Therapy Planet No. 13

Although the experimental building is a "building", it is actually an independent administrative area.

It's like an independent ecosystem. Of course, the largest proportion is the experimental research part, but there will still be other logistics departments.The status of the entire planet is second only to the action department.

The building system is also different from other departments. Countless exposed conduits and wires are covered with silver-white geometric buildings. If the other buildings on Planet Almi are uniform cuboids, then this place is simply a geometric kingdom.

The terrain here is also different from ordinary plains, but mountains and basins one after another. The trees here are an absolutely primitive ecological growth environment. There are large experiential fields scattered in the middle, but they perfectly match the surrounding colors and terrain.

The silver-gray circular hydropower system hangs high on the top of a waterfall. A steady stream of energy flows from the conduit into the irregularly shaped laboratory. The transparent conduit emits shimmering energy of different colors.Even the network adopts the traditional method of transmitting information through guide cable links in order not to be affected by the modern networked star network.

If you look down from the sky at night, it must be a pair of exquisite handicraft products that perfectly integrate nature and technology.

"Have you heard? I heard that six SSS-level research laboratories have been temporarily cleared out! All previous projects have been suspended, and the officer in charge is going to be very worried in private."

"I can't help it. After all, it's an order from above, so I can only listen to it, but I don't think the person in charge gave a good face when they passed by those departments."

"Hahahaha, that's true, it's just that Chief Crowe has a straight face all day long. When have you ever seen him give us a good face?"

"Speaking of which, you don't want to know who the intruder was locked in? I heard from the frontline that it was the one who was so mobilizing..."

"Are you crazy! How dare you discuss this matter blatantly! The higher ups have issued a gag order! I think you want to be dispatched to serve in the frontier?!"

"Heh, only people like you will have this kind of rubbish."

The guards on duty whispered to the temporarily detained people in the lounge. As soon as they started, they were ridiculed by the people who came in behind to change their clothes.

This kind of trivial matter of daily patrolling is not small, but it is not big.

It's always been the little ghosts who haven't graduated from the military academy who have been sent in as interns to mix with the veterans. It's okay when they are on patrol, but the lounge is still clearly separated and does not interfere with each other.

Almi's internship has never been a fixed period of time every year, but implemented at the age of the individual. When he reaches a certain age, what type of military service he should serve every month is clearly stipulated in the law. Interspersed, so there is never a shortage of interns in all walks of life.

"Hey! Who are you calling trash!"

An intern sitting on the bed saw the person standing at the door and scolded back unbearably: "What do you call people like us? Please explain clearly to me!"

"I said, you outsiders are a bunch of rubbish."

The person at the door raised his eyebrows in disdain: "A group of people who don't know which planet's blood is flowing in their bones, think that they are the Almis who were sent in? Is it disgusting? The real Almis will not act like you trash. Plus speculate on the orders above."

"And who is yours? E49749, right? I remember she was quite arrogant when she was in school? Or is it the leader of your group of outsiders? It seems to be called... the sword of Dalymos where the sun never sets? Don’t be kidding! When did a traitor appear in our interstellar history?! It’s never been seen before! I said that you people are unreliable, and we have to rely on our people to catch her in the end! You still have to requisition the laboratory as a prison now? What a shame!"

"Be careful what you say!"

An intern excitedly stood up from the bed, punched the wall next to him, and made a muffled sound: "The natives are amazing? Your actual combat performance is not as good as mine! The Ministry of Genes dare not say that the blood is in the war. What effect did it play, if it weren’t for our continuous supply of fresh blood to you, just relying on your group of natives? You would have wiped out the clan long after the war, and maybe you will become the second in Sirlois now!”

"Who are you talking about perishing? Say it again if you have the ability?"

It is well known that the faction of blood and the faction of action are not at odds, and it is more likely to cause conflicts among students who are full of blood.

Coupled with the fact that Almi advocates violence in nature, such confrontations are not uncommon in the world, and everyone has long been accustomed to it.

As the quarrel between the two became louder, the voice quickly attracted the veterans stationed here.

"What are you arguing about!" The team leader in charge of this wave of interns scolded, "This is the laboratory building! It's not a training ground for your private fights! You have to fight! Everyone go back and let me go to the training ground for a week! Hand in the inspection to me tonight!"

The appearance of the captain made this group of restless rookies calm down a lot.

His face softened a little, and he saluted the director of the research institute who was also alarmed and came to check the situation: "General Moran! It is our lax discipline that disturbed Your Excellency."

Jeffrey Moran, the general director of the research institute, is less than 50 years old and holds the largest technical team indispensable to Almi. Although it belongs to the Ministry of Industry, it actually spans the scope of the two major departments of industry and armed forces , the military rank is also at the same level as the major ministers, and it is the position of general second only to the rank of general commander.

His hair color was close to Liming's, revealing the fact that he also had a lot of Mrs. Sell's blood in his body.

It's just that his hair color is more towards the silver-gray color commonly used in space suits than Liming's silver-white, with a hint of deep gloom, which complements the dark gray pupils.

"Just call me the director."

Jeffrey put his hands in his white coat. He was tall and thin, and his figure was not as strong as his compatriots who had been training all the year round, but he stood upright and still looked like a thin and long rapier.

"I don't want this kind of thing to happen again in the laboratory." His tone was casual, but no one dared to think that he was talking about an unimportant thing.

"Yes!"

"By the way, which one of you is from the blood faction?"

Jeffrey suddenly raised his wrist to look at his watch, and asked a casual question.

The more technologically advanced the era, the more high-ranking people like to work on such small details.

"I... yes." The provocative intern at the door gave a military salute and stood up.

The Institute has always been aloof from the world, and Jeffrey does not advocate violence to solve problems. The dispute between the blood faction and the action faction here is like a joke in the university club. This aspect of the matter cannot be called a topic in the Institute. .

I heard that the two factions have become more and more inconsistent recently, and the research madman Jeffrey didn't pay attention to it at all, but this sudden situation sounded a wake-up call for him.

"Marta will come to pick someone up later, so go over and entertain her."

He didn't know the faction of the members of the research institute. He heard that the lieutenant general was in full swing recently. Based on the principle that more things are worse than less things, since it comes to this point, Jeffrey still decided to minimize accidents.

Jeffrey waved to him and said casually, "Don't cause trouble for me."

Since they are all activists, there should be no docking conflicts, right?

The intruders caused the entire planet to stir up trouble. Jeffrey was not interested in various reasons, but he was also slightly dissatisfied with the temporary requisition of the top-secret laboratory, which delayed the progress of research.

I heard that the one who was imprisoned used to be a representative of the activist faction. Although he couldn't pay any attention to the people the commander-in-chief paid close attention to, it was considered a small revenge to deflect the other party and vent his dissatisfaction over such a trivial matter.

"The lieutenant general is coming?" Intern James was slightly surprised.

"Take someone up." Jeffrey gave him a look, and James followed along.

"Come in a while, you take this, a temporary access card."

Only the director of the SSS-level laboratory has long-term access authority, and even the project leader can only reset the limit in the relevant department at the beginning of each month.

"Oh." James nodded ignorantly. He had just graduated from high school to freshman this year. He didn't expect that his first internship at the university level would accidentally bump into such a big extra task.

The young man pinched his palm in disbelief, and he still hadn't recovered from the fact that he was about to meet the blood idol.

Jeffrey briefly explained his work and left in a hurry.

Researching this kind of thing has always taken time, and many studies require the hard work of several generations to make sporadic progress.

Since he took office, there has been a task that has been pressing on his heart. The experiment that has been progressing slowly for centuries has recently become loose due to the introduction of some new data. other things.

***

Marta has been on standby since she handed in her work report.

She originally thought that the commander-in-chief would execute everyone except An Ran, but unexpectedly, the commander-in-chief uncharacteristically notified a few people to be detained separately first.

The arrest operation was completed in the evening, and now the moon is high, less than three hours have passed.

"report!"

James stood at attention and saluted, "Soldier J939212 is here to stand by!"

"For such an important matter, I thought Director Moran would come in person."

"The director has entrusted me with the full power of this task...please come with me."

James and Jeffrey just met each other once, and they are not regular employees here. Based on the principle of saying too much and making mistakes, they directly cut to the point.

Marta nodded. She didn't have much contact with the people here, and she had heard about Admiral Moran's peculiar researcher eccentricities, so she didn't think much of it.

Compared with the other buildings that go straight, the passage of the research institute can be called complicated.

Unexpectedly, there are only a handful of identification levels, and the internal buildings are surrounded by pleasant land boundaries, whether it is woods or stones, there are good places to ambush everywhere.

There is a scooter in the institute. After a long journey, Marta finally stopped at the top floor elevator of a secluded house.

"I thought it would be a more remote place." Marta stepped out of the elevator, looked at the scenery outside the huge French windows, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"The peripheral security here is the highest level. Except for the research room, there is naturally no need for redundant measures inside." James nodded, "After all, researchers need a relaxing environment more than fighting."

He stopped in front of an oval door and glanced at Marta: "Lieutenant General, we're here."

The author has something to say: Thank you:

He escaped and threw a landmine.

And I hope that the me in October will be the me who was updated on that hardworking day【x