imperfections

When Lu Bixing heard that the voice was wrong, he had just jumped off the mecha platform, but when he looked back, it was already too late.

He is more than 800 meters away from the nearest mecha, but there is no humanoid mecha core around him that can overturn the base at any time. After searching all over his body, there is only a curved-handled spatula!

And Huang Jingshu was on the platform of the mecha. She just stumbled and tried to hang up the spirit net. The matching rate reached 53%.She gritted her teeth, calmed down, and worked very hard to adapt to the perspective of the mecha. Unexpectedly, she just successfully turned into the perspective of the mecha, and saw this scene head-on, which scared her almost to disconnect from the spirit network.

From the time when Lu Bixing and the others knocked on the pot, idlers in the base gathered outside the mecha station, poking their heads and watching, witnessing the sudden accident together. There were screams and exclamations everywhere, and there was a former man with a serious psychological disorder. The self-defense team grabbed the railing: "Mechas are not something ordinary people can drive, I told you! Why don't you believe me!"

Lu Bixing ignored him, turned his head and ran to the nearest mecha, and at the same time called out the authority of the base, trying to forcibly close the acceleration track with external force.

But even if the acceleration is stopped, the huge inertia of the mech is still not braked by the weak friction force. The acceleration orbit roars and changes, and it rises as straight as possible, avoiding the cooling tower and the floating power station dangerously. Fierce sparks burst out.

For 800 meters, without using any tools, the world record for men's scud is close to one and a half minutes, and one and a half minutes is enough for a mecha to break through the thin artificial atmosphere of the base.

Lu Bixing remotely opened the contact station and shouted at the out-of-control driver: "Control your mental net!"

However, the driver had already lost consciousness under the strong stimulation, and the white foam he spit out almost choked him, the man-machine matching ratio quickly dropped below 50%, and the mental network link was suddenly disconnected.

The closed acceleration track couldn't dissipate heat, and it was obviously overheated, and the alarms of the entire mecha station were ringing.

And the worst thing is that at the same time, other mechas connected to each other by the intranet and the contact station also saw the scene on the ground, and the panic quickly spread from the ground to the sky, and some mecha pilots were not psychologically qualified , the man-machine compatibility of many mechas also began to fluctuate.

In the blink of an eye, three or four people have already been disconnected from their mental net, and the protective net that has just been formed is about to be riddled with holes, and the fear is still spreading——

The one-eyed eagle scolded "mud can't support the wall", sinking his consciousness into the mental net, gritting his teeth and trying to fill the gap. He was originally carrying eight unmanned mechs, and as the burden continued to increase, he soon faintly appeared It is a sign of mental overload - the mental network of the small mech is not like Zhanlu, it does not have such a wide coverage area, even if he is forced to overload his mental power, he can only manage problems in a small area nearby, no matter how far away It's beyond his reach.

At this time, Saturday's voice suddenly came from the communication intranet.

Saturday: "Leave it to me!"

The one-eyed eagle felt that blood was coming out of his gums, and he opened his mouth to breathe out the smell of blood: "Can you do it?"

Saturday: "No, what else can I do!"

During the holidays, he yelled out with his conch voice that he could hardly make a sound: "Mom!"

The one-eyed eagle was stunned: "What kind of lucky charm is this?"

When constructing the mecha defense cover, Lu Bixing considered emergencies. He first counted the number of experienced drivers, and then divided these people according to the coverage of the mecha spirit network, just for the sake of safety. Once someone drops offline suddenly, they can take care of the people around them—the one-eyed eagle listened to him and thought he was nonsense, because these so-called "more experienced" were the patrols they met when they first came to the base The level of the team, I am thankful that I am not disconnected, and I expect them to take care of others?

Who knew that there were so many problems before the protective cover was built, so it really had to be done like this!

On the ground, the acceleration track has been pulled to the extreme, and Lu Bixing caught a glimpse of Huang Jingshu's mech parked outside the track: "Little Huang!"

His voice followed the communicator directly and hit Huang Jingshu's ear, and the girl shuddered.

Lu Bixing: "You have learned this before!"

Yes, at that time on Zhanlu's spiritual network, Lin had personally led them to experience how to extend and spread the spiritual network, and how to invade the opponent's mecha where the spiritual network overlaps.

But... how is that possible?

Half an hour ago, she thought she was going to be a human mascot and was dragged into the sky by Lu Bixing.

Now he let her drag an out-of-control mech alone?

Sometimes, a second may be infinitely long. In an instant, Huang Jingshu's thoughts circled the eight galaxies three times, lingering in countless legendary places of miracles, trying to find the truth that "people can create miracles" evidence.But the vast and boundless interstellar alliance, the insurmountable Garden of Eden, the interstellar waterways extending in all directions, and the indescribable beauty beyond her imagination... They are all too far away for her, a little girl with empty brain disease living in eight galaxies , Too unreal, there is no way to give her any power.

One side of the out-of-control mecha has gone off track, Huang Jingshu followed it with her eyes narrowed to only a small strip, as if everything in the world had disappeared except her and the out-of-control mecha.

She heard her heartbeat, heard her rapid breathing, and repeatedly gave futile orders to her recalcitrant mech. A desperate thought broke out, and she thought: "I can't do it."

However, at the moment when the out-of-control mecha began to roll over, the mental net that had been rejecting her finally moved hesitantly and slowly, as if some switch had been accidentally hit, and the mental net was suddenly rolled out.

It should be said to be luck.

Or maybe, every turning point of fate in the world is accompanied by this bit of luck somewhere.

In the sea of ​​time and space, from light to the universe, to the folded quantum and the joys and sorrows of the mortal world, all are accompanied by cold probability. Those dice keep spinning in fate, and keep running to the next unknowable direction.

Huang Jingshu took a deep breath, she suddenly caught the docking port of the out-of-control mech on the stretched mental net, she rushed up decisively and with all her strength, just like she did not hesitate to hit the spider's head with a wine bottle back then , the whole person seemed to be split in two, and the pressure on her from the spiritual network suddenly doubled, but at the same time, she successfully invaded the other party's spiritual network!

She is like someone who was washed away by the flood and caught a handful of thorns on the mountain wall on the way. In this case, she has no time to think about whether it hurts or whether she is afraid. Live what she can hold.

"Stop," she thought.

The out-of-control mecha continued to tilt down with her out-of-control consciousness, ignoring the girl's weak voice.

"Stop! Stop for me!"

At this time, some of the surrounding base residents suddenly followed up and said, "Stop!"

They yelled like this, the first sound was a bit messy, but the second sound became a scale, people's voices joined in like a river flowing into the sea: "Stop!"

The out-of-control mecha has been tilted by more than 45 degrees, and it is about to turn over. However, the strange thing is that the panicked crowd seemed to find a unified voice. No one screamed or ran around anymore. They all said in unison: " stop!"

In the nick of time, Lu Bixing finally touched the mecha, and at the same time, the reverse braking function of the out-of-control mecha was successfully activated, billowing smoke and dust spewed out from the crooked side, and it was slowly pushed up!

The mental net released by Lu Bixing immediately covered it, and the man-machine match between Huang Jingshu and the out-of-control mech dangerously stopped at 50%. Lu Bixing entered along the gap, in order not to squeeze out the girl's fragile consciousness and hurt her, His operation was so fine and subtle that he just happened to stop his match at 50%, and then used this delicate balance to drag the out-of-control mecha, making it stop on the edge of the acceleration track.

Only then did he very softly say to Huang Jingshu on the intranet: "Girl, withdraw slowly, take it easy, don't be nervous, you are the most talented student I have ever met."

Huang Jingshu instinctively followed his instructions, and slowly retracted the mental net she had spread out. Only then did she realize that at the thrilling moment just now, her sharply rising blood pressure burst the capillaries, and the nosebleeds had already flowed into her mouth .

Cheers mixed with tears erupted from the crowd.

At the same time, dozens of regular members of the Self-Defense Force in the sky, like the steel bars of the entire protective cover, carried the comrades around who had lost their chains.

It seems that there is really a dead ghost's mother's spirit in heaven to bless her.

After 10 minutes, Lu Bixing readjusted the acceleration track, carried the damaged mecha and the injured to the infirmary, and let Huang Jingshu go first, and then he took the other nine unmanned mechas onto the track, Arranged on the coordinates in turn.

The moment the three hundred mechas docked, it seemed to form a closed loop.All the ports seem to be connected together, and the spirit network is actually communicating with each other!

Originally, everyone seemed to be carrying a heavy stone on their shoulders, and they were struggling to walk. At this moment, these stones became a slab and fell evenly on everyone. Everyone was freed from the unsustainable spiritual net!

It took a while on Saturday to recover, and asked aloud: "This is what you pretended to be last night... What is this?"

Lu Bixing's voice didn't go through the intranet, didn't go through the ground contact center, but directly rang in his ear through the spiritual network: "This is called 'Iron Cable', and it is realized by port resonance, which is similar to the principle of remote control of mechs. However, it is rarely used in actual combat, and is generally seen in honor guard performances."

"Why?" White asked with an exploratory spirit, "If everyone is connected like this in actual combat, wouldn't it be very convenient to resist the opponent's invasion?"

Lu Bixing laughed: "Everyone saves effort, but everyone's control over the spirit network is also decreasing. You drive your own and bump into each other. So many people drive so many mechas, don't you want to mess up? Say Come to think of it, does our school place too much emphasis on theory and despise literature, why, haven’t you heard the story of the ‘burning company’?”

The fighting cock asked: "What is the fire burning?"

Lu Bixing sighed: "I haven't heard of Huoshao Company, but you must have heard of the story of the guards of Prince Gloria attacking the guard of honor on the outskirts of the third galaxy a few years ago...Old Lu, don't get excited, I'm just talking about the facts, I Didn't mention him!"

The crowd laughed.

Someone yelled in the spirit net: "Mr. Lu, is your school still recruiting?"

"Mr. Lu, do over-age students want it? Although I am one hundred and two years old, I am still young at heart."

"Mr. Lu, can I choose the subjects of the entrance examination by myself? I still can't read all the characters of the league. Please let me take the physical education exam."

"Teacher Lu..."

The brilliant white light of the protective cover swept across the atmosphere like fish scales. When the people at the base looked up, they could see the original blue sky and sunlight being refracted by the additional protective cover, forming one flowing rainbow after another, flying from the sky like a kite. Skimming, or going back and forth.

Several surveillance cameras at the mech station devoted themselves to their duties and sent the images to Lin Jingheng who was on the way back. He stopped writing at some point, watching the base silently, watching them organize the mech shield in a dangerous manner, Until the crude protective cover was formed, the people on the ground were jumping and jumping like a festival.

Zhanlu caught the gap between the two pieces of music in his earphones, and said something right in the gap. He asked, "Sir, are you laughing?"

"You read it wrong." Lin Jingheng withdrew his gaze expressionlessly, and glanced at the coordinates where the mecha Beijing was located. At this moment, he glanced at the energy fluctuation graph next to the coordinates.

It was a small map the size of a palm, monitoring the gravitational force and cosmic rays in the surrounding environment in real time, drawing a complex map for computer analysis.

Lin Jingheng has lived to this age, and spent most of his life in combat mechs. He glanced at the shape of the energy wave diagram, and suddenly had an inexplicable intuition: "Zhan Lu, cover Beijing's spiritual network, and then put Turn your scanning range to maximum."

"Yes," Zhanlu said, and reported after a while, "There is no abnormality within the scanning radius."

Lin Jingheng: "Use the nearest six transition points to expand the scanning radius."

Zhanlu reminded: "Sir, remote scanning consumes a lot of electricity, our energy is not..."

Lin Jingheng: "Sweep."

Zhan Lu passed through the transition point in response, and his limited vision immediately expanded to endless time and space. At the same time, Mecha Beijing felt that a large part of his energy reserves had evaporated out of thin air, and sounded an alarm in dissatisfaction.

The next moment, a group of silhouettes were suddenly locked by Zhan Lu, and Lin Jingheng's gaze was suddenly focused—it was a ghostly mecha team, with a heavy armor as the core, and at least hundreds of mechas around, fast and silent Gliding past Zhanlu's somewhat blurred vision, well-trained, the Jolly Roger of Prince Gloria's Guards was emblazoned on the belly of each mecha.

"Sir," Zhan Lu quickly assessed the opponent's combat power, "They have formed a medium-sized mechanical team, armed with live ammunition, as if trying to search for an underground channel that slipped through the net."

A medium-sized mechanical team, if it is in the alliance, needs to be led by a major general or above.

It can destroy the Beijing β star within a few minutes.

"Egret is located in a remote location, and it is often the junction of various underground waterways. They blew up Egret, probably because they wanted to clean up the underground waterway." Lin Jingheng said in a low voice, "The other party's navigation direction is close to the underground waterway of the base."

Lin Jingheng is currently on the base's underground waterway, and he can already connect to the base's internal network at this position, which means that if the pirates go a little further, the internal network will enter their detection range.

Those idiots who are still celebrating the mecha sky without knowing it will be exposed to the pirates.

They cannot be allowed to go any further.

Lin Jingheng got up suddenly, stretched out his hand, and the half-finished military survey map was laid out in front of him. His fingers quickly passed over several transition points, and the data of countless simulated routes jumped out. He completed the route within ten seconds. After screening, he turned his head and told Zhanlu: "Prepare for the leap."

"Sir," Zhan Lu said quietly, "the last backup energy source has less than 60% of its power left, more than half of the power system is damaged, and the defense system is almost disabled. This time the mission is a surveying and mapping mission. It is only equipped with three missiles and six particle cannons—you have already used one of the three missiles—do you want to single out the entire pirate team with a pile of scrap metal? I hope you will consider other options.”

Lin Jingheng turned to look at the surveillance screen.

It's just a stream of high-energy particles. In his opinion, it's stronger than the eighth sun's solar storm. It really made these people work together to resist natural disasters and man-made disasters.

They have no household registration, no identity, they are thieves and smugglers, even in the garbage-heaped eighth galaxy, they are not worth mentioning.

Perhaps for these wastes, getting together three hundred mechas to go to the sky is already an unimaginable great achievement in their lifetime.

Under the surveillance camera, a few children chased and ran to the front of the administrative building, screaming and setting off a handful of homemade fireworks, unaware that the boss of the base, Sister Smelly, was squatting in the underground prison next door, heartlessly Playing around.

Lin Jingheng exhaled from his nose, as if letting out a soft mocking sound.

Then he repeated word by word: "Prepare, prepare, jump, move."