imperfections

Lu Bixing quickly glanced at Lin Jingheng who always seemed to be delaying on the remote screen, and tried to say something: "President, now..."

But the chief is probably old, or the sequelae of the rainbow virus. When he is excited, he is prone to tinnitus. He didn't hear his voice, and he was excited: "We rebelled against Prince Gloria. It took a generation of people to die before Prince Gloria was kicked out of the city. Galaxies. All the promises the alliance gave us have not been fulfilled. Let us fend for ourselves. It’s okay. We can wait. Going out is just a bunch of waste data, it’s okay, we have no complaints, isn’t it just poor, no matter how poor you are, it’s much better than when you were a cow and a horse under Prince Gloria, right? It’s okay if the alliance doesn’t recognize local armed forces , if this is the rules of the alliance, we are willing to do as the Romans do, and we are willing to abide by everything, even if we are at the outermost edge of the alliance, even if our neighbors are pirates from outside the territory, and the nightmare we have every day is that Prince Gloria is coming back. Got ransacked..."

Lu Bixing stretched out his hand across Turan to pull Chief Edward, but it was not enough—the chief slapped the table and stood up straight away: "I don't understand what she said, go outside and grab any foolish eaters and sleepers." Workers, he can’t understand, how do we know why the Garden of Eden legislated, what events, how many important people have been arrested? We haven’t even seen the shit in the Garden of Eden, so I understand what they have Money has power and status, colluded with the Anti-University Association outside the territory, and fed the poisonous insects outside the territory!"

"Aren't we human? Don't we deserve to live well? Is it because we lack individualism?" The chief suddenly turned to the remote screen, and a knife-like light shot out of his wrinkled eyes, poking at the man's straight chest.

Lu Bixing immediately followed him and stood up, and interrupted him with a raised volume: "Chief!"

At that moment, Lu Bixing keenly felt that the boss had something to say to Lin Jingheng.

Because Laura Gordon is Lin's mother, and he himself comes from the intricate alliance military committee, Lin Jingheng standing here alone almost represents the intricate game of the entire alliance center... and also represents the condescension of the entire alliance center to the eighth galaxy Arrogant attitude.

Also because he, as the general manager of the Silver Fortress, "died" strangely, and "resurrected from death" was unclear, and it was after his "death" that the pirates invaded and the alliance collapsed. No one is more stupid than the other. What is the reason for this? The boss may not have his own guesses, but he just chose to shut up and cooperate for the sake of the eighth galaxy.

This time, the chief finally heard his voice. His flabby cheeks trembled slightly, and his shriveled lips were tightly pressed. Just when Turan even reached out to cut off the long-distance connection, the boss made a long sentence Without saying a word, he lowered his head, turned around and left quickly.

Lu Bixing immediately turned to Lin Jingheng: "Lin, you..."

But as soon as he opened his mouth, the remote communication was cut off from Lin Jingheng, and the screen was completely black.

Lu Bixing pressed his hands on the conference table, took a deep breath, and when he raised his head again, his expression had calmed down. There was no chief, and a group of people were blankly waiting for him to speak. He had to say something.

"Since the eighth galaxy has declared its independence, the alliance is still an extraterritorial pirate, who is right and who is wrong, it doesn't mean much to us now. From the video just now, I think we only need to pay attention to two points," Lu Bixing raised his head , "First, the pirates outside the territory have insiders in the alliance, but the captain of the Turan Guard just searched the entire encrypted folder. The so-called 'list of insiders' in it is only those people who were arrested by the alliance decades ago and everyone knows. Why? , This is very strange, do the Anti-Ukraine Association still keep it a secret from themselves?"

Everyone in the conference room was silent for a moment, and suddenly realized what he meant, and exploded.

"Mr. Lu, are you saying that someone tampered with it before we unlocked the encryption lock?"

Lu Bixing raised his head and looked at Turan: "Captain of the guard, I heard that when Mr. Hope saw Lin for the first time, he told him to reveal his identity."

"Damn it." Turan cursed, and roughly tapped his personal terminal twice, "Take control of that Hope!"

The new person in charge of the research institute felt that the trend of the conversation was not right, and quickly said: "Mr. Lu, if Hope is close to the important place of the research institute, someone will closely monitor him. He has no chance."

Lu Bixing took a deep look at him: "Dean, do you know which of the researchers who have been in close contact with the encrypted files in the past few months have spoken to this former prophet of the Anti-Uzbekistan Society?"

The dean was shocked.

"Second, in the video, Ms. Laura Gordon injected herself with a chip in order to resist the intrusion of the hunter's mental network. This chip allows her to fight against a well-trained army alone. Even if Lin Jingheng The general's spiritual power can't do it. A chip can raise the mental power of a non-military personnel to this level. Once it is mass-produced, what kind of armed force will it become? Fortunately, so far, no matter Is it the Alliance or the Pirates, there has never been such an invincible army, the chip 'opium' of the Freedom Legion can only be used as a drug, it is a crude imitation, I think maybe for some reason, the chip technology is lost, but obviously, the freedom The Legion and the Anti-Ukraine are looking for it, and we at least have to be prepared for it."

When Lu Bixing said this, he actually had a flash of inspiration in his heart. He thought that the key word of the Nuwa Project was "human evolution". As the main direction of attack, because the human carbon-based body will eventually have limits, mechanization is the only feasible way to improve effective combat effectiveness.

As for Laura Gordon's biochip, even if the technology is lost, since there are already imitations like opium, with the level of scientific research of the pirates, have they not been able to complete this fill-in-the-blank question in 50 years?

So it is very possible that the chip and the Nuwa project are actually one - that is to say, the Nuwa project back then may be to train people who can safely inoculate the chip. Key information was missing, and each went astray.

However, Lu Bixing glanced over every anxious face present, and tightly covered this guess.

He didn't know that if a force capable of changing the current situation of the battle was in front of him, would the victims in the cracks here forget the damage caused by the rainbow virus to the eighth galaxy, and stretch out their hands to this supreme temptation.Think about it, as long as a dose of the chip is injected, a rookie who has just learned to machine armor can become a super space soldier that is more powerful than the Silver Ten Guards.

Not to mention others, even Lu Bixing himself was moved.

They are already in hell, and the fragile fire of humanity is really unbearable to test.

Lu Bixing then calmly poured a bowl of chicken soup, put the dangerous topic to rest, and finished the meeting summary speech for the general who was furious before the battle: "I don't believe that anything can be conquered by relying on foreign objects and force. Back then, in order to resist Prince Gloria, even the unarmed people dared to stand up and form the Freedom Alliance Army. Today we have a new government and a self-defense army. What are we afraid of? As long as the anger ravaged by the rainbow virus remains, the spirit of the Freedom Alliance Army remains Now, I have nothing to fear, how about you?"

None of you, the backbone of the new government, said a word.

Because everyone is an adult, not as easy to fool as the half-grown children of Xinghai Academy. Faced with internal and external troubles, the raw chicken soup made by Principal Lu was choking enough, and they walked away with sullen faces, trying to put "fearless" in their hearts. "The two words are repeated several times, so that I can brainwash myself casually.

Lu Bixing exhaled softly, thinking of Lin Jingheng very much... even though they just met a few hours ago.

He reached out and pressed on his personal terminal, wanting to contact him, but remote communication is two-way, if you don't know the exact coordinates of the other party, you have to rely on the other party to scan the signal when they pass a certain transition point.

Lu Bixing thought about it, and sent a message through the remote network: "Are you okay? Get back to me."

The text information was entered into the electromagnetic wave signal, encrypted and sent from Venus, folded back and forth by the transition network, and sent to the distant starry sky. Lin Jingheng rarely responded immediately.

Lu Bixing sighed, and looked back at the dark remote communication screen. For some reason, he felt the fragility of that person from the darkness.

He has always thought that Lin Jingheng is handsome, undeniably powerful, and imperceptibly gentle like wild flowers growing in the cracks of stones, both touching and provocative. Lu Bixing never thought that the word "fragile" would be related to Lin Jingheng, Even when he fell out of the medical cabin in a daze, dying of illness, his eyes, blurred by the high fever, were looking somewhere, with a sense of desperate strength.

He couldn't imagine Lin Jingheng's mood right now. After all, no matter what mood Lin Jingheng was in, he wouldn't let the world know about it. Touch that person to fall.

"What?" At this moment, Turan next to him suddenly raised his voice, "What do you eat?"

Lu Bixing came back to his senses and turned to look at her.

"Hope is missing." Turan glanced at him quickly, with icy scum in his eyes, "A guard team looked at him and made him disappear. This base was infiltrated into a fishing net under my nose. Already? Inform everyone, assemble!"

The latter sentence was directed at the personal terminal.

Turan has a lively personality, and he is a bit indifferent to the top and the bottom. Sometimes, people always forget what kind of person the ninth captain of Silver is.

Lu Bixing was about to say something, but he opened his mouth, but finally remained silent, watching Turan leave in a bloody storm—the captain of the guard, commander Bai Yinjiu, has her own style and methods, he is not a member of the military, so he shouldn’t say too much Make a beak.He suddenly felt a little powerless, thinking that when Lin was leaning against his arms with a high fever, Hope cooperated with him to fool those people with prophetic words near the old lair of the Anti-University Society, and brought back the antibody samples to save the entire Venus; Thinking that Hope worked tirelessly to build the farm base of the eighth galaxy. On the way back from this trip, Hope also told him that the robot's program has been written. As long as the materials are sufficient and someone takes care of it, the model of the base can be copied infinitely. .

By the way, Hope also promised to give him two bottles of wine.

It turned out that Lu Bixing thought that the misunderstanding between people all came from distance and isolation. If he was lucky enough to walk together for a while, he could always blur the hard boundaries between each other more or less.Only now did he understand that some people are destined to part ways with others.

Turan on the school field didn't pay attention to "the law does not punish the public", because no one could tell exactly how Hope ran, so everyone was punished together, and the new self-defense team experienced the cruel military law of Baiyinjiu for the first time.

On Saturday, I walked with my head down among the punished crowd, my face didn't show any clues, and I was dissatisfied in my heart.

What can Hope do?He was just an unlucky guy who was pushed out in the anti-Ukraine society. After being captured, he cooperated in a low-key manner and even made meritorious service. Even Lin Jingheng was embarrassed to lock him up again. He worked hard for the base and the eight galaxies. Troublesome, he was pulled out for interrogation and imprisoned at every turn. On Saturday, he watched coldly and felt wronged for Hope.

After all, he yearns so much for the world full of sunshine and birdsong described by Hope, that his yearning is full of humanity and compassion.

Saturday thought: "Even if Mr. Lu knew, he wouldn't say anything."

At this time, Hope's little mecha had bypassed the blind spot of monitoring and sneaked into the civilian waterway. After camouflaging, they flew away from the Venus base.

The civilian shipping lanes of the eight star systems have already begun to be opened up, and an emergency rescue system has been established, but because the time is still short, the military is insufficient, and the security checks are not particularly perfect, there are many loopholes that can be exploited.

Hope took a few of his believers among the merchant ships. Most of the believers were members of the Anti-Ukraine Society who were detained at the Venus Base, but there were also a few unfamiliar faces among them——if Lu Bixing was here, he would recognize When he came out, several technicians from the research institute who were usually taciturn also ran away with him.

When passing by a freight merchant ship, the other party suddenly sent a communication request, and several people in the Anti-Ukrainian Committee were a little nervous, but Hope had no scruples and accepted the request.

There was a brisk whistle from the opposite side first, and then a rough man said loudly: "Friend, help me, can I borrow some energy?"

Hope asked kindly, "What?"

"I'm delivering goods to Siji. I just came back, and there was an accident on the way. I can't save it. I'm afraid I won't be able to fly back. My friend, save your life."

While his subordinates were hesitant to speak, Hope happily separated a small energy storage device from his mecha backup energy and gave it to the other party: "Enough for you to drive to the Venus."

The merchant passing by didn't expect him to be so happy, thanked him a lot, and left blowing a lively little whistle.

"Prophet," a former Venus technician whispered after the others ran away, "these people are liars. They used to do smuggling and left behind a few broken merchant ships. Civilian transportation earns a lot, almost catching up with the interstellar engineering team, just like this, they still have to catch whoever cheats others on the road in order to save costs."

Hope was a little surprised: "Cheating?"

"Yes, if the merchant ship is damaged or broke down, you can call for emergency rescue and find the military channel guards to solve it. Do you think he dares to use this kind of rhetoric to deceive the soldiers?"

Hope couldn't laugh or cry, and felt that the eighth galaxy was really alive, and even the crooks came out to act.

At this time, they passed a transition point, and the mecha beeped: "The remote communication key matches, is the connection established?"

Hope was taken aback, and the smile lines rolled up in the corners of his eyes disappeared. After a moment of silence, he nodded: "Okay, send our coordinate range."

The two-way link of long-distance communication was established immediately, and the long signal passed through several galaxies. After dozens of hours, the other party appeared, but the screen was dark, the other party did not show his face, only a processed voice.

"The message on the remote communication port has been left there for several months," the other party said, "Why are you replying now? Are you really going to give up the organization to those lunatics?"

Piracy forces outside the region are intricate and complex. Within the Anti-Ukraine Society alone, there are many different voices. Some people support the use of violence, unscrupulous means in war, and the use of weapons of mass destruction and biochemical viruses. They belong to the "manic faction". One should not abandon one's original aspirations. In the age of the alliance, one should silently win over believers and completely change people's ideas. He is considered an "environmentalist"—Hope is of course the latter.

However, in this era when everyone is restless, I know that the voice of mania is even louder. Before the pirates invaded the alliance, the Anti-Ukraine Society had already been cleaned internally. Hope, relying on his excellent brainwashing ability, has never been popular. , was protected and sneaked into Prince Gloria's guards, temporarily avoiding the limelight.

"The Legion of Glory crossed the river and demolished the bridge, openly betrayed its partners, and now the organization is trapped in the seven major galaxies, and it must be a headache to be entangled by the local troops of the alliance." Hope said, "Why, those few who are all focused on uniting the armed forces outside the territory can't be suppressed Are you dissatisfied in the organization?"

"This kind of short-sighted savage has been with the Glory Group for a long time, and his brain is not good enough. He has not accomplished enough and has more than failed." Hope lost his voice, and then he heard the mysterious man in the remote communication say - this is not an answer to his question just now, The mysterious man was too far away from him, and there was a time difference of tens of hours between the questions and the answers through Yuechai.com—the mysterious man said to himself, "Stop dawdling in the gutter and come back to take charge of the mess. Give you armed support."

Hope closed his eyes, followed the spirit net, and looked at the crude civil waterway.

After a while, the third message from the mysterious person in the remote communication arrived: "However, I have some gossip recently. It is said that a certain branch of the Silver Ten Guards seems to be in the eighth galaxy and got rid of Feng's mental illness. The leader is suspected to be... Lin Jingheng?"

Hope opened his eyes and said calmly, "Isn't he dead?"

This time, there was a long silence over there, probably after receiving his message, he said: "Yes, but after all, her son, we haven't been able to find the 'forbidden fruit' for so many years, I was thinking, is it possible Did it really fall into his hands? You have been in the eighth galaxy, what the hell are you doing now?"

Several members of the Anti-Ukraine Society looked at Hope at the same time, Hope stretched out a finger, and made a "silence" gesture at them: "Lin Jingheng has been under your nose, just a child, you look at him Growing up, don’t you know his details? I don’t know if there are ten silver guards. After the collapse of the alliance, a small group of people have become mercenaries again. It is also possible in the eight star systems——As for Prince Gloria Reese Feng wanted to die by himself. He blew up three planets and angered the local militiamen who followed Lu Xin. The local snakes used the underground waterway to assassinate him. It turned out that the chief executive survived by luck, but now he has a group of old, weak, sick and disabled They have re-established the government, brought these people to make ends meet, the people are very pitiful, the nutritional needles here are hard currency, and I helped them build the agricultural base."

After the mysterious person received it, he sighed disappointedly: "It's a pity, I thought... alas. But farming seems like something you can do. At this juncture, don't be idle. Come back, I'll send someone to pick you up."

Hope was noncommittal, and no longer waiting for new information, the camouflaged mech passed through the transition point, heading for a wider and crueler world.

Lin Jingheng blocked the remote communication, screened back left and right, let the space station drift freely, and traveled to the vicinity of Beijing β star.

He suddenly said, "Land down on Beijing Beta Star."

"Sir, are you sure?" Zhan Lu asked, "The atmosphere of Star Beta Beijing has been destroyed by the bombing. The ground environment does not support human exposure to it. There is no transceiver station on the ground, so we can only approach by forced landing."

Lin Jingheng let out a "huh".

Zhanlu didn't bother him anymore, and he could only control the space station artificially, slowly orbiting the dead planet.Sensing the gravitational pull, travel through the poisonous thick clouds and get closer to the ground.

When he was [-] kilometers away from the ground, through Zhanlu's spiritual network, he could already see the planet he had lived in for five years as if he was on the ground.

Like a setting space for a horror story, the streets and buildings are still wrecked, the ashes and snow of the nuclear explosion cover the ground, the ground temperature drops to minus 160 degrees Celsius, freezing everything, and the poisonous wind rolls moodily through the dead place, blowing Open the dust, revealing the remains of the fallen corpse, like a ghost wandering alone to pay homage.

Lin Jingheng thought of the "broken tavern" he lived in, those young people who were drinking with their faces facing the wall, and their eyes were lost in the middle of the night.

It's all gone.

"Forget it," Lin Jingheng said suddenly, "I can't go down anymore, speed up and get out of gravity, let's go."

The space station regained power and made a "humming" noise.

"Check out all the materials in the space station," Lin Jingheng ordered in a deep voice, "I want a complete list before returning to Venus. I have taken a good look at the person in charge of this space station, and sent a team of people to ask him where he came from... I'm going back."

When Lin Jingheng arrived at Venus, it was already early in the morning. He didn't want to talk to anyone, and even Zhanlu stayed on Chongsan, walking through the night alone to his small lounge like a "closet". He bumped into something—a light sound activated the voice-activated light, Lin Jingheng lowered his head in astonishment, and saw Lu Bixing sitting on the floor at his door, woken up by the door, rubbing his eyes in a daze.