Imperfections

The underground channel rubbed across the edge of the eighth galaxy and extended out of the field. On the way, it is said that it will pass three underground supply stations. The first supply station is near the asteroid group on the periphery of the eighth galaxy. The coordinates are very hidden. The Guard is currently entrenched here.

"Sister Smelly"-this person's big name is "Spencer", consciously except that his body is slightly slender, the whole person is full of heroic masculinity, and he doesn't know why these stink hooligans of the eighth galaxy should give him Such an insulting nickname, but fortunately everyone is insulting each other, and it is not a loss.

Mr. Spencer ’s family business is star smuggling and black market transactions. He believes in the “cunning rabbit three caves” principle. At present, the next two supply stations are used as backup bases, and the coordinate addresses are strictly confidential. Only he himself knows that he intends to wait until the mountains and rivers run out. Evacuate there again.

The Self-Defense Forces Administration Building is six floors high, with guest rooms on the top floor, and a 24-hour security guard on duty in the corridor. It is on call and is equipped with a nanny robot in the room. You can order food in such a shelter. The space station is quite luxurious.

There is an energy tower floating above the base, which is equivalent to an artificial "star". It evenly falls on the space station through the artificial atmosphere. The blue sky can be false and real. Only when you look at the "horizon" from a distance, you can see a little unnatural clue. ——There is no white line at the junction of "Heaven and Earth".

The group rested for a night at the base, and drifted into space for months. Only then did they feel alive again. Even in the middle of the night, the voices quarreling and disturbing people on the street were very kind, reminiscent of Beijing's never shut up. "Rike cloud car".

The next day, enthusiastically, Spencer came to the door and invited them. First, they took a tour of the military appearance of the "Self-Defense Forces"-honestly, very impersonal-and took them to their office.

"The base is not temporary. You can see these buildings, as well as residential areas, for many years. Many people have lived here for most of their lives." Sister Stink pointed to the corner of the street not far from the upper floor, " Look at that. "

I saw a group of gray-haired old men and old ladies split into two factions and engaged in a clash of armed forces.

People in the New Ephemeris age have grown into their twenties, and will continue to maintain this appearance until they are more than two hundred years old, before they are considered "people to middle age", and their physiological functions begin to decline. Middle age is not long. About three to forty years later, you will gradually show your old age and reach the end of your life.

Look at these "sunset red" people with gray hair, how the average age is more than two hundred and fifty.

However, these two hundred and fifty-five people are strong and strong, and punk has not lost the year. The uncle, headed by a chopper, has two teeth missing from his mouth, and has leaked words, without delaying his ruthless words to cut the whole family.

"When I was young, I ran goods in space to discuss my life. I didn't have any identity for a lifetime, so I had to go to the dungeon to take care of myself." Sister Stink shrugged and pushed open the window to yell. Noisy downstairs! "

The sunset red men raised their heads and raised their middle fingers towards him collectively.

Sister Stink was embarrassed to have general knowledge of the "Two Hundred and Five" Army Corps, and had to close the window indifferently.

"I don't quite understand one thing," Lin Jingheng said suddenly and calmly, "I don't know if Fang is inconvenient to ask."

The stinky sister said, "You're welcome, you said."

Lin Jingheng: "Since the people in the base are all engaged in smuggling business on the underground waterway, it is reasonable that they are used to interstellar, why can't they make up a mech team?"

Lu Bixing was standing by the window, watching the sunset red war with interest, listening to the question, he suddenly looked at Lin Jingheng and looked back.

I heard the elder sister smelling a bitter smile: "The fourth brother is looking at us too high, the little businessman is just asking for life, who has touched the mech? It's good to have a small, tattered merchant ship in my life. How many big smugglers can I have? Some are rats in the sewer, and they have been like this for generations. "

Lu Bixing's eyebrows twisted slightly, and Sister Sister's words did not fall, he suddenly beckoned to the students: "You have not seen a long-term settlement on the space station. The artificial atmosphere and climate environment are different from those on ordinary planets. I'll take you out and take a long look.

Among the students, those who are as sensitive as mint have already felt that the atmosphere is a bit wrong, but for a moment they couldn't understand why: "Mr. Lu ..."

"Walk around." Lu Bixing didn't give her the time to react, and pushed and dragged again, "It's boring to listen to them chatting."

Mint glanced back at Lin Jingheng, Lin Jingheng nodded at her, always watching the landing must take away the sloppy minors, the corner of his mouth just bent, revealing a bit of unsmiling smile.

"Oh?" He said slowly, "I have never touched mechas, so you bought them in a timely manner."

The one-eyed eagle didn't hear his meaning until then, and his eyes suddenly became cold.

Sister Stink's expression changed slightly. He had realized that he had said something wrong and stepped back instinctively.

The one-eyed eagle didn't allow him to hide. He took a step forward and grabbed Sister Sister's collar, scooping him up from the ground: "What do you mean? Never use mechs, but suddenly bought from me two months ago. A lot? At that time you knew that Star Pirates would be moving in the near future, wouldn't it? "

Sister Stink struggled and barely smiled at him: "Brother, listen to me explain ..."

"You explain a fart!" Cyclops exploded on the spot.

Lin Jingheng added a bit of jealousy and "advised" aside: "Yes, Brother Lu, keep restraint and have something to say."

"You knelt in front of me like a dog, and it was almost a miserable suit. You begged me to give you discounts and staging. What did you think then? Uh?" The one-eyed eagle pressed his voice into his throat. His voice was a little hoarse, it sounded like a roar of some kind of beast, his hands were blue and blue, and he almost broke the small thin neck of the stinky sister into two, "Do you look at me, do you want to see this old Silly X, how proud they are now, they will have no place to bury when Star Thief comes, don't they? "

The smelly sister was congested under the skin and her face was flushed.

Lin Jingheng embraced his arms in front of his chest, leaning against the corner of the wall and watching coldly.

"It ’s the eighth galaxy government that wants to buy mecha privately, it has to be at my price. I have done business for so many years, and I haven't given anyone any sweetness. I see you as pitiful, are you stupid, am I an injustice?" The one-eyed eagle slammed the stinky sister on the ground and smashed it with a punch, "I X your ancestor!"

He smelled half an incisor off his old fist, lost half a carat of broken diamonds, and his nosebleeds instantly. He fell to the ground and coughed up in a panic: "I ... I can't help it."

"Yeah, there is no way," Lin Jingheng said. "If everyone knows that a big disaster is imminent, how can you fish in troubled water? How can you stock up your supplies and weapons at a low price? Don't talk about discounts. Brother Lu, you probably wo n’t sell one of your mechas. Is that right? "

"I don't care how you know the Star Thief is moving. You know that Prince Gloria will make a comeback. You know the scale of this Star Thief attack. Gloria, Beijing ... So many people have helped you and made you a brother. Matchmaking for you, you didn't even warn you. You hid yourself and looked at them ... "The one-eyed eagle's voice broke," Are you human ?! "

"What can I do!" Sister Stink's voice suddenly rose up, "I'm not your wealthy Luye, and I don't have the sophistication to engage in military mechs! When I tell someone, it's equivalent to telling everyone, The coalition government was a waste. At that time, everyone in the eighth galaxy would be crazy. You would all come out to grab supplies and store weapons. Who would n’t just care for themselves, no matter whether they live or die? In case someone keeps an eye on my whereabouts, I do n’t have the skills to compete with you. Maybe even the secret of this underground channel can't be kept. Once the news leaks out of the domain, what will the pirates do, and then no one can predict it! I am not fully prepared, how can I live? People ... how do these people live without a ID card in their lifetime? Tell me! "

The one-eyed eagle couldn't hear a word. He spent most of his life on Gloria Star, on his way to escape. He kept pressing himself to not think, not to remember what had happened and could not be changed, pretending to be chic, but How could it be all right? Born and raised in Gloria, when he was young, he took the lead in rebelling against the tyranny of Prince Gloria, and fought alongside countless famous heroes-Gloria was not only the family business of his Majesty for nearly 200 years, And the best brother in his life, the warmest memories.

Even if he was told one day earlier, one hour earlier ...

Sister Smelly hissed and exhausted: "If you are me, can you be selfless? If you stand and talk, no one hurts!"

The one-eyed eagle has always felt that the farmer's brain in the story of "Farmer and Snake" is pitted. He never came up with a guest appearance. He believes in the law of the jungle, and there is little that can touch him. The story of "the virus" touched his rarity, and now it seems that he fed the dog with all his heart.

The one-eyed hawk hated to stun the big sister, and took out a laser gun that was usually not on his body, and aimed at his head: "There should be a saying about this."

The guards of the Sister Smelly Self-Defense Force rushed in, blocking the doorway and leaking water, and various muzzles aimed at unfriendly guests.

Sister Stink turned her head and blew the nosebleed into her mouth: "One-eyed eagle, I take you as a friend, and you don't give face, do you forget who this is?"

Lin Jingheng stood upright: "Who is this?"

The elder sister smelled a goosebump from his meaningful cross-examination. Before he could answer, the floor of the administrative building suddenly shook.

Lin Jingheng smiled faintly, and patted the manipulator on his arm: "There is a mecha hidden in this administrative building ... three energy nuclei, or heavy mecha, is it a secret weapon?"

Sister Stink reacted to what he was talking about and widened her eyes in disbelief.

"Don't understand yet?" Lin Jingheng bowed his head at him. "So you haven't figured it out yet. Why does my little mech have such a large spiritual network, right?"

Sister Stink shocked her tongue with a bow: "You ... you ... you ..."

"Because I'm not using the spirit net on that little mech." During the talk, the entire building began to shake, and the underground monster seemed to hear someone's call. He woke up and issued a "rumbling" sigh along the wall. Lin Jingheng laughed, "Well, what are you doing here?"

At this time, a member of the Self-Defense Force sent an alert through the intranet of the base: "Boss! Mech Cock ... Mech Cock is haunted! Just now they took a step forward collectively and automatically got on the missile! No one touched! "

"Give you two options, either disarm and hand over the control of the entire underground channel and all space stations, or I will just smile at your good mechs and blow up your overcrowded and broken place into slag." Lin Jingheng When no one walked in between the guards with live ammunition, "Which one do you like?"

At this time, the ignorant people in the base did not know that a bargain about their life and death was going on in the administrative building not far away, and they felt the tremor on the ground, and the old man who lacked the front teeth waved carelessly to Lu Bixing. "It's okay, this ghost place, maybe there's something wrong, it's going to shock in two days-you go on."

The root cause of the conflict between the old red thugs in the sunset is the contradiction between the old man with a broken tooth and the old man with a lame leg next door. The space station is overloaded and the energy system planning is extremely chaotic. Most of them are provided for mecha. Power supply must be time-limited. Many people make their own humble light energy panels—about less advanced than the primitive solar cells—and ugly energy panels are everywhere, robbing energy from the energy towers above, because of the dense living, it is inevitable Blocking the light, three days to fight each other on both ends.

"The nuclear energy tower above the supply station should have been left over from the era of the Star Trek nine hundred years ago," Lu Bixing said in a few words, having used his years of experience in training hooligans, and mingled with the parties to the conflict. Holding the hot tea soup given by the old man with a lame leg, the old man with his teeth next to him was cutting apples with a kitchen knife for fighting. Teacher Lu gave a temporary popular science lecture on the street and chatted with people, "The era of interstellar sailing A great pioneering work of this kind is this 'artificial star'. At the time, this was called the 'Plant of the Sun' project-White, don't you stand alone and listen to the excitement, take notes-the energy stored in it is enough to support 10,000 years, even if The space station is abandoned and the energy source is constantly glowing. The energy source is not a problem. I just saw that the energy supply of your entire base is still the earliest energy system used to charge passing mechas and merchant ships. The charger can support a city. Are you human? The efficiency is too low. There is no need to separate the civilian energy source and the mech bank. The cooling device of the mech ’s daily rise and fall can support a thermoelectricity. , Enough with you, no place to put the suspension can be made. "

The old toothy man passed him the potty apples and sneered: "Little boy, it's easy to say."

"It was nothing at all," Lu Bixing said. "Is there so many mechas on the space station and there is no robot repair team for daily maintenance? As long as the plan is done, it is a matter of modifying the program for the repair team.

Lame old man: "Speak so hard, what are you doing?"

Lu Bixing said modestly: "Just a teacher."

A group of old ladies and old ladies laughed and felt that young people are now bragging more and less about drafts.

"Blowing such a big cowhide, I thought you were an aerospace expert at Votor Institute?"

"Gull, how many suns have you planted?"

"Do you think the thermal power station is a batter, and say one for each group?"

Lu Bixing has a good temper. He laughed at the old man and the old man and moved his feet without being angry. He laughed with everyone, cut the apple into pieces, and distributed it to several students who could not joke, blocking the teenagers. Prepare your mouth against your lips.

At this time, an old lady reached out with a cane and knocked at him: "Child, you are so lively, can you fix that?"

Lu Bixing looked up in the direction of her fingers, and saw that there was a large 360-degree screen hanging in the middle of the narrow street, standing silently, as if he had been dead for many years.

"When I was young, my biggest hobby was to run a trip, come back alive, and sit in the square to watch a movie." The old lady said, "About fifty years ago, it is said that it is magnetic interference or something, bad. I have n’t seen it again. Now the situation is tense. I do n’t dare to communicate with the base. There is no signal. I do n’t have to watch TV. We have nothing to do with old things. We have to fight every day. Can it light up again? "