The solar system is broken

Back in the evening when the helicopter landed on the deck.

The whining helicopter fan blades blew up the writer's short hair, and there was a knife mark on his forehead. His black eyes stared blankly at the high bridge (actually a water tower). His hands were shackles, and the silver metallic luster shone brightly.

Looking at his pale face.

Two heavily armed soldiers held a gun in one hand and pressed the writer's shoulder with the other. Between the two burly men, the writer became smaller and smaller.

"Ahem~" The policeman let out a disdainful sound and pulled his shoulder. The soldier next to him immediately became nervous and pressed the policeman hard. The policeman was knocked to the ground with such huge force.

"Damn it!" The policeman was very unconvinced. "I didn't die in the hands of drug lords... I fell into the hands of a few..." He was choked and unable to speak the rest of his words. His neck was red and he was breathing heavily.

The lack of air and oxygen left him with no strength to struggle at all.

"Cough cough cough~" Cough. Personal bravery has no effect at this moment.

The two soldiers held the policeman down with all their strength, and the veins on their arms popped up inch by inch.

The heavy gate slowly opened under the traction of the electric motor.

Ga~Gah~, it's as dull as cutting a human skull with an electric saw.

There was a black man in regular clothes, followed by two secretaries holding notebooks.

The black man looks like he is in his fifties, with a jagged jaw and a face that shows the vicissitudes of life and is very tired.

All the soldiers on the deck leaned on their heels, straightened their bodies, and saluted.

"General!"

"general!"

"Higuy!" The black major general is the captain of the "Statue of Liberty" fleet, codenamed Commander. "Goodjob!" He praised these soldiers without hesitation.

Commander, the soldier knows him. He is a top student at a certain military academy in the United States. He is famous in the military circles for his extreme ideas and extreme behavior. He has been subordinated to his subordinates for a long time.

"Let him go," the black major general said without looking at the policeman. The policeman was very angry now. His eyes fell on the writer beside him.

The writer in the commander's eyes: slender, young and as calm as an animal. He thought of the writer's article "Theory of Universal Social Structure·Human Emotions", in which the writer defined human emotions as a fragile impulse. (

Although the book is unfinished, it has been criticized thoroughly by a large number of literary critics in the academic circle)

The helicopter blades stopped and folded, and under the command of the ground crew, they cautiously drove towards the elevator of the hangar.

The cold natural wind blew on the writer's face, lifting the bangs on his forehead. Under the moonlight, a shallow scar appeared on his forehead. It was a scar scratched by a knife blade. His sister

Jiang Che left behind.

"Do you have anything else to say?" the commander asked the writer.

"Unjustly accused," the writer replied.

"Is there any evidence?"

"No," the writer turned around and looked directly at the commander. His answer was very bachelor.

"Do you want to argue?"

"It's useless, people are very hypocritical." The writer sneered. Regarding people, he felt that Jiang Che's thoughts were dirty.

His eyes were cold, like a dagger that could tear apart the illusion.

The commander was silent and speechless. He knew some of the things involved, but it was of no use.

Take him in with a wave of his hand.

His figure was thin, and the sea breeze tugged at his clothes.

"Commander," the soldier is not shackled. He belongs to the Space Force's space force. The laws of the earth do not apply to him.

"Shh," the commander made a silencing gesture, tapped the belt buckle on his waist, and then motioned to several people to pull the police in.

The policeman was pulled up and still yelled at the top of his lungs.

The commander covered his forehead, smashed his mouth, and breathed a sigh of relief, "You are really energetic~"

The soldier apologized awkwardly.

"Commander~"

"You are busy with your own business," the commander waved to a few clerks who were getting in the way.

"good..."

The commander tilted his head in the direction of the water tower, and the soldier immediately understood and followed the commander's pace.

Avoiding the crowd, the two of them stood on the second floor platform of the water tower.

The soldier was about to say, "Commander..."

The commander pointed to the headphones on his ears, and then looked at him to signal him not to talk nonsense.

"Karl, have you been back to your hometown in the past few years?" The commander stretched out his index finger, waved it to attract the soldier's attention, and then pointed to the water tower above his head.

It's sign language. However, his sign language is supplemented by normal language. In fact, it can be understood without special agreement.

(Did you see the water tower above your head)

The soldier nodded, "I've never been back. Come to think of it...it's mostly ruins and there's nothing to recall."

(Yes, sir, I saw it, but...what do you mean.)

"I've been to the Baltic Sea, and it's not as unbearable as you think. Just go back there when you have time~" The commander's tone was filled with a trace of melancholy. His hands did not stop, but he made a fist and stretched it over his head. He repeatedly made the fist but this time He opened it directly from the original position, making an explosion shape.

(After the sun rises, blow it up)

A strange color flashed in the soldier's eyes.

(this...)

The commander gave him a firm look and nodded.

(Do it, young man)

silence.

(let me think)

The sea breeze was cool, and the soldiers felt cold all over their bodies.

"I no longer have any relatives, and I have no care for the world." The soldier pressed his chest and shook his head.

(I have no expectations anymore, I can’t do it for my piety)

The commander pointed to the center of the nail plate, where there was a huge circular mark, which was the round cover of the launch silo.

(There is the Baiqi there, you go to the spaceport.)

"Sometimes, you have to look back," the commander stared, patting the soldier on the shoulder, "There will always be someone looking forward to you."

(Do it, soldier.)

"I..." the soldier hesitated.

"As for the writer, I can only tell you that if Jones dies, the consortium will not let them go." The commander raised his head and looked at the sky, his eyes reflecting the stars. "You do it. There are not many opportunities for what you can do."

(Time is running out, we will arrive in New York soon)

Huge waves hit the hull of the ship, sending out a thrill that made people's blood boil.

Wow ~ the waves are rising.

Wow ~ the waves are falling.

Hua Hua Hua~

"You can trust me, because I am determined not to go to hell." The only thing visible in the night was Commander White Fang, his smile probably.

(I can be trusted, I am as devout to God as you are)

The soldier looked at the unidentifiable commander in the dark night and asked, "Sir, where does your devout faith come from?" (Why should I believe you?)

"Jehovah my Lord..." The commander's hoarse voice was full of pathos. He was praying. (You choose.)

The commander left. The soldiers squatted weakly under the water tower and climbed up the stairs of the water tower.

Helplessness, a fragile emotion, affects him.

Through the shallow moonlight, you can see that there are two Chinese characters "Huoshan" written on the water mark above his head.

The flying star is still hanging overhead, leaving a strange trace. It is like a god overlooking this world where fragility and toughness, nobility and filth coexist, watching this world without sorrow or joy.

The commander asked the soldiers to blow up the entire condensation tower and fly to the space port. However, the soldiers did not trust the commander, because as a soldier, the war has begun, and there is no value in trusting such things.

"To live or to die, this is a question worth thinking about," the soldier was confused, and he chanted this timeless line repeatedly. Delay, such a beautiful and interesting trace of humanity, the soldier lowered his noble head.

The moonlight shone coldly on his hair, and his curly hair was scattered randomly, like wool without a clue.

The soldier sat under the water tower for a long time.

When he came to his senses, his legs were numb.

"Damn it!" He punched the steel pipe with his fist, and a muffled buzzing sound came from the hollow steel pipe.

When the soldier raised his head, the starlight above his head was no longer there. The flying stars cleared a huge darkness in the sky, and the deep sky could no longer be seen.

"Lord, have mercy on the world," the soldier made a cross on his chest and closed his eyes.

Before the soldier interrogated him, he met with the writer.

The writer sitting behind the bars looked very haggard. He had bags under his eyes, dark circles, and his hair was disheveled: he was in a very bad mental state.

A young man seemed to have aged ten years overnight.

The soldier didn't say a word for a long time through the glass because he was ashamed.

The soldier had no memory of how the conversation ended. But one thing became clear to him. He needed help from someone, and that was the person "Huo Shan" the commander had written about.

What happened next was an episode that happened during the jury. It was a very coincidence.