The solar system is broken

"Kaba~" electromagnetic noise came from the earphones. Someone was talking.

"Don't answer~" The rich male voice said, but I couldn't tell who it was.

The sniper (helicopter pilot) frowned, he didn't know who it was.

"Your action will fail~" The second sentence is inexplicable.

The sniper wanted to ask, but what came out was another sentence, "Don't answer~" This time it was a woman's voice, very sharp, and it was in English.

The voice is encrypted by voiceprint.

"The Major will die!"

Threat? Not very likely. Who could it be? It couldn't be an outsider, right? But it's unlikely that someone could hack into the military's communications.

"Don't answer~" repeated again. This time it was a child's voice, speaking in Japanese.

"Major, a scapegoat brought to the altar to replace people's sins~"

Kaba~The communication is over.

The sniper was puzzled.

When he came back to his senses, he noticed that there was a blue dot below, flashing in an orderly manner.

arrive.

The towering ship island (actually a water tower) of the "Statue of Liberty" draws a shadow in the dark night.

"Everyone, hold on tight~"

Before the three people in the back seat could react, the helicopter drew a circle in the sky. The blue dots below were replaced by green dots and no longer flickered.

When the sniper saw the green dot, he did not hesitate and began to slow down. The helicopter slowly descended.

Chug tug tug ~ the leaves are whirling.

The sniper tilted his head and looked down from the window. He saw a black officer standing at the airport.

"Hmm~" The sniper picked up the gloves on the seat and put them on.

Woohoo~

The whine of the airflow can be heard through the glass. The ocean monsoon at this time (actually there is no monsoon to speak of) is very loud.

The officer was a black major general, codenamed Commander. He was responsible for cooperating with the resistance forces and was the commander-in-chief of the resistance forces. However, he did not intervene directly.

Boom~

The deck swayed slightly. The helicopter stopped steadily on the deck.

The sniper watched the three people get off the plane, walk all the way to the deck, and first stretch their muscles.

The policeman and the writer were chatting with the major. The major patted the policeman on the shoulder, and the two seemed to get along very well. As for the writer, he still kept a cold face and said nothing.

The soldier was holding an automatic rifle and walking in figure eight steps. He was chatting with a group of soldiers. As he spoke, he hammered the soldier who was talking to him. The soldier smiled and covered his chest and acted coquettishly with the soldier. He seemed to be an old acquaintance.

There is a special point here. The major patted the policeman on the shoulder. Although it was affectionate, it still meant that there was a difference between seniority and inferiority. The soldier and the soldier beat each other with fists, so there was no difference between them. They were more like brothers.

Affection.

"Bang bang bang~" is the sound of knocking on the windshield.

The sniper looked up and saw a ground crew member leaning against the window, looking at him with a smile. What he was saying could not be heard clearly through the glass. It was probably a greeting.

The sniper nodded, stepped on the accelerator and went out. The man fell onto the deck and ate mud.

Make trouble with me.

The leaves above the head slowly folded and opened onto a hanging ladder.

"Fall~" The elevator slowly sank and landed below the deck.

Facing a hangar, the red calibration LED light was on the ground, the helicopter was slowly gliding on the ground, and the iron door in front was slowly opening with a creaking sound.

Warehousing.

The cold light poured down from his head, and cold shadows slanted across his head.

With a squeak, the wheels hit the ground lock and the helicopter stopped.

Huh~ let out a long breath.

Taking off his helmet, the sniper covered his forehead and shook his head hard.

This is a Chinese man: dark skin, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and very rough appearance.

He was wondering who called that mysterious reminder. This was obviously not a prank, because the Space Force's communications had a dedicated electronic countermeasures unit to ensure this.

"I need a helper." When it comes to the life and death of his teammates, the sniper cannot remain silent. Although this matter will soon have nothing to do with him.

A wolf is no match for its strength, and snipers know this very well.

Take off your gloves and reach out to pull the car door.

"Zizzizi," the headset rang again.

The sniper squinted his eyes, picked up the helmet, and snorted one word, "Huh?"

As a result, the sound suddenly stopped.

?The sniper remembered the sentence at the beginning, don’t answer.

Bang~ He threw the helmet directly on the helicopter and closed the door.

His long eyelashes fluttered his nose. He thought of someone who might be helpful.

...

"Huh~" Take a deep breath.

Turn around the porch and walk to the first deck, which is a boxing ring.

There were several circles of people inside, making a lot of noise.

"Hit him!"

"Hit him!"

This kind of place is noisy and a garbage dump for people to vent their animal desires.

The sniper looked through the figures and saw two shirtless men on the stage, wrestling with each other.

There was a white man and a black man. One of the white man's eyes had been dented and bleeding. The black man licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, half-bent his body, jumped back slightly, and kept shaking his fist.

The white man shook his head, trying to wake himself up. However, this shake made him stagger and almost fell down. His head was severely injured, so he was just holding on.

The emotional dumping ground, the sniper does not want to stay here. As a sniper, he does not need such fierce confrontation, what he needs is long-lasting indifference.

"Hit him, hit him!"

"Hit him, hit him!"

The man twisted his face and shouted hoarsely.

"Bang~" The man was hit in the chin by an uppercut. The white man fell on his back, the back of his head hit the ground heavily, and his mouth was covered with blood. He fainted.

A referee wearing a suit turned over on the stage, blocked the black man, squatted down, and pried open the white man's mouth. (He suddenly fainted and fell back on his back. The referee was afraid that he would swallow his tongue and suffocate to death)

There is nothing noteworthy here. The sniper went downstairs, his target was the bar on the third floor.

The sniper has been here before and is very familiar with this bar.

Go down the stairs, pass through the hotel, the barber shop, and turn around an adult products store before arriving at the most secretive pub.

There is a small door open, and the word "bar" is written crookedly in English on the neon light. However, those who know the details know that this bar is open to the Asian cultural circle. The owner is a Chinese from Taiwan, and he does not like the West very much.

liquor.

Push door.

The shop has a strong aroma of wine, it seems to be the smell of Fenjiu, uh, maybe Laobaigan... (The sniper doesn't understand wine)

There are not many people in the bar, just twos and threes sitting around the bar.

Most Chinese wines do not use glasses, but are mostly served in small wine bowls. Each person holds a simple blue porcelain bowl and holds it in his hand, which gives it a unique flavor.

The black lacquer tray, wooden seats, and ink-painted landscape screen are very Chinese and simple in style. The furnishings inside have nothing to do with the English signboard at the door.

The bartender, who is also the owner, was leaning against the bar, smoking a cigarette. When the sniper came in, he just glanced sideways without saying much. I think the poor business of this bar has something to do with the service attitude.

The arrival of the sniper attracted a lot of attention. It was the first time a newcomer came to this hotel. However, the sniper was really not a stranger, but he had not been here recently.

"Boss~" The sniper dragged a chair in front of the bar and sat down.

The boss is holding a cigarette and his chin slightly. If you have anything to say, please tell me.

"A glass of boiled water~" the sniper said shockingly.

The boss yelled and almost didn't drop the cigarette from his mouth. What kind of talk was this. "You are..."

"Don't remember?" The sniper took out a porcelain bowl from a pile and paused on the table. "I thought you would be a little excited? Your attitude is really cold."

"Why do you want to ask for a beating again?" The boss put out the cigarette in his mouth. He probably knew who it was and didn't say anything else. He took out an ordinary-looking earthen jar from under the bar with a piece of red paper stuck on the outside. His daughter was red.

(wine name), which is long-term fermented rice wine, "You are in luck, it took twenty years to make..."

"Goodbye", the sniper covered the wine bowl with his hand, waved his hand, and his daughter's back was full of energy. She didn't feel drunk, but in fact she was gone. "Sake, sake~" quickly gave up.

"Tch!" The boss put down the wine that was not for sale, "Are you here to wait for someone?"

"Yeah," the sniper shook his head, a little confused. Regarding work matters, the sniper always abides by discipline and does not mention it to irrelevant people.

The boss understood and didn't ask. He took out a gourd-shaped porcelain bottle from the wine cabinet in front of him. Sun Country sake. This kind is relatively light and suitable for people who are not good at drinking.

"Has Huo Shan been here recently?" He picked up the wine bowl and found that the wine was very cold.

"It's probably going to be close." The boss propped up his body, cut a plate of braised pork, sprinkled some chili powder, chopped green onion, shredded ginger... and handed it over to go with the wine. This is a sniper's habit, "He probably still has it.

"..." The boss looked up at the clock on the wall. The hour hand pointed to 7 and had shifted slightly, "There is about a quarter of an hour left."

Mechanical clocks are not very accurate. The boss's clock is always a quarter ahead. He basically forgets to calibrate it.

"How often does he come?" He took a sip. As expected, the wine was light, and the porcelain bowl was hung upside down to show the huge amount.

"I don't come here very often." The boss shook his head and pointed out a pair of long black chopsticks with sharp tips, used for eating fish.

The sniper took the chopsticks, straddled his waist on the chair, held the long chopstick head, and rested his elbows on the table, "He's busy too?"

"It's not very busy." The boss finished his work and wiped his hands casually with a greasy paper. "As you know, the electronic countermeasures force basically has nothing to do. He himself often goes to

Sky Station…hanging out.”

The electronic countermeasures force defends space-based information security, but in the face of quantum cryptography, attacks are pale. Huoshan is very idle.

It’s just that there is no absolute in this world. Is quantum cryptography really absolutely safe? The sniper expressed doubts.

Without speaking, the sniper made his own decisions. The boss watched quietly.

Huo Shan and the sniper have known each other for a long time. They were "friends for many years" in the same dormitory at the military academy. They are also said to have a deep love between father and son.

Whoosh~ Circulating wind blows in from the corridor along the crack in the door.

The door opened.

A man came in, tall and burly, like an iron tower. It was Huo Shan.

"Huh?" A little surprised.

"I have something to tell you." The sniper held back his voice... and pressed the chopsticks in his hand on the table.

"Urgent?" The two of them didn't exchange any greetings. Huo Shan pulled up a chair and sat at the bar. The sniper didn't say anything and accepted it by default. Huo Shan waved, "Fenjiu~"

The boss nodded, turned around the ink screen and went to the back. He knew that the two of them were going to talk, and he was not suitable.

"Are the leather bags you make anti-theft? (Is the Space Force's ground information exchange system safe?)"

Leather bag?...Huo Shan glanced at the sniper, and it was obvious that he was not talking about the leather bag.

"Well..." Huo Shan pondered for a moment, "As long as it is made by humans, it is not safe."

"A pickpocket reaches in (external intrusion)? What is the success rate?"

"One in ten million, basically impossible." Huo Shan sensed that something was wrong with the sniper, but he did not say that people in this business should not ask, and should never ask.

"Where are our own people?"

"It's possible, but it's not very likely." Huo Shan rolled his eyes. "Everyone's communication..."

After a pause, the sniper's eyes signaled him not to explain, "Our things are like this..."

Huo Shan drew a line between the two of them with his fingertips, and tapped the trace from left to right with his fingernails. The tabletop made a soft sound. The sniper knew clearly that he was talking about quantum communication, and it was all about quantum communication.

Take one-way quantum transmission.

"I'm done asking," the sniper picked up the chopsticks.

"Can I ask you?"

"No," the sniper shook his head. It is a matter of life and death and must be investigated.

...

"Okay," Huo Shan clapped his hands, and there was a response from the back room, "Boss, give me more."

"Fenjiu is here~ Fenjiu is here~"

Huo Shan likes this kind of fiery stuff, but due to the nature of his work, he can only have a drink occasionally.

The walls of the cup flow down, and the clear wine slowly pours into the porcelain cup.

The sniper picked up the wine glass and drank heavily, "Are you late today?"

"I met a good friend and brought a writer over today. I wasted some time," Huo Shan muttered, one eye narrowed and he was very drunk.

"Writer?" I have some impression.

"Well, you asked me for motion sickness medicine, but it's a pity that I don't have any," said a soldier. He was afraid of fainting, which was unreasonable. Huo Shan took out a pair of short chopsticks from his chopstick pocket and placed them on the table.

"Motion sickness medicine..." The sniper recalled that when he glanced back at the helicopter, the writer's face was very pale. It turned out that it was the effect of dizziness. The sniper had an idea.

"Yes!" Huo Shan nodded. He didn't notice the sniper's expression.

"Drink," Huo Shan picked up the wine glass and the crisp porcelain cups clinked together. The sniper put down his worries.

Let's have a drink together and smile at each other.

"Drink~"

"I heard you are retiring."

The sniper nodded, "Well, they want me to go to Kebroni Military Academy to be an instructor."

It's a good place to stay away from the war. It's not bad to have grandchildren.

As long as this operation is over.

"Congratulations to you," Huo Shan raised his glass.

"Congratulations," the sniper nodded.