imperfections

Sister Smelly is not a law-abiding model citizen. Even though this broken base even has limited electricity consumption, the private prison is very well built.The private prison is hidden deep underground like a labyrinth. There are double layers of electromagnetic signal shielding, and once the prison doors fall down, let alone a stinky lady, even a slender mosquito and ant cannot escape.

"Mr. Spencer, please be 'sick' for a few days, and I will come to you at any time if necessary." Lin Jingheng disarmed Sister Smelly and his guards, threw them into a single room one by one, and locked them up separately. Before leaving, he carefully admired the unique design of this underground prison, and waved at him, "It's a pity that you don't stay for a few more days in such an exquisite place."

Sister Smelly cursed deliberately.

Lin Jingheng paused: "By the way, I have a bad temper, so be careful not to talk nonsense."

Sister Smelly didn't dare to really provoke him. After hearing the warning, she had no choice but to swallow the obscene words back into her stomach, her neck thickened, and she choked out a sentence: "You wait for me!"

After finishing speaking, before Lin Jingheng could taunt him, he blushed first, feeling that this sentence was so heroic and breathless, like a hypocrite, he was so ashamed that he was about to cry.

Zhan Lu in the image of a robot hand raised a finger and pointed out: "Sir, you have violated the relevant provisions of the alliance's military management regulations that prohibit cruelty to prisoners. According to estimates, the area of ​​the prison and the lighting conditions do not meet the alliance's standards. , violated the basic human rights of prisoners, and you threatened the other party..."

"Well," Lin Jingheng replied casually, "does anyone want to come and pay a fine?"

Zhanlu: "..."

"If there is no fine, there will be no human rights." Lin Jingheng pressed down the raised little finger of Zhanlu, "It's okay, don't enter irrelevant data yourself, who did you learn from? You even raised your orchid finger."

Further down the private prison is the underground warehouse where Sister Smelly stores the mechs. Lin Jingheng took Zhanlu directly to the elevator down—the three-core heavy mecha is referred to as "heavy three", and the fuselage is more than one kilometer long. As early as 240 years in the new ephemeris, the type has been completely eliminated from the army by the alliance.

"The last time I saw Chongsan was when I was studying at Wulan College." Lin Jingheng said.

"In your first year of enrollment, you got full marks in mech operation, but the other subjects were not very satisfactory." Zhan Lu said, "General Lu Xin called the principal privately, asking to withhold your scholarship for that year, so as not to encourage the unhealthy tendencies of partiality and arrogance. , but Mr. Principal is very dogmatic and rejected him on the grounds of school regulations."

Lin Jingheng was taken aback: "What?"

He was only 14 years old when he entered Wulan College. He was the youngest student in the whole school. He had a strong rebellious heart and went his own way. Many teachers had sued Lu Xin. , The bet is to shut up General Lu for a summer vacation... After all, holding back for two months and not being able to make a long speech is torture for General Lu.

Zhanlu wanted to cover up and defended his former master: "General Lu Xin is very concerned about your education, and he didn't cheat because he was afraid of losing to you."

Lin Jingheng: "..."

Yeah, then he's pretty straight.

Although Zhongsan is old, it is a heavy mecha after all, and its magnitude is not the same as that of ordinary mechas. When the mecha "Beijing" is held in front of it, it is like a small plastic beetle. A small earthquake, if it moved randomly underground, could probably bring down a block of streets.

But fortunately, it can't actually move casually.

As soon as Zhanlu's spiritual network was covered, Lin Jingheng discovered that the mecha core of this mecha was seriously damaged, and it was basically scrapped, so he could make some noise in advance.It should be that there was an accident of plane crash and death, and it was caught by unscrupulous traders to maintain a shell, and sold it as a rare item on the black market at a high price, fooling the big fools who don’t know the goods—the smelly sister thought it was because the parallel importers at the base were not mentally strong enough, so they couldn’t start it.

"This should be the last batch of three-core mechas produced by the alliance in the 170th year of the new calendar. Since then, it has entered the era of hyperspace heavy mechas. The technology has been turned upside down, and the old models have been discontinued." Zhanlu's voice echoed in the mecha storage As he spoke, a fluorescent light shot out from the robotic arm and landed on the tail of the mech, "Look, here is the production number."

"All heavy mechs in the alliance have files, and they will be recycled even if they are scrapped. It stands to reason that they shouldn't flow outside." Lin Jingheng looked up at the huge fuselage, "Look through your database and check by the production number. What is going on with this mecha?"

"Sir, I can't find this number in my database. This is a mecha that was not recorded in the book when it was produced."

Lin Jingheng frowned deeply.

Heavy mechas are different from ordinary small mechas. Heavy mechas are the country's most important weapon. The military's management is extremely strict. From production to scrapping, they are as numerous as the stones in the forest of steles behind the alliance parliament. One will never get lost for no reason.

What does this mean?

Lin Jingheng turned around suddenly and strode out.

The one-eyed eagle was waiting for him at the entrance of the private prison, and didn't follow, because he was afraid that he would slip the gun and kill the smelly elder sister. At this time, a layer of cigarette butts had accumulated under his feet, and he was puffing out smoke from his seven orifices.Hearing the footsteps, the one-eyed eagle said without looking back, "What are you going to do?"

"Inspect the material reserves and weapons and equipment, including this base and the two secret warehouses behind him, to confirm whether the combat readiness is sufficient." Lin Jingheng said, "Then I will use the base's hardware to open external communication and positioning, and summon the Silver Ten Guards, the Silver Nine It lost contact at the outskirts of the eight-galaxies, and it should not be far from here. In addition, there is a "Chongsan" below, and the mecha core is seriously damaged. It is just right to install Zhanlu to solve his power consumption problem. We need to find another The mecha master will do an overhaul, and I will go to Lu Bixing."

The one-eyed eagle let out a "huh" and rarely quarreled with him. Following behind Lin Jingheng, he paused and asked suddenly: "Open the external communication, and the coordinates here will be exposed."

"Well, I know," Lin Jingheng said, "Once the combat preparations are checked, they will be transferred to the two secret warehouses in Spencer along the underground channel, and this base will be used as a bait to give Silver Nine a knife."

The one-eyed eagle said, "I didn't mention supplies—what about these people in the base?"

Lin Jingheng didn't turn her head back: "What's none of my business?"

The one-eyed eagle watched his back with a complicated expression: "Being out of the league for five years has not given you any human touch."

Lin Jingheng sneered at him: "Do you want Ares Feng's head, or do you want to play 'Planet Tycoon' in this damn place?"

While talking, the two had already left and came to the gate of the administrative building. At this moment, cheers erupted not far away.Everyone ran in one direction, the unkempt housewives poked their heads out from the dense residential buildings, and the stupid children who were chasing and running around also stretched their necks——

I saw the towering 360-degree rotating screen in the middle of the space station actually "live" again. A transparent black film floated in the artificial atmosphere directly above it to separate the strong light during the day and avoid affecting the image quality. Under the light-shielding film, layers are opened like petals, supporting a three-dimensional image.

It was the opening title of an old movie, the slow motion slowly swept across, the flowers all over the mountains and plains gradually bloomed, a beam of light came in from outside the field of vision, the sound equipment buried in every corner of the space station collectively played a low violin concerto, the speakers were in disrepair for a long time, Some are broken, and some are still lingering, but they are out of tune and mixed together, as if echoing from beyond the distant starry sky. People are silent at first, and then cheered, pouring into the screen under the screen like a festival. Small Square.

The square has long been turned into a temporary dumping point for domestic garbage in the base. It is stinky and inaccessible. People soon began to clean up the garbage spontaneously. The screams and whistles almost overwhelmed the soundtrack of the movie.

For 50 years, they depended on each other in this isolated space station, fearing all day long, never daring to expect any change in their unchanging cramped life.

An old man cried, because although there are tall buildings, artificial blue sky, and fake gravity in the space station, there are no mountains and deep valleys, and there is no year after year of winter and summer. The beauty of those planets is too far away from them. It was so far away that she had already forgotten what the spring breeze blowing over the wet soil was like.

Not far away, Lu Bixing was thrown up by a group of people in rags.

"Don't, don't, just be enthusiastic. I can't bear too much enthusiasm. Everyone, watch movies in a civilized manner!" He hurriedly refused, "That grandpa, don't follow me, get out of the way, I have to smash you to the bone No! Isn’t it just a screen, don’t get excited, we still have a lot of projects to do!”

Lin Jingheng frowned slightly and stopped.

Lu Bixing nimbly got out of the crowd and stepped onto a trash can. He dug out a loudspeaker from nowhere. It might be a product of the age of the earth, covered with ashes from two ages.Lu Bixing bent down and grabbed the stupid student's fighting cock. While the fighting cock looked innocent, he wiped the thumb-sized speaker with his white shirt and paused the movie on the screen.

Given time, Lu Bixing will probably be able to go out and organize a cult—a small trash can, which made him step out of the auditorium of Xinghai Academy.

"Hey, hello," Lu Bixing shook his head, "The sound effect is not good, how many years has it been without maintenance? I will find out the design drawings later, and we will dig out and repair them one by one. Hello everyone, I am your boss, Mr. Spencer, who just picked it up from the sky. Yes, my main job is a teacher, and my side job is a repairman. You can come to me for consultation on everything from the atmosphere of mecha merchant ships to the energy panels of water pipe stoves, except for the plasma energy tower in the sky and the toilets in your home."

The crowd laughed.

The one-eyed eagle sighed, and planned to go through the crowd to call Lu Bixing back.

Lin Jingheng did not move, leaning against the coquettish administrative building, he watched the young man giving a speech on the trash can from a distance.

"This is just the first step." Lu Bixing enthusiastically drew a big cake for the residents of the base, "After the screen is repaired, we can also repair the sound system around the city. After all, entertainment is a major event in life. When everyone can While we’re watching movies and working, we’re doing other big things.”

Someone at the bottom asked, "What's the big deal?"

"First of all, we must sort out the energy system of the base, and strive to provide 24-hour power supply for everyone, so that the Self-Defense Forces can conduct a mecha exercise at any time." Lu Bixing said, "The energy has kept up, and we will re-plan and repair various life in the base. facilities, improve various ecological cycles, and build a planet-level anti-missile defense system..."

Gloria, the capital of the eighth galaxy, does not have an anti-missile system. The country bumpkins in the base were shocked by this huge cowhide. Before Lu Bixing could finish his sentence, the audience roared with laughter.

Someone shouted: "Then we can fight the star robbers and go on an expedition to the eight galaxies?"

"We also want to establish a coalition government and reach the pinnacle of life! Hahaha, then I demand legislation, and the untouchables outside will kneel to me, kiss my stinky feet and lick the soles of my shoes, except for beautiful women."

"Come on down, boy, I still have to watch a movie."

"Could you please fix those junkies from the Self-Defense Force first?"

"No, he said just now that he doesn't fix the toilet."

"Hey boy, how can you discriminate against the toilet, does your ass agree?"

The fighting cock couldn't bear it anymore, relying on his own size, he jumped up from the crowd, and the one with the loudest voice moved his hands. After watching a movie, they were insulted for no reason, and they immediately joined the battle in a rage and became a mess.

Lu Bixing took off the loudspeaker indifferently. He had long been accustomed to the ridicule of the crowd, and sat down on the trash can. He fiddled with the multimedia music library of the base, picked out an old bullfighting song, and gave it to the heroes. To the accompaniment, he whistled along.

Someone next to him handed him a cigarette, which was a cheap cheap product. Lu Bixing turned his head and saw that the person who handed him the cigarette was a young man with a young face and a strong youthful air. He would not be more than 20 years old, but Already wearing the uniform of the Self-Defense Forces.

Lu Bixing happily took it: "Thank you, what's your name?"

"Saturday."

"Is your surname Zhou? You don't see much oriental blood."

"No, I'm an orphan and I don't have a surname. The day they picked me up happened to be Saturday, so they all called me that," the boy shrugged. "Anyway, in the eighth galaxy, the name is not too important."

His forehead is full, his eyes are straight and deep, his lips are thin, and the corners of his mouth are slightly drawn down. Looking at his face, people think that he looks quite "smart", but he is so smart that he is a little arrogant.

Saturday asked: "Aren't you angry that they fought?"

Lu Bixing sighed: "God made me a disaster for being handsome, and I am also very distressed."

"Outsider, you're actually a novelist, right?" said Saturday, "This is your first visit to the dungeon?"

Lu Bixing held his cigarette and turned to look at him.

"The base itself is an abandoned supply station. It is not used by the authorities, so smugglers dare to secretly pick it up and use it," said Saturday. "The energy tower in the sky is also picked up. You have seen a serious space station with a fake sun on it. Is that energy tower an experimental product that was not recovered in the old ephemeris era? It was scattered in eight galaxies and dragged by us to use it as the sun. The base is made out of rubbish, it is no different from the kennels built by homeless people out of cardboard boxes on the side of the road, maybe one day there will be a strong wind and it will be blown up. just kidding."

"'Heaven and Earth' are all picked up by scavengers?" Lu Bixing seemed a little surprised.

Laughed self-deprecatingly on Saturday.

Then Lu Bixing sighed again: "Then you are not similar to the gods of creation in the legend, are you too awesome?"

Saturday was actually a bit speechless.

Lu Bixing laughed and patted him on the shoulder. From a distance, he saw the one-eyed eagle squeezed into the crowd with a grumpy face, and he jumped off the trash can: "My dad is here, maybe he asked me to go to dinner and talk another day, you It’s about the same age as my students, so you can come and listen to my lectures when you have time.”

The one-eyed eagle waved at him with a heavy face: "What about those little burdens in your luggage, leave them alone?"

"It's okay," Lu Bixing said, "They're all senior hooligans, they know how to fight without breaking, let them move around, it's like a physical education class."

The one-eyed eagle had a laser gun stuck in his waistband, and he had a fierce look on his face. The people who gathered to fight automatically avoided him, and quickly made a way for him.

The one-eyed eagle folded its hands behind its back, and was silent for a while: "You knew that Sister Smelly had concealed the news about the Star Bandits."

"Ah."

"When?"

"When we met each other," Lu Bixing threw the cigarette butt into the trash bin a few steps away, "The self-defense team under him is not much better than my students. It seems that they have never touched mechas before. I As soon as you said that he bought a large number of mechs and paid for them in installments, I understood—but I thought you guys were going to stay here for a while, but I didn’t expect Lin to tear himself apart so quickly.”

The one-eyed eagle took a deep look at him: "So you call those cubs out?"

"Bo He's family is on Beijing Star, White's parents are ready to immigrate," Lu Bixing smiled, "Vitas and Xiao Huang are also..."

One-eyed eagle: "Are you afraid that they will get excited and do something?"

"Did you do it?" Lu Bixing glanced at him, "Dad, you will be a top three in the future."

One-eyed Eagle raised his hand and slapped him on the back: "If your student hadn't just left, you might not be able to do without Beijing Star."

The author has something to say: "Planet Tycoon" is a business game in the new ephemeris era. Players can build their own beautiful new world on the bare planet.

Because it is boring, the market is cold, and the game company has closed down ╮(╯▽╰)╭