imperfections

"Zhanlu, the spirit net covers the entire base. After 3 minutes, I want to see the 'panorama', including all natural and unnatural energy reactions."

"Yes, sir."

"Control the monitoring authority, check the basic communication, close all the computer ports, synchronize the panorama to everyone's terminal after it comes out, check the base in six groups, and file all the equipment, the base code—" Lin Jingheng wiped his hands clean and glanced After passing the dry base on Venus, the voice paused slightly, "It is tentatively designated as 'SPMF1', referred to as Base [-]."

Even if he code-named the base "Chihuahua", the old men from the Silver Fortress did not dare to question it. Only Zhanlu dared not to talk about politics and spoke uprightly. He opened his mouth and said: "Sir, according to the rules of the alliance, the initials of land military base Not an 'S', and..."

Lin Jingheng pointed at him: "Panorama!"

Zhanlu, as a very powerful artificial intelligence, as long as he has electricity, he can use it with all his heart, and his nagging will not delay his scanning. As soon as Lin Jingheng finished speaking, there was a soft "hum" from Zhongsan, and the huge three-dimensional panorama Miniatures are laid in the void, dense data jumps around, and at the same time, a more miniature version is transmitted to everyone's personal terminal.

And Zhanlu also insisted on finishing his words: "...the codename 'SPMF1' has been taken up by the Alliance Silver Fortress."

Lin Jingheng got the panorama and was quite satisfied, so she didn't get angry, but replied calmly: "Fuck the league rules."

The members of the Anti-Ukraine Society who were engaged in cult activities were caught off guard and quickly disarmed in front of Baiyinwei. Under the cover of Zhanlu's spiritual net, they could not even hide a needle on their bodies, and they were cleared out one by one by the mech vehicle unarmed. Like construction waste dug up by a demolition forklift.

These people danced like demons in retro fashion, and they dressed in all kinds of clothes, which were quite indecent. Lin Jingheng glanced at them, as if they had entered a performance art fair.

Only one of the middle-aged men was so handsome that he stood out from the crowd. Fortunately, General Lin's eyes stopped on him for a moment.

This person should not be some kind of "prophet" leader, because when he was quietly mingled in the crowd and was dragged away by the mech vehicle, the others didn't show anything special.

Looking at his face, he should be more than 200 years old. The corners of his eyes are covered with crow's feet. His eyes are cloudy and calm. His eyes seem to be looking out of a deep well. His hair is cut short and his temples are gray. He is wearing a fitted linen trench coat. Hanging those incomprehensible bits and pieces, the soft coat was rolled up by the breeze, and he was tied up by a mechanical arm of the mech vehicle and pushed forward, hanging straight in the air, without looking embarrassed.

When passing by Lin Jingheng, the man suddenly called out Lin Jingheng's identity: "General Lin."

Lin Jingheng paused, and the mecha stopped immediately, and the mechanical arm was raised high. Inside the car, the muzzle of a laser gun stretched out and pressed against the man's temple, warning him not to talk nonsense.

Lin Jingheng narrowed her eyes slightly: "What did you call me?"

The man said politely: "General Lin Jingheng, I have seen your photos and videos before, and I am familiar with your appearance. Let me introduce myself, my Christian name is 'Hope', and I am an unknown person in the Anti-Uganda Society. It is my honor Meet real people."

"Nobody" should be true, otherwise he wouldn't have been sent to follow the psycho of Ares Feng. After all, the main force of the Anti-Ukraine Society is busy subverting other galaxies.

"I introduced myself in detail to your boss, Ares Feng. Looking at his expression, he thought that I was an impostor and a fraudster. You think I am Lin Jingheng just because of my face?" Lin Jingheng rushed to the mecha. The car stretched out one hand and pressed it down in the air. Hope of the Anti-Uganda Society was put down by the mechanical hand, "The news of the death of 'Lin Jingheng' was announced by the Garden of Eden. Have you not heard of it?"

Hope landed on both feet and staggered half a step under the rough mechanical hand, but there was no sullen expression on his face. Instead, he nodded to the cockpit of the mech car to thank: "I've heard about this, but I don't think you I'm just a fan of plastic surgery. When you took over here, it should be that Ares Feng has already wiped out the entire army? To tell you the truth, Prince Gloria is too paranoid and very difficult to control. Vice... Defiled the body of nature. Many people in the organization complained about him, but in the end they decided to support him because of his madness and military talent. Over the years, he has organized many attacks against the alliance, Be cautious and have rich combat experience, not just anyone can fight him."

When Hope said this, he raised his eyes boldly and met Lin Jingheng's gaze.

Presumably, General Lin's eyes did not have the legendary "bad spirit". Anyway, this middle-aged man who practiced a cult was not afraid of him. Staring into Lin Jingheng's eyes, he said word by word: "The Garden of Eden is not omnipotent." , isn't that right, General Lin?"

Lin Jingheng curled his lips noncommittally: "It's possible."

"Nothing is omnipotent," Hope said to him in a low voice, "including human beings. Since ancient times, Homo sapiens has conquered the food chain, the environment, the earth, the solar system bit by bit, and now the eight major galaxies, time, dimension, and space. ...Almost all undomesticated animals have been extinct by human activities, and then reshaped from genetic fragments. In the alliance, all natural phenomena are controlled by humans. The omnipotent god is too arrogant—General Lin, what do you think will be the next enemy of such a Homo sapiens?"

Lin Jingheng was very surprised, because she had never seen such a daring psychopath who dared to preach to him after being captured!

He himself was too lazy to say much, after hearing this nonsense, he didn't even give a sneer, and turned around to leave with a blank expression.

"General Lin, do you know? In ancient times, when the stupid Homo sapiens established the first city-state, they voluntarily gave up their physical freedom and bound themselves within high walls. The limited and worthless real estate and land inside the wall have been exhausted all their lives, life and death, like voodoo locked in a jar—these voodoo worms have grown up, and their descendants will continue to work hard, and then voluntarily give up the 'freedom of spirit and thought', Abandoning the 'freedom of the five senses and six senses', they built the so-called 'Internet', using data to clearly see everyone's words and deeds, the ins and outs, and everyone's thoughts are submerged in the flow of data with ulterior motives. Brainwashing and being irresistibly led in a predetermined direction is already quite dangerous, but you actually built the Garden of Eden again! You voluntarily gave up the freedom of your soul!" Hope loudly said behind him, "General Lin, the Garden of Eden is just the beginning. One step, it's our turn to give up what? The alliance has neither freedom nor equality, this is human beings deceiving themselves! This species will perish itself sooner or later!"

Lin Jingheng kept walking.

"Get enlightened." Hope sighed, and the driver in the mecha quickly dragged him away knowingly. Hope was tied to the mechanical arm and stood against the wind. The man stared straight ahead, looking like a savior who was about to be martyred. After hearing his words, many captured anti-University activists were moved. "The people were all quiet, some burst into tears, and some murmured "enlightenment" after Hope.

They said, "Be enlightened, my brothers and compatriots, and nature will bless you."

The tiny human voices gathered together like a torrent, and swept away with the wind.

Lu Bixing arrived at Venus two days later, because the technical system of the Anti-Ukraine Association and the alliance are different, even the model of the mecha energy interface is different. Simply put, the charger does not match, and engineers need to solve it.

Lin Jingheng is having a meeting in the newly occupied tower of the base. The conference room is on the fourth floor, and the side facing the mecha transceiver station is entirely covered with spherical floor-to-ceiling windows, with a wide view.The Quartermaster of the Ninth Guard of Silver reported the channel plan for obtaining combat readiness in the next step. Lin Jingheng didn't say a word, frowning as he listened, his face made everyone tremble with fear.

At this moment, when the mecha entered the station, the huge noise penetrated the noise-proof membrane of the meeting room and spread to the room, like a faint sigh. After A docked, the hatch opened, and a circus ran out from inside!

The heroes of the "Eighth Galaxy Self-Defense Force" rolled out chattering. Some of them may have never been on a planet in their life. They were overly excited, jumping vigorously, raising their hands to the sky and screaming... There are also poo Lie down on the ground with your buttocks to study the soil.

The chilling and rigorous atmosphere in the freshly released "No. [-] Base" has been destroyed to nothing.

Lin Jingheng: "..."

Seeing that his tangled brows were about to form a knot, the quartermaster shut his mouth embarrassingly.

When everyone was almost down, Lu Bixing walked down slowly, wondering if the Baiyinwei who sent a text message back had written the wrong information, this person didn't look like he was here for work, he looked like he was here for vacation.He put on a very avant-garde long windbreaker, stepped on a pair of leather shoes between casual and serious, and a slim shirt close to the waistline, with a flirty little stand-up collar on it, and a pair of sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. The silly big gamecock carried the bag for him.

The other three students and a fierce one-eyed eagle, like a group of bodyguards driving around the young master, escorting the young master to the Fashion Week show.

Lu Bixing looked here and there for a while, not sure if it was a telescope on the sunglasses or something, but after a long distance, he fixed his eyes on the meeting room, grinning and showing his white teeth, and waved to the meeting room.

The quartermaster looked at Lin Jingheng and saw that although his frown was not loosened, the tip of his eyebrows was raised slightly, and the corners of his mouth were flattened with a smile, so he tentatively "meowed": "...then I Continue to talk about the future development trend of plan two?"

Lin Jingheng lowered her eyes, and finally said: "It's not reliable, let's talk about the next one, and focus on the key points, and be brief."

Although it is a negative opinion, it is an opinion anyway. The quartermaster who is with the king like a tiger finally got a clear instruction, almost tears filled his eyes, and the reporting efficiency was more than three times higher.

By the time this meeting was over, Lu Bixing had already used an electromagnetic configurator to solve the problem of the mismatch between the mecha and the base.

"It turns out that the eighth galaxy is a smuggling concentration camp. I have seen all kinds of weird mechas. You know that many private mecha designers cooperate with black workshops. They are very casual. They don't care whether your alliance standard or interstellar standard. Depending on your own mood, the mechas are made, and they look good in performance, and some of them fall down and can’t even connect to the track.” Lu Bixing held an electronic pen, rolled up his sleeves, and talked eloquently in the mecha station, “So I My suggestion is that if you are uncertain about the source of your mechs and weapons in the future, it is best to build a 'protocol platform', all ports are set to active, and can be customized and adjusted."

Turan next to him was stunned when he heard this: "Is this a big project? How long will it take?"

"It won't be long for me to do it. You can lend me the mecha maintenance team of Silver Nine for a week." Lu Bixing stretched out his hand, and the electronic pen turned into a light spot in his palm, and returned to the personal pen on his wrist. Terminal, "My dad used to remodel the mecha warehouse on Gloria Star."

Turan had never seen this kind of folk scientist from Yeluzi, and he was shocked: "Just... just this conversion plug..."

"It's an electromagnetic configurator."

"...What is love? If it was placed in the former Silver Fortress, first the waste engineers of Silver Three would have to gather together for a meeting and discuss it all afternoon. Special personnel would sort out the minutes of the meeting. The chief, the military supply management office, and the secretariat are approved by three levels, and sent to the boss, and the boss has passed a large number, and Bai Yinsan can take the approval document to go to the funding approval and report to the Military Commission, and it will take three days to break his leg." Turan was very moved. Hold his hand tightly, "Three days, I was solved by you in 5 minutes, Mr. Lu, it's really amazing to be handsome!"

Lin Jingheng said coolly: "Okay, when the communication is restored in the future, you will be responsible for notifying Bai Yinsan and making them commit suicide on the spot."

Turan hurriedly let go and stood at attention.

Lin Jingheng said pickily, "Captain Turan Guard, you are very familiar with the procedure, so tell me, when did I tell you to bring the messy trash from the base?"

A huge black pot was pinned on Turan's head, and she felt that she had wronged Eight Galaxy: "I..."

"It's me, it's me." Lu Bixing quickly pushed the sunglasses over his head, "I asked them to help, they were very useful on Saturdays, and after going to the battlefield, I don't want to go back to the days when I didn't know what to do. The self-defense force reorganized Once, they want to be your non-member team in the future, and the elites belong to the elites. In such a large eight-star system, even if all the ten silver guards come, they can’t take care of it. A new team must be cultivated.”

Lin Jingheng didn't say anything after listening, pretending that nothing happened just now, checked the mecha station transformed by Lu Bixing, and hurried back and forth.

Lu Bixing poked Turan with his elbow, and asked in a low voice, "What does your engineer with the army want to do, and the general needs to approve it?"

Turan half-deadly said: "Yes, the Alliance Military Commission is very bureaucratic. Many eyes are on the Silver Fortress. The internal procedures can't be completed. If you get it to the Military Commission, you will be beaten back. There are so many eyes on it, and the general can't help it. "

Lin Jingheng sometimes intentionally disgusts the Military Commission. When approval comes to him, he doesn’t even write a single “agree” and just draws a punctuation mark—a period means approval and approval, a question mark means that the plan should be further refined, and an exclamation point means to go back and redo it. The cross represents "You are stupid X".

Turan complained: "There is no degree of freedom at all, and the second-hand technicians of Baiyinsan have too many ideas, so that the captain of the three guards carried a bundle of approval documents every day, drove the general around, and was humiliated by him every day. Grow in his personal terminal."

Lu Bixing: "Great!"

Ye Luzi’s military engineers don’t need to hold meetings or discuss with anyone. There are only four students who take notes by their side. In just one afternoon, they finished the plan of the “protocol platform” project. Lu Bixing raised his invisible tail After a day, I couldn't wait to run to General Lin, begging for humiliation.

The "report" took longer than he had planned, but Lin Jingheng neither humiliated him nor dismissed him with a single punctuation mark, and listened to his ramblings in silence, yet still managed to learn from these three papers without donkeys. I extracted the key points, asked two or three questions, and then nodded: "Yes, try to do it first, and then talk about it if you have any problems."

Lu Bixing stood up, before he could take off his sunglasses, he put them on his carefully crafted hairstyle.He put his hands on Lin Jingheng's desk and smiled at him.

A little ominous premonition emerged in Lin Jingheng's heart.

"It's past dinner time," Lu Bixing said, "It's hard to land, do you still take nutrition cream?"

Lin Jingheng sighed through his nose, feeling that although Engineer Yeluzi could support a team by himself, he was indeed terribly squeamish and difficult to support, so he reached out and pressed his hand on the personal terminal, intending to recruit logistics robots to serve the young master.

"Don't bother, artificial intelligence also has human rights," Lu Bixing grabbed his wrist, "General, the nearest big city here is only [-] kilometers away from Venus, let's go out to eat."