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With a "beep", the door of Qixing's underground cell suddenly opened, and the glare of the mecha came in. The hard military boots of the captain of the Turan guard knocked on the ground. , quickly checked the photo of Hope on the personal terminal, and locked the target. Seeing that Hope was the center, a circle of prisoners stretched their necks, listening to him with bated breath, and Turan narrowed his eyes slightly. , covering the coldness in the eyes.

Then she waved her hand politely and ordered the bright light to be turned off.With a smile on his face, like a polite female secretary, clasping his hands in front of his body, he walked over and asked softly, "Excuse me, are you Mr. Hope?"

The middle-aged man with gray temples looked at her and stood up neither humble nor humble: "It's me."

"No malice, Mr. Hope, that's it. We found the person you rescued, but now the problem is a bit complicated, and it may be spreading here..." Turan seemed to have no choice but to speak vaguely in front of a room of prisoners who eavesdropped on her. The voice was soft and urgent, like a little girl who was too anxious to speak clearly, she begged softly, "The patient mentioned your name, can I ask you for a favor?"

Hope was taken aback, as if he immediately realized what "problem" and "diffusion" referred to: "Why? Does your ministry not have such a standing antibody?"

Turan bit his lip, full of unspeakable secrets, and bowed his head in a low voice: "Please help us, civilians are innocent."

Although Hope didn't know why, he hurriedly waved his hands at everyone, and politely adjusted his clothes: "Okay, no problem, I don't know much, please just order, I brought them after all."

At the same time, Saturday strode into the barracks where the Self-Defense Forces were stationed, and the shrill whistle woke everyone up.

"Assemble!" He gasped for breath, "Get up, put on the isolation suit, and follow me!"

Galaxy City has entered a long late night, and the small base on the edge of the eighth galaxy has just dusk, and the eighth galaxy self-defense force's administrative building, the weasel who stayed behind just closed the team, and suddenly heard the sound equipment in the entire block start to "squeak" He raised his head suspiciously, and saw a few flashes on the lotus-shaped multimedia screen, and then Foucault's face appeared on it.

"Brothers and sisters," she yelled out a lot of lights, people poked their heads out of the window and looked at the woman on the three-dimensional screen, "brothers and brothers, we are the Eighth Galaxy Self-Defense Force, and the eighth galaxy is us Our homeland, we still stay here at the worst moment, now, it is time to ask you to stand up for the eight galaxies again."

Zhanlu unloaded from Chongsan, turned into a human form, carried a huge supercomputer processor, passed through the space field, and landed precisely at the door of the basement of the isolated factory. A row of virtual screens lined up behind him. Zhan Lu was unusually nonchalant: "Sir, Principal Lu, you have linked to the Yinhe city intranet and registered your personal terminal database, please give me the next step instructions."

"Preventing the spread of the virus is the most important task at this stage," Lu Bixing remotely contacted the rushing Self-Defense Forces and Baiyinjiu, "Everyone, everything we are doing now may be nothing but a false alarm, but if there is any omission , is likely to be fatal, don't challenge the pervasiveness of the virus."

As he said, countless small red dots representing personal terminals flashed on Zhanlu's virtual screen, and all the areas that the virus carrier Webster passed through within 48 hours were checked, and the small red dots became one after another over time. The entangled red thread dazzles the eyes, and the real-time map of the city and the neighborhood flashes back in time and space. Zhanlu's processor is extremely powerful, and this bit of data is nothing to worry about. Every target that is successfully positioned will be synchronized all night long. In the hands of the sleepless Self-Defense Forces or the Silver Ninth Guard, teams of soldiers wearing isolation suits came to the alleys where mech vehicles could not enter, searching for possible contacts, and the invisible enemy's blade hung high.

On the other side of the underground warehouse, the patients had already fallen asleep, and even William Yu couldn't hold on, and lay down in the medical cabin. Although the medical cabin was helpless against the rainbow virus, it still devoted itself to injecting the last impetus into their lives. .

Screaming crows fell from the night sky, and were immediately scooped up by anti-epidemic robots conscripted from the Yinhe City Hospital. A row of disinfection vehicles set off from the old factory, continuously spraying disinfection reagents.

Turan hurriedly dragged Hope out of the cell, and the temporary head of the disinfection team connected to her personal terminal: "Captain, the disinfectant is expected to run out within an hour, and it is currently impossible to confirm whether traditional disinfectants can kill The mutant rainbow virus, please instruct as soon as possible—"

Hope was taken aback: "What did he say? Has the rainbow virus mutated?"

Turan took a deep breath, the morning night was as cold as water, and it hurt her hectic lungs.

"My general," she thought, "When did the Silver Ninth Guard do this kind of logistical work? It's not professional! All medical supplies were collected—except for the hospitals that were about to close down in Galaxy City and several surrounding cities. Where else can I recruit?"

In the eighth galaxy, she is not familiar with the place, her eyes are darkened, and in the contemporary era where the medical cabin is enough to deal with most injuries, the Silver Ninth Guard does not have its own professional team doctor in order to streamline its personnel. It's a medical cabin, no one can interpret this mutant rainbow virus, what is the use of the medical cabin besides turning on the red light and feeding nutrient solution.

At this moment, there was a sudden noise ahead, and a girl's voice came over: "Captain!"

When Turan looked up, he saw Mint running towards her out of breath: "Captain...Uncle One-Eyed Eagle...I...we can't stop him..."

The next moment, gunshots sounded not far away, Mint trembled fiercely, and all the silver guards raised their guns, pointing at the menacing one-eyed eagle.

Mint exclaimed: "Don't do it!"

Since Baiyinjiu airborne, Cyclops hasn't shown much in front of people, except that he always chases and intercepts Lu Bixing like a hen mother, and doesn't let him circle around Lin Jingheng. He is like a grumpy retired old cat with an unhappy face Find a corner to squat, don't care about the outside world, even if you are desperate, you don't bother to stretch your claws to scratch people two feet away.

And it wasn't until this moment that Turan suddenly realized that this man had grown up under the high-handed and tyrannical rule of Prince Gloria, had experienced wars, and had licked blood on the tip of a knife.

The one-eyed eagle's chest was pressed against the muzzle of Baiyin Jiu's gun, he turned a blind eye to it, and rushed in without stopping.

Turan shouted sharply: "What are you doing, put down your guns!"

The soldiers of the Silver Ninth Guard stood at attention collectively, put away their laser guns, and placed the one-eyed eagle in front of her.

The one-eyed eagle's eyes were full of blood, and he rushed to Turan with a gun, and asked her, "Where is that bastard Lin Jingheng?"

Turan glanced at his expression, and said in his heart that if there is trouble today, he will be beaten for the boss.

"The general and Principal Lu are isolated there," Turan said carefully, "I will explain this to you..."

The one-eyed eagle "clicked" and pulled down the safety of the laser gun.

Turan shut his mouth, hoping that the one-eyed eagle would see her as a beautiful girl and not hit her in the face.

But unexpectedly, Cyclops didn't do anything, just put the laser gun back on his waist, and asked her, "What do you want?"

Turan: "..."

She suspected for a moment that something was wrong with her ears.

"I'm asking you, what do you want?" One-eyed Eagle raised his voice impatiently, "Lin Jingheng really thinks that he has figured out where the door of the eight-galaxy is open after staying here for five years? Medical equipment, Materials, people who can manipulate viruses, can you get them, huh?"

Turan almost knelt down and called Dad: "Yes! I want everything! I want as much as I want!"

The one-eyed eagle snorted heavily: "Give it to me!"

Turan said cheerfully: "All the owners of the three ships and four ships in a row, all follow him. From now on, fully follow Mr. Lu's command. You can do whatever he asks you to do, and you don't need to ask me for instructions!"

The one-eyed eagle turned and left.

Turan quickly said, "Wait, Mr. Lu, you don't have to worry..."

The one-eyed eagle paused, looked back at her with strange-colored pupils, and said word by word: "If something happens to him, Lin Jingheng can't afford it, and you generals know it well. Ming, I'm not worried."

The Silver Ninth Guard moved swiftly, and soon, the two teams of small mechs in full outfit flew to the stagnant Eighth Galaxy following a famous gangster from the Eighth Galaxy.

In addition to the bombed Gloria star, Beijing β star, and Egret star, there are many dim planets here, and many dim people. They live in the cracks like walking dead, and when they smell the storm, they tuck their tails. Anxiously counting the sunrise and sunset.But the one-eyed eagle knew that this place hadn't been so hopeless from the beginning.

Many people once thought of becoming heroes, but later they got used to the fate of heroes, and then they became arms smugglers, mediocre interstellar civil servants, and insensitive gangsters on various planets.

From 140 to [-] in the new ephemeris calendar, [-] years have passed, and the vicissitudes of life have changed. Stars in the asteroid belt were born, and then disappeared.

They and this galaxy are old.

The one-eyed eagle cast its gaze along the spirit net.

He thought, "Can I ask you to help me one more time?"

"The experimental material of the mutated rainbow virus should have been destroyed by us unintentionally. Traditional antibodies can't work, and the effects of traditional disinfection, inactivation and blocking are unknown," Turan said quickly to Hope, "It's time to say sorry now. It's too late, we really don't have medical research and development capabilities, and we can only hope for the backup of the culprit. If we can't find the archives of the new rainbow virus, if the mutant virus spreads a little under the circumstances that we don't understand the characteristics, Venus A population of 18 billion is over!"

Hope's face was serious: "I'm sorry, I didn't think carefully. I didn't expect the rainbow virus to be a variant. These people are simply crazy... Let me think about it."

Turan was very bendable and stretchable, and she thought: "When this is over, I will break your waist."

At the same time, he sincerely gave the pirate a ninety-degree bow: "Sir, it's all up to you."

"Captain, don't be like this," Hope quickly pulled her back, "Our ancestors went into exile outside the territory and went through many hardships for the well-being of all human beings. Thousands of years of inheritance have taught us to respect life, not to do it by hook or by crook. Hurting one's own kind for self-expansion."

This cult member of the Anti-Ukraine Society was unexpectedly civilized, and he was furious and didn't swear. He frowned, walked around in circles a few times, and gritted his teeth as if he had suddenly made up his mind: "Captain, This is a difficult choice for me, please listen to me carefully, I really may not have the courage to say this kind of betrayal of the organization a second time."

Turan's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help holding his breath.

Lu Bixing took a breath, let Zhanlu run automatically, and sat down to rest for a while.

"what do you think?"

Lin Jingheng shook her head, but kept her eyes on the personal terminal screen. On the other side, Turan was reporting something to him.

Lu Bixing exhaled and hit the mask. The mask of the isolation suit has a waterproof vapor attachment function, and the water vapor will dissipate quickly, so you won’t feel stuffy. If there is no problem with Yu William’s description, the incubation period of the mutant rainbow virus transmitted through contact and airborne It should be one to two days, and it has just passed the night, and he hasn't felt anything yet, but the virus may have filled his blood.

Ever since Lu Bixing got the news, his mind has never stopped, analyzing how Lin Jingheng's instructions were executed, recalling Yu William's words over and over again, wishing he could pull out every punctuation mark in him and check it out, and then dazzled with Zhanlu Search for potentially infected people with the crowd.

As soon as he closed his eyes, there were red lines circling around in front of his eyes. He let it go for a while, and felt the thoughts that he deliberately shielded surged up like revenge, almost drowning him in it.

At first, he didn't take the Rainbow Virus seriously, because it was an old friend who was familiar with it. He looked at smallpox like a person who had acne in ancient times. He knew it was serious, but he didn't think it was terrible.

But later, things went wrong one after another. First, there was a mutation, and then it was learned that the virus laboratory in transit was accidentally shot down by Lin Jingheng.

In all fairness, in Lu Bixing's view, it was not a desperate situation at this time, but every one of them showed signs of doom, which made a materialistic atheist feel uneasy.

Lin Jingheng cut off the call with Turan, just looked up and met his eyes.

Lu Bixing stared blankly at him for a while, and suddenly said, "General, if you can take off the isolation suit, can I kiss you? There are only two situations when you take off the isolation suit, either we both Not infected, narrowly escaped death, a little special celebration is too much, right? Either we are all infected, dying is imminent, and this is the only wish I have left."

"I won't let you die," Lin Jingheng stood up and stretched out his hand, "Zhanlu, I need a mecha with no one and complete disinfection equipment. Hope just explained that he was ordered to transfer the laboratory by the Anti-Ukraine Committee. It was issued by the core organization, and he just gave the coordinates and path of the anti-University Association lair."

Just as Lu Bixing let himself indulge in his emotions, he was forcibly dragged out by Lin Jingheng. After a moment of surprise, he asked, "Do you trust him? Are you not afraid that this is a trap?"

"He took the initiative to accept Turan's polygraph," Lin Jingheng paused, "As the vanguard of the Silver Ten Guards, the Ninth Guards should carry top-notch polygraph technology and equipment in the league, but in order to prevent small-probability incidents from happening again, this This time I'll go alone..."

Lu Bixing immediately objected, but was interrupted by Lin Jingheng raising his hand: "Investigation and thieves don't need too many people, I just bring one Zhanlu—have you heard of the famous Battle of Leon Fortress?"

The Battle of Leon Fortress——Before Lu Xin, the alliance sent troops to test the eighth galaxy, raided the Leon Fortress at the turn of the seventh and eighth galaxies, and put a nail in Prince Gloria's toe, trying to use this as a springboard to fully The attack on the eighth galaxy failed in the end.

Prince Gloria attacked the Leon Fortress, and used the autopilot mecha to carry unarmed civilians as vanguards. The alliance army never dared to launch missiles at the crying civilians, so they had to plunder the authority of the opponent's mecha, and tried to capture...the result was A group of "human biochemical bombs" carrying various deadly viruses arrived.

Caught off guard, the Alliance Army suffered heavy losses, and was later attacked by the pirate armed mecha team that arrived later, and was forced to evacuate the Leon Fortress. They failed in this confrontation, which in turn promoted the development of the "Comprehensive Antibody".

"I'll pay him back." Lin Jingheng said, "Zhan Lu, stay with the processor, the search continues, let's go."

Lu Bixing grabbed him: "The search can run automatically, I want to go with you."

Lin Jingheng: "No..."

"If I was trapped here alone, I might have to force a smile while writing a suicide note; if you were trapped here, I might have cried." Lu Bixing said, "But we are together, I think no matter what, Everything can be faced. Even if there is life and death, and there is really no way out, being able to go to the last second with you is probably the luckiest way to die...Of course, I know you definitely don’t think so. I’m sorry, my long At such a young age, it is the first time that I have said such selfish words that harm others and benefit myself."

Lin Jingheng seemed to be overwhelmed by his almost reckless candor, and was speechless for a while.

Lu Bixing laughed at himself: "In love, disordered hormones bring hysterical desire for monopoly, jealousy and insatiable desire. I haven't experienced the full set yet, and it has become a bit hideous. I'm sorry again... If you hate me a little, will you Do you feel less stressed?"

Lin Jingheng is definitely a person who does not change his face when he is about to die. Lu Bixing still remembers that when he rescued him from the exploding mecha in a thrilling manner, the first thing this person did after waking up was to lose his temper at him.

What was death to him?

The relationship did not reach that level, and Lu Bixing hadn't had time to dig it out yet, but he just took a quick look at it and found it very unbearable.

But with Lin Jingheng's city mansion, he could be observed to be flustered by himself, and he would know why if he ruled it out casually.

The secret flattery mixed with the explicit heartache almost made him breathless.

Lu Bixing: "I want to go with you."

Fifteen minutes later, a small mecha disguised as a miniature passenger starship flew away from Venus, and the journey will last more than 15 hours.

At the same time, a sparrow flew to Galaxy City, landed on the windowsill of a house, and combed its feathers. 48 hours earlier, it had picked up garbage outside an old factory.

The window was open, and a malnourished little girl padded her feet, offering the birds a handful of crumbs.

The birds hopped and chirped, and one of them pecked at the girl's finger before she could retract it.