The solar system is broken

On the other side, there was the control room. The seats were messy, and the attendant lay disheveled on the table... fainted.

Huo Shan was standing side by side with the soldiers in front of the screen. He was nervously and intently watching every move in the room, starting from the moment the police officer handed it to the writer.

"Have you seen..." Huo Shan glanced at the soldier, his pupils widened.

The soldier nodded, "I thought the writer was just special, but now he seems...calm."

Not dead! The writer was ejected by that thing, but he didn’t die.

"I'm very interested in him," Huo Shan licked his lips excitedly, like a pervert.

Phew~ The soldier turned off the video.

Gently placing your hand on his chest, the rush of blood made it difficult for him to control himself. "Everything is worth it."

"Huh?" The guard moved his fingers and let out a muffled groan.

"You should know that what you are facing may be beyond..." Huo Shan put on his white gloves and struck the guard on the back of the head with his knife.

"In front of the Lord, the gap between all sentient beings is negligible. For the Lord's lofty ideals, why bother?" The soldier is an idealist, and he is even full of unrealistic fantasies.

The Lord said, "If you have a thought and say to Sangzi, 'I will pull up the trees and make them grow into the sea,' then you will follow them."

(so_the_lord_said,"if_you_have_faith_like_a_mustard_seed,you_can_say_to_this_mulberry_tree,'ned_in_the_sea',and_it_would_be_obey_you")

People are a strange thing.

"Do you really want to do this?"

"No one is more suitable than him." How perfect. The writer has a cautious character, profound knowledge and clear thinking.

"But if that's the case..." Huo Shan was anxious.

The soldier waved his hand, his gloomy eyes flashing slightly brightly under the artificial cold light. He pulled a strip of cloth from the guard's clothes with one hand and said, "Don't worry about me, just do your own thing. The policeman also

Not a good person."

"Huh?" Huo Shan curled his lips.

"General Huo," the soldier tied the cloth into a rope, folded the man over and put his hands and feet together.

"Um?"

"You know, the human court is going to put the writer and his sister on trial..." A trace of sadness flashed in the soldier's eyes, "I'm afraid that his fragile emotions will make him... After all, he is just an ordinary person." He

He is just a writer who types on the keyboard, not a warrior who specializes in holding a knife.

"There are some things that once you have experienced them, you know you have nothing to fear," Huo Shan sighed. They could not help him.

More than 300 family members and a huge student group formed a raging wave of protests, pushing the writer to the forefront of the tyrant wave.

As for the writer's sister, hey, if she threatens the whole of South America with a nuclear bomb, she won't be able to escape the blame if she doesn't die.

"However," the soldier's eyes were full of strange light, "because of this, the writer is more suitable than anyone else to participate in this plan."

Once the crime of rebelling against humanity is established, Jiangnan will face eternal imprisonment. At the same time, no one is more suitable to participate in this plan than such a person.

"It is said that you went to the writer's home in Hangzhou." Huo Shan was noncommittal. He didn't think this was a good ending for the writer. He had to bear the blame and waste his life for those ignorant people who hurt him.

"Um."

"Any clues?"

"No, his world is very simple." The soldier sighed. He didn't believe that the writer had any relationship with the rebel leader at all. If there was, it was just a blood relationship. "I don't believe that such a person would have anything.

question."

In the writer's rental house, there were only books, in French, English, Japanese, and even some in German. At first, the soldier just thought that the writer was a book collector, but after seeing the German books, he was convinced. This kind of

It is called Stormy Storm, a text created by a grumpy old man with a toothache, and the author's instructions on it are still neat and reasonable.

Looking at the room full of books, the soldier realized what a knowledgeable man he was. A suitcase of manuscripts was written entirely by hand. The soldier did not think that such a weirdo would have anything to do with the rebels in South America.

Because it's not interesting to him.

It's just that what the soldiers think and what the world thinks are two different things.

"It's a pleasure to cooperate," the soldier said firmly.

"Actually, for me..." Huo Shan smiled awkwardly, "Of course... it's pleasant." His tone weakened.

"Then let's split up!" the soldier became excited.

"See you later!" The two chose two different doors.

The soldier tilted his head and smiled evilly. With a boast, he loaded his pistol.

Stick to the wall, push the door, take out a small mirror from your pocket, tilt it 30°, and an electronic eye is turning around.

Stretching out his hand, the soldier used the mirror to guide him and pulled the trigger.

Bang! One shot shattered the surveillance camera.

I turned around and took a proud look at Huo Shan, and it turned out...

Huoshan's traditional skill was to throw it from a bench with great force. With a bang, the electronic eye shattered all the glass on the floor.

“Fancy and fancy~”

The "Statue of Liberty" sailed in the South Pacific, generally traveling northward along a certain cold current toward the Panama Canyon Canal.

The huge ship was advancing through the waves on the sea, and rolls of white were smashed on the side of the ship, filling the air with a thin layer of mist. The warm sun slowly rose from the east, like a sleepy eye.

Eyes, watching everything in the world feebly.

This ship belongs to the United Nations Space Force. It uses nuclear power to sail in all major oceans without stopping. It is known as the unsinkable guardian of the earth. Its design concept is beyond the times. The "Statue of Liberty" has a

In the central launch silo, there is a rocket pointing towards the sky. The "Statue of Liberty" can go to space at any corner of the world without satellite guidance, avoiding the already irregular moon and meteors at the right angle.

Launch a manned spacecraft.

The sailors on the deck are pumping water from the sea and injecting it into the water tower on the bridge. The seawater will enter a special interlayer and wrap the entire ship, achieving a heat insulation effect in the extremely hot noon. Through water circulation, the entire ship will be insulated.

The temperature inside the ship is controlled within 20 degrees.

The sailor lit a cigarette leisurely while looking at the sun and the rising water pressure. There was no doubt that the initial water filling of the water tower would be completed before the sun rose.

The light blue smoke ring slowly dissipated in the air. Everything was so sparse and ordinary. I stretched my body.

"If there wasn't this water tower..." The sailor was startled by his own thoughts and shook his head in panic.

Then at noon, the warship will become a steamer with a temperature exceeding 100 degrees, and everyone will die.

Ever since the meteor landed on the earth, ships sailing in low latitudes have needed such water towers. This is common sense.

The daily maximum temperature at the equator can be as high as 70°, and almost no one here can survive completely exposed to the air.

Looking at the sun, the sailor checked his watch. It was now six o'clock in the morning, solar time. In an hour, the temperature of the warship's outer shell would reach several hundred degrees, and by then the deck would be able to be used for food processing.

Filling the water was very long. The sailor lowered his head and hit the ground with his military boots. His military steps were very standard.

"You're distracted~" A joking sound came from behind him, and he felt something stung him gently on his waist, and a feeling of powerlessness quickly spread to his body.

"You are..." The sailor subconsciously looked for the pistol in his waist, but the box was empty, and there was something hard on the back of his head. Years of military life told him that it was a silencer for a pistol.

"Sailor, relax, it's just an anesthetic."

The sailor felt that his muscles were starting to lose strength. He tried to stay calm, but all his tactical actions were of no use. He recognized the voice and it was Carl (codename: Soldier), that madman.

"Karl, what do you want to do?"

"I'll tell you when I succeed," the soldier put a shiny handcuff on his hand, without giving the sailor a chance to resist.

"Mutiny?" The sailor was horrified. How do you call a soldier? He is as strange as the captain and commander, bold to the point of arrogance, and persistent to the point of paranoid.

"You may have guessed it right~" Putting away the pistol, the soldier turned to the sailor and took off the sailor's satellite headset.

He pushed the sailor and said, "Go back!"

"You..." The sailor was about to say something, when click, the pistol was pointed at his forehead, and it was slightly hot. The barrel of the gun had fired gunpowder.

"There are still 290 seconds left for the anesthetic to take effect. You still have time to run, otherwise you will be roasted by the deck!" The soldier blinked lightly.

"Karl..." I don't understand. This model warrior, today...

"Um?"

"..." The sailor didn't say anything, turned around and ran towards the hatch.

Several gatekeepers had fallen there, and they all had blood stains on their bodies. It was obvious that the soldiers had been shot directly on the deck.

The soldier smiled slightly, looked at the top of the tall water tower, put the pistol on his waist, and climbed up the hanging ladder.

"This is the deck. Please reply to the command center. Please reply to the command center."

"This is the command center. Is there anything unusual about the sailors?"

"I am the exception."

"??"

"No, I'm a soldier." The soldier grabbed a bar and pulled his body up, breathing heavily. "The soldier has rebelled and is on the water tower."

"???Why go to the deck?" The command center was confused.

"Oh? It seems that you are quite surprised by my plan?" The soldier turned sideways and rested on the water tower, half leaning on the horizontal bar. The nearly fifty-meter water tower is still very high, and it is difficult to climb it in one breath.

top.

Time is not forgiving, and as an exemplary warrior, the soldier feels ashamed of himself.

"Soldier, what do you want to do?"

"Huh? Let me think about it..." the soldier shook his hand and continued to climb up, "I'll let you know when I think about it."

"you..."

"By the way, I put a bomb on the main gate of the condensate water exchanger on the third floor of the deck. Please go check it first." Clicked off the earphone.

Then he curled his lips and said, "I lied to you, I didn't go in."

The soldier thought he was very humorous. As for what the command center thought, that was none of his business.

The way to use military force lies in reality.

The dozens of doors leading to the deck have long been taken care of by the soldiers, leaving only one door open for the sailors to return. To get on the deck, not only time is needed, but also courage.

In about five minutes, the soldier successfully climbed to the top and came to a manual controller at the top of the water tower, which was used to supplement the automatic condensation controller.

The soldier didn't hesitate. He changed into a pair of denim gloves, then closed one eye and aimed at a huge instrument control box more than ten meters below.

Chuchu tutu! Holding the butt of the gun with both hands, half-bowing the body, he fired a beautiful burst at the box.

There were several bullet holes on the dark box. A red indicator light flashed continuously and was broken.

The soldier threw the pistol in his hand, and it made several deep and shallow knocking sounds on the thick steel shell. A weapon without bullets is a burden. He had no spare magazine because he didn't even think about it.

It would take one person to defeat an entire fleet.

The first task is completed.

After taking a look at the wheel, the soldier laughed at himself, "It's blocking physical labor~".

The wheel turned, crunching. The wheel was only as big as a millstone, and the soldiers turned as fast as a car wheel.

"It takes half an hour to fully close, six hundred turns in total." The soldier gasped.

The soldier carefully knelt down behind the spire of the water tower, keeping his head as close as possible. He didn't want to be shot in the head by a sniper. Being a terrorist is also a technical job.

The sun rose up lazily, its faint light gently caressing this German-born young man.

Twenty-five minutes have passed...

"Three hundred and ninety-one laps...three hundred and ninety-eight laps..." The axle became heavier and heavier. His arms were sore and his face was wet. "I overestimated myself~" he complained.

Every cell in the body is trembling, the anaerobic breathing is too deep, and the accumulation of lactic acid is not a good feeling.

"Bang!"

A huge explosion on the port side interrupted the soldier's thoughts. White foam appeared there.

The corners of the soldiers' mouths curved in a strange way. They were also very energetic today.

Leaning on the wheel, he clicked on the earphones, "I wonder what your luck is? Is it a bomb or a detonation bomb?"

As expected by the soldier, the headquarters did not order anyone to come up directly from the gate where the sailors walked down the deck. Because it was too obvious that the soldier was an excellent soldier and he would naturally not make such a stupid mistake.

So they came out of the underwater spare hatch, but as soon as they opened the door, they were blown over by a shock bomb. The two frogmen passed out on the spot. If it weren't for the safety rope, they would have floated into the sea.

"Do you know what you are doing!" It was the commander's voice.

"justice!"

"Fuck, you're killing people!" The commander was very angry and exhaled heavily. The soldier quickly took out his earplugs.

"I will pay for my sins, and as for you, I will judge you!"

"Are all men guilty?"

"Yes, they are all guilty." The soldier was tired, leaning on the wheel and breathing heavily.

"What do you want?" The commander calmed down, it was not time to get angry yet.

"Open the silo," the soldier turned the water valve vigorously, "and put the police, the writer and Huo Shan in!"

"Silo?" He smashed the table and banged, "This is impossible. They are prisoners and cannot go to space!"

"Commander, then we will die together." The soldier had no intention of trying to reason with the command because the matter was unclear. "I gave him a good name 'Steamed Dumpling'."

"Soldiers, you should know that they still have a chance in court," the commander's voice became smaller and smaller. He himself did not believe this, because in fact they knew clearly that as long as the writer arrived in New York, he would be arrested.

The sentence is at least lifeless. Human beings simply don’t trust writers.

"Writers should not be judged by human ignorance!" the soldier said with disdain. The investor of the Hades was Jones. Jones's father was Hal, a well-known American conglomerate leader. In order to let the writer be buried with his son, Hal

But it cost a lot of money. Originally, the trial should have been in China, but he was forced to extradite to the United States after being manipulated. Only in the United States can the writer survive. "He should not accept such unfairness!"

The commander was silent. This is all true.

"Then let's all rely on our abilities!" The commander hung up the phone.

The soldier continued to spin the roulette wheel, and the sweat quickly wet his clothes. On his fair face, oily bubbles appeared.

The water pressure has gone down, there is no pre-injection of water into the water tower, and the central water pump cannot work. The huge water pump is running dry below and making a huge roar.

The soldier looked at two-thirds of the thread and knew it was time to stop.

He leaned forward and looked down, but the deck was still empty. He knew that this was just the beginning, and the next step would be even more exciting.

Pulling out a carbine from his leggings, he murmured to himself, "Maybe I'm atonement for their sins."

The wind blew the hair on his forehead, and the sea breeze was salty and fresh.

The soldier closed his eyes and thought of the sea in his hometown, the Baltic Sea.