset reds with relish, when he heard this question, he was suddenly taken aback, and looked back at Lin Jingheng.

Eldest Sister Shou gave a wry smile: "Fourth brother thinks too highly of us, small businessmen are just looking for a living, who has touched mechas? It's good to save a dilapidated small merchant ship for a lifetime, how many big smugglers can there be? Some of them are sewer rats, they've been there for generations."

Lu Bixing frowned slightly, and when Miss Smelly's words fell, he suddenly waved to the students: "You haven't seen people who have settled in a space station for a long time, have you? The artificial atmosphere and climate environment are different from those on ordinary planets. Let's go, I'll take you out for a walk, so you can learn a lot."

Among the students, there are those who are as sensitive as mint. They already feel that something is wrong with the atmosphere, but they can't figure out why for a while: "Mr. Lu..."

"Let's go." Lu Bixing didn't give her time to react, he kept pushing and tugging, "It's boring to listen to them chatting."

Mint looked back at Lin Jingheng, Lin Jingheng nodded at her, watched Lu Bixing lead away all the confused underages, the corner of his mouth curled up, revealing a half-smile with a malicious intention.

"Oh?" He said slowly, "I've never touched a mecha before, so you bought this batch of mechas in time."

The one-eyed eagle didn't hear what he meant until then, and his eyes suddenly turned cold.

Sister Smelly's expression changed slightly. He realized that he had said something wrong, and instinctively took a step back.

The one-eyed eagle didn't allow him to hide, stepped forward, grabbed the stinky elder sister by the collar, and pulled him up from the ground: "What do you mean? I never use mechas, but I suddenly bought them from me two months ago." A large number? At that time, you knew that the interstellar pirates would make moves in the near future, didn't you?"

Sister Smelly struggled and forced a smile at him: "Brother, listen to my explanation..."

"What are you explaining!" The one-eyed eagle exploded on the spot.

Lin Jingheng "persuaded" by the side as if adding fuel and vinegar: "Yes, brother Lu, keep restraint and have something to say."

"You knelt and licked like a dog in front of me, and you were so close to selling it, you begged me to give you a discount and installment for you, what were you thinking at that time? Huh?" The one-eyed eagle suppressed his voice in his throat , his voice was a little hoarse, it sounded like the roar of some kind of ferocious beast, the veins in his hands were throbbing, and he almost pinched the slender sister's thin neck in two, "When you look at me, do you think 'look at this old man? Silly X, how proud you are now, when the Star Pirates come, they will all die without a place to bury', right?"

Sister Smelly had congested blood under her skin, and her face was flushed red.

Lin Jingheng folded her arms on her chest and leaned against the corner to watch coldly.

"Even if the eighth galaxy government wants to buy mechas in private, they have to pay according to my price. I have been in business for so many years, and I have never given anyone a sweetener. I think you are pitiful. Are you stupid? I am being taken advantage of?" The one-eyed eagle slammed the stinky elder sister to the ground, and punched her, "I'll fuck your ancestor!"

Sister Smelly was knocked out of half of her front teeth by his old punch, and lost half a carat of the broken diamond. Her nosebleeds immediately flowed all over her chest. He curled up on the ground, coughing into a ball in embarrassment: "I...I can't help it."

"Yes, there is no way," Lin Jingheng said, "If everyone knows that disaster is imminent, how do you fish in troubled waters? How do you hoard supplies and weapons at low prices? Let alone discounts, brother Lu probably won't sell even one of your mechs. right?"

"I don't care how you know about the Star Thief's movements, you know that Prince Gloria will make a comeback, you know exactly what the scale of the Star Thief's attack will be, Gloria, Beijing... so many people have helped you and treated you as a brother, Matching up for you, you didn't give any warning, just hid yourself and watched them..." The one-eyed eagle broke his voice, "Are you human?!"

"What can I do!" Sister Smelly's voice suddenly rose, "I'm not your rich and powerful Lord Lu, and I don't have that much ability to make military mechas! If I tell one person about this, it's like telling everyone. The alliance government is a waste. At that time, everyone in the eighth galaxy will go crazy. You will all come out to grab supplies and hoard weapons. Who doesn’t care about themselves and others?! In case someone is watching my whereabouts, I don’t have the skills to compete with you , may not even be able to keep the secret of this underground channel. Once the news leaks to the outside world, what will the pirates do? People... How do these people who don't even have an ID card live? Tell me!"

The one-eyed eagle couldn't listen to a word. Most of his life's property was on the planet Gloria. On the way to escape, he kept forcing himself not to think about the things that had happened and couldn't be changed. He pretended to be cool and unrestrained, but How could it be all right?He was born and raised in Kailai. He took the lead in rebelling against the tyranny of Prince Kailai when he was young, and he fought side by side with countless famous and unknown heroes. There is not only the family business he has accumulated for nearly 200 years on the Kailai planet, but also And the best brother in his life, the warmest memory.

Even if I told him a day earlier, an hour earlier...

Sister Smelly said hoarsely: "If you were me, would you be so righteous and selfless? No one would have a backache while standing and talking!"

One-Eyed Eagle has always felt that the farmer in the story of "The Farmer and the Snake" has a brain hole. He never expected that he would also play a guest role. He believes in the law of the jungle, and few things can touch him. Sister Smelly's tearful "Rainbow The story of "Virus" touched his rare compassion, and now it seems that it is completely fed to the dog by the heart.

The one-eyed eagle wished he could gouged out Sister Smelly, so he took out the laser gun that was usually attached to his body and pointed it at his head: "There should be an explanation for this matter."

The guards of Sister Smelly's Self-Defense Force "hula" rushed in, blocked the door, and aimed all kinds of guns at the unfriendly guests.

Sister Smelly turned her head and poohed the nosebleed that was flowing into her mouth on the ground: "One-Eyed Eagle, I treat you as a friend, but you don't want to face it, have you forgotten whose territory this is?"

Lin Jingheng stood up straight: "Whose territory is this?"

Sister Smelly was covered in goosebumps by his meaningful rhetorical question, and before he could reply, the floor of the administrative building suddenly trembled.

Lin Jingheng smiled miserably, and patted the mechanical hand on his arm: "There is also a mecha hidden in the basement of this administrative building...Three energy cores, or a heavy mecha, is it a secret weapon?"

Sister Smelly realized what he was saying, and her eyes widened in disbelief.

"You still don't understand?" Lin Jingheng bowed his head at him, "So you still haven't figured out why my little mecha has such a big spiritual net, right?"

Sister Smelly was so shocked that her tongue was tied into a bow: "You...you...you..."

"Because I'm not using the spirit net on that little mecha." While speaking, the whole building began to shake, and the monsters in the ground seemed to have heard someone's call, and woke up, sighing "rumbling", along the wall. Looking at the body and pipeline, Lin Jingheng smiled, "Why don't you tell me now, whose territory is this?"

At this time, a member of the Self-Defense Forces sent an alarm through the base intranet: "Boss! The mecha warehouse... the mecha warehouse is haunted! Just now they took a step forward collectively and automatically loaded the missile! No one touched it! "

"I give you two choices, either disarm and hand over control of the entire underground channel and all space stations, or I will just accept your good mechs and blow up your overcrowded place to scum." Lin Jingheng Walking into the middle of the guards with live ammunition, as if no one else was there, "Which one do you like?"

At this time, the ignorant people in the base didn't know that a bargain involving their life and death was going on in the administrative building not far away. Feeling the tremor of the ground, the old man with missing front teeth waved at Lu Bixing indifferently. : "It's okay, there may be something wrong with this ghost place, it will be shaken every three days-you go on."

The root cause of the conflict between the old thugs of Sunset Red is that the toothless old man and the lame old man next door had a conflict because of an energy board. The space station was overloaded, and the energy system planning was extremely chaotic. Most of them went to support mechs. Power supply is limited.Many people have made simple light energy panels—probably not much more advanced than primitive solar cells—unsightly energy panels are scattered everywhere, robbing the energy from the energy towers above, because of dense living, it is inevitable to interact Block the light, and fight each other twice in three days.

"The nuclear energy tower above the supply station should have been left over from the era of great interstellar voyages 900 years ago," Lu Bixing said in a few words, using his years of experience in training hooligans to get along with both sides of the conflict, holding a The lame old man gave hot tea soup, and the toothless old man next to him was peeling apples for him with a kitchen knife used in fighting. Teacher Lu gave a temporary science lecture on the street, and chatted with people in full swing, "The era of interstellar voyage A major pioneering work is this kind of "artificial star". Back then, this project was called "planting the sun"—White, you guys don't just stand and listen to the fun and take notes—the energy stored in it is enough to last for tens of thousands of years, even if the space station Even if it is abandoned, it will continue to emit light and heat. The source of energy is not a problem. I just saw that the energy supply of your entire base is still the earliest energy system used to charge passing mechs and merchant ships. The charger can support the people of a city. The efficiency is too low. There is no need to separate the civil energy and the mecha storage, the cooling device for the daily take-off and landing of the mecha can support a thermal power station, which is enough for you, and there is no place to put it that can be made into a suspension."

The old man with broken teeth handed him the pitted apple, and said with a sneer, "Little brat, that's easy to say."

"It's nothing at all," Lu Bixing said. "There are so many mechas in the space station, and there is no robot repair team for daily maintenance? As long as the plan is completed, it is a matter of modifying a program for the repair team."

The lame old man: "What do you do when you speak so loudly?"

Lu Bixing said modestly, "Just a teacher."

A group of old men and women laughed loudly, feeling that young people nowadays are less and less bragging about drafting.

"Blowing such a big cowhide, I thought you were an aerospace expert from the Votor Research Institute?"

"Little devil, how many suns have you planted?"

"Do you think that thermal power stations are made of dough cakes? If you say that there is one dough, one dough is enough?"

Lu Bixing has a good temper, and he was not angry when he was ridiculed by the old men and women who moved his hands and feet. He laughed with everyone, cut the apple into several pieces, and distributed them to a few students who couldn't take a joke. Mouth ready for retort.

At this time, an old lady stretched out her cane and tapped him: "Child, you talk so loudly, can you fix that?"

Lu Bixing looked up in the direction of her finger, and saw a large 360-degree screen suspended in the middle of the narrow street, standing there silently, as if it had been dead for many years.

"When I was young, my biggest hobby was to take a trip, come back alive, and then sit in the square and watch a movie." The old lady said, "About 50 years ago, it was said that it was magnetic field interference or something, it was broken, It hasn't been turned on again, and now the situation outside is tense, the base is afraid to communicate with the outside world, there is no signal, and we don't even have to watch TV. We old people have nothing to do, so we have to find faults and fight every day. , can you turn it back on?"