Therapy Planet No. 13

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

Like an independent ecosystem, the largest proportion is of course the experimental research part, but there will still be other logistics departments. Its status on the entire planet is second only to the operations sector.

The architectural system is also different from other departments. Numerous exposed conduits and leads are covered with silver-white geometric buildings. If the other buildings on Planet Armi are all unified cuboids, then this is simply a geometric kingdom.

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

The silver-grey circular hydroelectric system hangs high at the top of a waterfall, and a steady stream of energy flows into the irregular-shaped laboratory from the conduit. The transparent conduit emits energy shimmers of different colors. In order not to be affected by the modern star network, even the network adopts the traditional method of transmitting information through fairlead links.

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 laboratories were temporarily cleared out! All the previous projects have been suspended, and the responsible officer will be worried in private."

"There's no way, after all, it's the order above, so I can only listen to it, but I don't think the person in charge gave a good face when he passed by those departments."

"Hahahaha, that's true, but Chief Crow 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? It's so inspiring, I heard from the front line that it's the one..."

"Are you crazy! You dare to discuss this matter blatantly! There is a gag order on it! I think you want to be sent to the frontier to serve?!"

"Oh, only people like you can have this kind of garbage."

The guard on duty whispered to the people who were temporarily detained in the lounge, and as soon as he got up, he was ridiculed by the people who came in behind to change clothes.

This kind of daily patrol trivia is not too small, not too big.

It has always been the little ghosts who haven't graduated from the military academy who have been dispatched to intern and mixed with the veterans. They are fine when patrolling, but the restrooms are still distinct and do not interfere with each other.

Armi's internship is never a fixed period of time every year, but is implemented to the age of the individual. When a certain age is reached, what type of military service should be served each month is clearly stipulated in the law, and the school learns. 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 looked at the person standing at the door and couldn't bear to curse back: "What do you call people like us? Tell me clearly!"

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

The man at the door raised his eyebrows disdainfully: "A group of people who don't know which planet's blood is flowing in their bones, think they are the Armies who are sent in? Are they disgusting? The real Armies won't be like your **** behind their backs. Plus speculate on the order above."

"And who of you is? E49749, right? I remember she was arrogant when she was at school? Or the head of your group of outsiders? It seems to be called... The sword of Darius that never sets? Don't Just kidding! When has there been a traitor in our interstellar history?! It's unprecedented! I said you guys are unreliable, and we have to rely on our people to arrest her! Even now, the laboratory is still being used as a prison? What a shame!"

"Be careful what you say!"

An intern stood up from the bed excitedly, punched the wall next to him, and made a muffled sound: "Aboriginals are amazing? Your actual combat performance is not as good as mine! The genetics department dare not say that blood is in the war. The role played, if we hadn't sent you a steady stream of fresh blood, it would have depended on your group of natives? The tribe would have been exterminated after the war, and maybe it would be the second of Silois now!"

"Who do you say perish? Say it again if you have the ability?"

It is well known that the blood faction and the action faction are not on the same page, and it is more likely to cause conflicts among students with strong blood.

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

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

"What a quarrel!" The team leader in charge of this wave of interns scolded dissatisfiedly, "This is the laboratory building! It's not a training ground for your private fights! You have to fight! Everyone goes back to the training ground for me for a week! Hand it over to me tonight!"

The appearance of the captain made this group of restless rookies a lot more honest.

His expression softened a little, and he gave a military salute to the director of the institute who was also alerted to check the situation: "General Moran! It was our lax discipline that disturbed Your Excellency."

Geoffrey Moran, the general director of the research institute, has the largest technical team indispensable to Armi when he is less than fifty years old. Although it belongs to the Ministry of Industry, it actually spans the two major departments of industry and armed forces. In terms of category, the military rank is also on the same level as the major ministers, and it is the post of general second only to the military rank of the commander.

The color of his hair close to Dawn revealed the fact that he also had a lot of Mrs. Searle's blood in him.

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

"Just call me the director."

Jeffrey, with his hands in his white lab coat, was tall and thin, not as strong as his fellow clansmen who had been training for years, but he stood up straight and still looked like a thin, long stabbing sword.

"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 insignificant thing.

"Yes!"

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

Jeffrey suddenly raised his wrist to look at his watch and asked a random 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 before gave a military salute and took the initiative to stand up.

The Institute has always been indifferent to the world, and Geoffrey does not advocate violence to solve problems. The disputes between blood factions and action factions are like a joke in the university community. This aspect cannot be called a topic in the Institute at all. .

I heard that the two factions have become more and more misaligned recently, and Jeffrey, the research madman, didn't take it seriously at all, but this sudden situation gave him a wake-up call.

"Marta will come to pick up someone in a while, you go over and entertain."

He didn't know the faction of the members of the research institute. He heard that this middle-ranking officer is in full swing recently. Based on the principle that more things are worse than less things, since this is mentioned, Jeffrey decided to minimize accidents.

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

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

The intruder caused a stir on the entire planet. Jeffrey was not interested in various reasons, but he was also very dissatisfied with the temporary requisition of the highest security level laboratory, which delayed the research progress.

I heard that the one who was detained used to be a representative of the action faction. Although he could not pay any attention to the people the commander focused on, it was a small revenge to respond to the other party on such trivial matters and to vent his dissatisfaction.

"Lieutenant General is coming?" Intern James was slightly surprised.

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

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

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

"Oh." James nodded ignorantly. He had just been promoted from high school to freshman year this year. He didn't expect that his first internship in college would accidentally bump into such a big extra task.

The young man pinched the palm of his hand in disbelief, not recovering from the fact that he was about to meet the bloodline idol.

Jeffrey briefly explained his work and left in a hurry.

Studying this kind of thing always takes time, and many studies require the efforts of several generations to make sporadic progress.

Since he took office, there is a task that has been pressing in his heart. An experiment that has been moving slowly for centuries has recently become loose because of the introduction of some new data. He is so focused on this research that he can't care other things.

***

Marta has been on call since she submitted her debriefing report.

She originally thought that the chief commander would execute everyone except An Ran, but unexpectedly, the chief commander uncharacteristically informed him to take a few people into custody first.

The arrest operation was completed in the evening, and now the moon is hanging 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 given me full authority for this task... Please come with me."

James and Jeffrey are just one-on-one, and they are not regular employees here. Based on the principle of saying more and more mistakes, they cut to the point bluntly.

Marta nodded. She had nothing to do with the people here, and had heard about Admiral Moran's unique researcher quirks, but she didn't feel anything.

Compared with other buildings that go straight, the access to the institute is complicated.

Unexpectedly, there are only a handful of identification levels, and the interior buildings are surrounded by pleasant landscapes. Whether it is woods or stones, there are good places for ambush everywhere.

There are scooters in the house. After a long path, Marta finally stopped at the elevator on the top floor of a quiet house.

"I thought it would be a more remote place." Marta stepped out of the elevator and couldn't help sighing while looking at the scenery outside the huge French windows.

"The peripheral security here is the highest level. Apart from the research room, there is no need for extra measures inside." James nodded. "After all, researchers need a more relaxed environment than fighting."

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

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Hukou escaped and threw a mine.

And I hope that the me in October is the me who works diligently [x