The Prodigal Son Reborn

Ever since the existence of the green star was announced, the cabinet has been gloomy. Later, Xia Mo said those ambiguous words at the press conference, and the cabinet became more and more panicked.

Chancellery.

Laurent was wearing a black mink fur coat, standing alone in the garden, the sun passed through layers of clouds and mist, and fell obliquely on his face, but he couldn't feel the slightest warmth.

Looking up at the sky, it is full of thick and dark clouds, as if they could be overwhelmed and collapse at any time.

In the silence, there was a sudden cracking sound of ceramics falling to the ground, followed by the panicked begging of the maid. The sound was broken and trembling, as if the owner of the sound was facing a ferocious man-eating beast.

Lauren closed his eyes unconsciously and frowned. For him, the voice was a bit harsh.

After only a few seconds, the sound stopped abruptly.

Laurent opened his eyes, a hint of disgust flashed in his dark brown pupils, and then he turned and walked towards the source of the sound.

Outside the study.

Locke was standing at the door with a gloomy expression on his face.

Two Beta men in house servant outfits were cleaning the floor with a wet mop.

Laurent glanced at it casually, and saw blood stains as expected.

When Locke saw him, he didn't say anything, but turned and walked into the study with a sullen face.

Laurent stood outside the study, but did not go in immediately, but asked respectfully: "Father, can the son come in?"

"Ah."

Laurent walked around the wet floor into the study.

The door closed automatically, the metal door completely cut off the sunlight, and the whole space exuded a gloomy and cold atmosphere.

Locke sat on the chair, looked down at the light brain, "tell me, what's the matter."

"Father, just now..."

Locke snorted, "A poor maid."

Laurent understood.

Ever since it was revealed on the Internet that Xia Mo might be Master X, his father's temper has suddenly become irritable, to the point where it is difficult to control himself.

Yesterday, he beat a maid to death just because she was too nervous and spilled tea on the table.

today……

I'm afraid he deliberately used these trivial matters to vent his pressure and anger, right?

"Father, now that the imperial party is pressing harder and harder, the absolute advantage of the cabinet has been lost. The most urgent task is to quickly find a way to deal with the upcoming development and construction of the star, so as to prevent the cabinet from being passive again."

Luo Chun wiped his face wearily, "Do you have any good suggestions?"

Laurent lowered his head slightly, making a submissive appearance, "Didn't we purchase a batch of high-level mechas from Planet Phili a while ago? Now is the time to use them."

Locke paused, staring at Laurent through the gap between his fingers, "Those space-jumping spaceships?"

"Exactly. The development of the genus star is imminent, but there has been no news about the import of space-jumping spacecraft from the imperial party. Isn't this a good time for us to seize the time to develop the green star?"

"Although the Imperial Party has no plans to purchase spaceships, how can we guarantee that they don't have space-jumping spaceships? Don't forget, they have Master X..."

"Father, if Master X can really synthesize a space-jumping spaceship, will Xia Mo be sucked into the space-time rift?"

Locke lowered his arms, his face was not as gloomy as before, but it still made people inexplicably terrified, "These spaceships did not come in through formal channels, if the royal party wants to investigate..."

"Have you forgotten? The customs are under our control. Even if the royal party knows that there is a problem with these spaceships, it will be useless to find a breakthrough."

"You said so..."

"Father, time is not waiting for us. Today's imperial party is far from weak as before. We must adopt a more positive attitude in order to win the battle against them."

Locke hesitated for a while, then sighed suddenly, "Yes, you are right. Father was indeed stunned by what happened recently. Since you came up with this idea, then you are responsible. Regardless How, don't give the royal party any more chances."

"Yes, father."

"Also..." Locke squinted his eyes, and his eyes were especially cold and terrifying in the dim space.

"Father, please speak."

"Since they dare to push Xia Mo to the forefront, don't blame us for being rude." The hand resting on the knee slowly tightened, sinking deeply into the flesh, "Master X is their arrogant capital, so, regardless of Xia Whether Mo is Master X, we all have to..."

Locke raised his head and scratched his neck with his hand, "Understood?"

Laurent nodded, "My son also has this idea, but he is well protected, and it may be very difficult to move him."

"Opportunities are created by people." Locke raised the corner of his mouth, "Isn't it easy to create opportunities?"

"I see, father."

At 11:30 noon, the Royal Mecha Factory.

The mecha makers at the edge of Factory 10 in District [-] were getting more and more anxious.

"What's going on? I never heard that Director Xia was injured."

"In my opinion, it's probably because Director Xia is unable to concentrate after pregnancy. I've heard people say that some people can't concentrate after pregnancy. It seems to be called pregnancy syndrome."

"What nonsense are you talking about? A month ago, Director Xia could synthesize the SS-level mecha Black Owl."

"Then give me a reasonable explanation. Why hasn't Director Xia even successfully released his mental power so far?"

"I……"

The onlookers scratched their heads one by one, but couldn't figure out what happened to their great director Xia.

Seeing this, the three people hiding under the corridor of the small western building were also very nervous.

Wen Hu took off the mental power discrimination mirror, "Master Qian, what's wrong with Director Xia?"

Qian Wu shook his head with a heavy expression.

"Could it be that the mental power is impaired?"

"No, probably not." Qian Wu was still calm, "If Director Xia really has a problem with his mental strength, then when we first met His Royal Highness Randall and Director Xia, their expressions would not be so natural .”

"That……"

"I think, Director Xia may want to study some kind of more advanced mecha."

"More advanced?" Wen Hua keenly grasped these words, hurriedly approached Qian Wu, and asked in a low voice: "Director Xia can even synthesize SS-level mechas. Is there any more advanced mechas in this world?" ?”

Qian Wu chuckled and patted him on the shoulder, "Boy, you still have a lot to learn." After speaking, he left on crutches.

Wen Hua was confused by Qian Wu's words, and turned to look at Wen Hu, "Father, what does Uncle Qian's words mean?"

Wen Hu was silent for a while, then suddenly said: "Don't ask so many children if they don't understand." After leaving this sentence, he immediately chased after Qian Wu.

What are these two adults doing?

Is charade fun?

Wen Hua tilted his head and stood there, "Is there a more advanced existence than SS-level mechas? Do they really exist in this world?"

He racked his brains and thought for a while but couldn't come up with an answer, so he turned on his optical brain and planned to try it out.

After entering the question in the search bar, countless search terms immediately appeared in the [-]D projection. Just click on one, and it read: Ask: Is there a mecha in the alliance that is more advanced than the SS-level mecha?

Answer: The landlord doesn't even know this?The most advanced mecha is of course the space-jumping mecha. The space-jumping mecha is mainly divided into two types, one is the space-jumping spaceship, and the other is the space-jumping humanoid mecha... "Wenhua completely I didn't bother to read it, and my mind was filled with the words "space jump".

OMG!

Space Jump!

This is the first time he has heard of the existence of space-jumping mechs at such a big age!

So, so their factory director Xia has already started to move towards the ultimate mecha, the space-jumping mecha? !

"Oye!"

Wen Hua suddenly jumped on the spot, and rushed towards Qian Wu and Wen Hu happily, yelling loudly as he walked, "Father! Mr. Qian! I got it! I got it..."

At about 12:00 noon, there was still no progress at the end of Xia, and the mecha makers who were watching returned disappointed.

In order to ensure the regularity of daily diet, three alarm clocks are specially set at the end of summer, one at 8:30 in the morning, one at 12:00 noon, and one at 6:00 in the evening.

The alarm clock rang at 12:00, waking up Xia Mo immediately, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Randall coming, holding a white towel in his hand.

Randall put his arm around his shoulder and wiped his sweat with the other, "Are you tired?"

"Not tired." Xia Mo replied casually, and then asked in surprise: "When did I come here, I didn't even notice."

Randall bowed his head and kissed him on the forehead, "How could you notice me if you are so serious?"

"Hey..." Mo Xia smiled sweetly.

Randall carefully wiped away the sweat from Mo Xia's temples, and then put his hand on Mo Xia's stomach, "Are the babies obedient?"

Xia Mo smiled helplessly, "Didn't they all say that they are still young? Where can there be any movement?"

Randall changed the subject, "I just went to the kitchen for a while, and they are all dishes you like."

"Really?" Mo Xia was in a very happy mood, holding her slightly protruding belly with both hands, "I'm so hungry, and so are the babies."

Randall was amused by his statement, and raised the corner of his mouth to answer: "We can eat right away."

The two walked into the small western-style building side by side. There were four steaming dishes on the dining table, each of which was very well presented.

Randall glanced at Yang Chunhua and the others.

They also had good eyesight, and hurriedly left with a smirk, and closed the door by the way.

Randall pulled out the chair for Xia Mo, and sat down next to him after he sat down firmly.

At the end of Xia, he stretched his neck and sniffed vigorously.

Randall thoughtfully moved all the dishes in front of him, and then served him a small bowl of vegetable soup with his own hands, "warm your stomach first."

Xia Mo took it with a smile and gulped it down. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Randall was looking at him, so he took the time to say, "You drink it too, it's delicious."

Randall filled a bowl of soup cooperatively, drank it in two or three sips, and then began to serve Xia Mo with vegetables.

At the end of Xia, he buried his head in hard work, and at the same time told Randall what he did this morning, "I have put all my energy into the synthesis of the space-jumping spacecraft, but there are two problems that I still don't know how to solve."

Randall looked at him intently, "What's the problem?"

"The first problem is how to tear apart the space rift; the second problem is how to determine two interrelated cosmic space points."

Randall was silent for a while, "I can't think of a solution for the first question, and the second question...have you thought about asking for foreign aid?"

"Foreign aid?" Xia Mo looked up, "You mean Gamma Planet?"

"No, I'm talking about Wu Zhe."

Xia Mo unconsciously stopped chewing, and repeated: "Wu Zhe?"

"Although he is a senior ion engineer, his talent is not limited to ions. In terms of optical brain analysis, no one on Lahu Planet can match him."

Xia Mo seemed to understand what Randall meant, and his eyes were glistening, "You mean let him use the super optical brain to calculate the interconnected cosmic space points?!"

"Yes."

"It's a method worth trying!" Xia Mo simply put down the bowl and chopsticks, and grabbed Randall's hand excitedly, "How could I forget him! I'll contact him right away!"

"Wait." Randall stopped Xia Mo.

"what happened?"

Randall was helpless, "Eat the meal first, these things are not in a hurry for ten minutes, what if the babies are hungry?"

"Okay! I'll eat it now! I'll eat it now!"