The moment Hope's ecological cabin floated out, a mecha mixed with the dysfunctional team quietly located him, fired a shield in the fire, covering the faint signal of the ecological cabin. Then, the fishing net quickly and accurately poked out, rolling Hope's ecological cabin back.

At the same time, the armed mecha group of the dysfunction society was like an irresistible group of beasts, chasing the defeated soldiers and crushing towards the Hongxia Star not far away.

The Red Star happened to turn here, and it was too close to the battlefield.

In the communication network of Hongxia garrison, the only remaining squad leader came from Bai Yinjiu, who was hoarse and tried to stop his lost comrades: "Distract! Don't get close to the planet! The missile will land on...beep--"

Before he could finish speaking, the mecha was destroyed by a missile in the middle, and his voice was drowned in the noise of being disturbed, and no one listened to him. Because at this time, the garrison organization had collapsed and there were no troops leading the troops. Those who survived were the newcomers who were blocked by the veterans just now. At such a deadly moment, the people who were deeply trapped in it had no time to think carefully, and would only obey their instincts and run towards the familiar base camp.

No one can blame these recruits who have been on the battlefield for the first time. No one can ask them to think of others when they are on the front line of life and death, and to avoid interfering with planets. Those who can be concerned about are extreme heroes, but those who don’t care about are not bad people and cowards, but just physical mortals.

But no matter what the reason is, in short, their running towards Hongxia Star means that they have also led the enemy's missiles. Hongxia Star urgently activates the anti-missile system, but the protective cover will definitely not stop the missiles. The initial anti-missile system does not have such a large amount of energy and weapons reserves. At this time, it is basically in a difficult situation. More and more missiles pass through the anti-missile system and land on the small planet, and mushroom clouds begin to bloom everywhere.

After Hope was caught, a group of people in the mysterious mecha immediately surrounded him, dug him out with all his might and put him in the medical cabin.

"It should be just caused by the forced disconnection of the spiritual network..."

"Oh my God, I almost... scared me to death. Who would have thought that he would go to the front line? He is so old and too impulsive, and he almost couldn't explain it."

“A soothing agent should be fine.”

The powerful soothing agent was pushed into Hope's blood vessels, and the unconscious man screamed, and the muscles around him spasmed in pain.

"It's time to upgrade the medical cabin procedure. Is he just eighteen? Why do you still use strong soothing agents, painkillers and saline?"

"Be careful not to hit your head, press it, don't cover the medical cabin... Are you awake?"

"Prophet Harris, how do you feel? Can you hear me talking?"

Hope's eyes were filled with flowers, struggling to get up, his consciousness was still at the bombed mecha, his burnt companions and the farm energy tower drowned in the mushroom cloud: "No..."

The mechanical sound in the medical cabin made a reminder: "The patient is too excited, are you considering a sedative?"

"Prophet Harris, you..."

"I don't want sedatives," Hope's hand shook, and suddenly swung the syringe in the medical cabin, staggering to get up, murmured, "My gem terrace, I'm going..."

At this time, a man separated everyone, walked up to him, half-kneeled, and looked flush with Hope, who was slumped in the medical cabin, and Hope's chin tensed up alertly.

"Prophet Harris," said the man, "I am the one who is responsible for picking up you this time, codenamed 'Parrot' - 'The morning light rises from the top of the White Tower'."

The code and code are correct.

The soothing agent seemed to burn him. Hope's brain was basically shut down. His lips moved slightly and said in a vague way: "'It will eventually cover the haze'... Why are you here? What's going on with these people?"

"We were ordered to come to the Eighth Galaxy to greet you. Unexpectedly, before we could arrive, we encountered these people on the edge of the Seventh Galaxy." The man who called himself a "parrot" looked straight into Hope's eyes. This man had a round sky, thick eyebrows and big eyes, deep eye sockets, and a deep and reliable temperament. When he lowered his voice and speeded up his speech, he was like those mysterious and upright rescuers in the movie, fumbled from the depths of the darkness to the unlucky protagonist, which made people involuntarily trust him. "We lied that we came to investigate the rumors of the Silver Ten Guards by the meaning of 'that one', and they said it even more vaguely, claiming that they came to the Eighth Galaxy to chase the rebellion in the organization. I felt it was not good when I heard it."

Hope looked up at him, and the "parrot"'s eyes were as sincere as a clear mirror, with an old man like a stray dog ​​inside.

"I was worried that the person they were talking about was you, so because the Seventh Galaxy has often appeared recently, pretending to seek protection, and asking the other party to send us a trip. I didn't expect that their target was really you. If it weren't for your sensors, we would almost have no way to explain today." The parrot said in a deep voice, "Prophet Harris, what's going on? Do you know who betrayed you?"

Hope didn't answer, staring at him with good eyes: "Judge their target is me, why didn't you give me any prompts?"

"What?" The parrot was stunned at first, then suddenly changed color. "I had contacted your liaison officer urgently before and asked you to leave immediately. I also agreed with the liaison officer to have a new response location. Where is the liaison officer? I also want to ask you why you didn't leave!"

The liaison officer accidentally fell out of the crack when their mecha was attacked for the first time. It was too chaotic at the time, and Hope's entire energy was on the precarious Hongxia, so he didn't pay much attention to him. Now that he thought about it, the gap that was blown up at that time seemed to be located at the tail of the machine, and it seemed that there were just a few ecological cabins there.

A coincidence?

"You can check our communication records," said the parrot, and then remembered something, and sighed, "but... indeed, no matter what the records are, it can be imitated. If the Prophet you are unwilling to believe us, it will be useless. Prophet, can you think carefully about what the liaison officer is, and why did you decide to let him be the liaison officer?"

The liaison officer is an old member of the dysfunction society who was captured by Lin Jingheng in Qiming's base. After they were locked up in the dungeon, the liaison officer was the first person to listen to him carefully. On the way out, he volunteered to serve as a liaison officer and take care of everyone along the way.

But what does this mean?

Maybe the liaison officer who had been following him betrayed him.

Perhaps it was the man who called himself a "parrot" in front of him who was misleading him and hypnotizing him to blame the deceased.

Or maybe they were all in a group. The old madman in the Angel City Fortress had already buried a chess piece by his side, letting him go to such a dangerous life and die, and be devoted to him - otherwise why could he survive in this situation? Is he a great life or someone else's deliberateness?

Hope's brain, which was injured by disconnecting the mental network, hurt a lot, and the soft tissue around him was injured in many places. The terrible soothing agent sequelae had not yet dissipated, but this was not as good as his cold chest.

Who else can believe in this world? Who else is friends? Who else is sticking to the original belief? Who has become unrecognizable?

At this moment, a sharp energy alarm sounded from the mecha. Hope raised his head blankly and saw that on the center screen of the mecha, a group of armored aircraft suddenly broke out through the emergency rescue channel and directly intercepted the anti-mortals. Like a long sword that suddenly stretched out, it directly broke the anti-mortals queue from the middle.

The dysfunctional will think that the so-called "garrison" of the eighth galaxy government, which is a jokey government, are all soft persimmons in the red star. They are caught off guard and the team is divided into two. The other party does not give them time to react. The team's maneuver is dazzling. The dysfunctional camp is cut into several pieces like tofu, and suddenly it shows chaos.

After the first wave of close forces, the mecha team after the smoke of gunpowder revealed their true form - it was the space force of the Eighth Galaxy Self-Defense Force, and the commander-in-chief Mecha Hidezo was on the list.

Lin Jingheng is here in person!

Hope suddenly stood up.

This damn channel alarm system is useful! He thought that if Hongxia Star had not happened to be too close, even if there was a jump point between them, it would not have been so miserable. The engineering team did not do useless work in the past few months! At least they could still save the survivors on Hongxia now.

Parrot: "Notify our people and prepare to withdraw!"

Hope: "No, join the communication channel of the Eighth Galaxy Self-Defense Forces, listen to me..."

Everyone looked at him with strange eyes, as if they collectively thought that he still needed a tranquilizer.

The parrot paused: "Prophet Harris, do you know the channel key?"

Hope: "…"

Then he suddenly raised his voice: "Then I'll ask for a communication, I have something to do with...my friends..."

Hope barely maintained the last line of rationality, swallowed the three words "Lin Jingheng" and replaced it with "my friend", but before he finished speaking, Chong San Shang Zhanlu's spiritual network was spread out without any hesitation. Even if it was limited by the old Chong San's fuselage, this former alliance blade was still shocking.

The place where Zhanlu Spirit Network scanned, all the human-machine docking ports trembled.

The driver of the small mecha where Hope was almost unable to stabilize. Several backup drivers quickly went online and maintained the mental network in a mess, while avoiding the opponent's tricky high-energy particle cannon. That's not all, after the particle cannon, the missile immediately chased after it. In an instant, the speed of the mecha increased to the extreme, and the gravity system failed, and Hope was thrown into a ball of protective gas.

"Does go!"

"careful!"

"What's going on? God, is the rumors about the Ten Silver Guards true?"

"General," Tulan said in the communication channel, "if there would be alliance traitors in the dysfunction, would he recognize Zhanlu?"

"The dysfunction will dispatch a heavy army for this man. The prophet Hope is really hidden," Lin Jingheng said coldly, "Is it meaningful for me to hide now?"

"Principal Lu was wrong," Tulan's voice was a little hard, as if he was gritting his teeth hard, "I was wrong, too."

They even more or less believe that Hope has certain advantages, and even occasionally there is the illusion that everyone is friends, thinking that although this uncle is always treacherous, he is different from those crazy people.

But facts are better than anything else - what is different from those people?

Now it seems that the reason why this person stayed in the Eight Galaxy was just waiting for the opportunity. Who knows how their neurotic organization competed for power?

Thinking about the worse direction, this person wasted such a long time, maybe he wanted to see what trump card Lin Jingheng, the Alliance weapon that was resurrected from the dead, had. Now he probably saw clearly that they did not have trump card. He could give this gift high-profile as his own capital.

By the way, before leaving, he still wants to destroy the newly completed ecological farm of Hongxia? What is this?

"Don't leave a piece of food for the enemy"?

Is Red Xia Xing just a building block to pass the time for him?

Is he really called "Hop"?

"He always likes to think about people's benefits," said Lin Jingheng. "What's the case with you? A character like an angel cannot be missing, but having one is enough."

Tulan couldn't speak.

It's really strange that the Eighth Galaxy is such a ghost place, but it has nothing to do, but it can actually bring the effect of a gentle place. Everyone who stays here for a long time is prone to be happy and will unknowingly soften their hearts that shouldn't be soft-hearted - this is like this, the one-eyed eagle who is so cruel and ruthless, even the commander is like this...even Lin Jingheng himself is like this.

"What should come will always come," Lin Jingheng said in a deep voice, "First focus on the present, Captain Tulan Guard."

The parrot reacted quickly. At the moment when the two sides started to exchange fire, they immediately disobeyed, turned around and became deserters, and immediately slipped to the edge of the dysfunctional team.

Both sides of the war discovered the running mecha and the missile immediately chased after him.

Several mechas brought by the parrot immediately emerged from several inconspicuous directions, just blocking Hope and the others, risking their lives to withstand the artillery fire and launching cover.

This kind of protection at all costs gave them a glimmer of hope in the fierce firefight. The parrot shouted: "Accelerate, speed up!"

Hope heard high-energy particles hitting the mecha protective cover back and forth, sending a lot of electromagnetic interference, making all the broadcast sounds in the mecha hoarse and out of tune. During the frantically escape, the mecha's gravity system completely failed, and Hope was stuck in the solidified protective gas, and was still shocked. A backup energy on the mecha was swept to the tail by the missile. Fortunately, the driver responded quickly and unloaded the backup energy in time. The backup energy barely exploded on the safe range line. The huge shock wave pushed the broken tail body forward, pushing them dangerously into a transition point.

The dysfunctional will have a better technology level in scanning and transition interference than the alliance. Similarly, they are also better at preventing tracking and anti-remote scanning. The moment they pass through the transition point, the driver calmly puts a shield inside the transition point - the other party must scan them, and they can still scan them, but they have to delay for a while. As long as there is such a little delay, it is enough, because the two sides are fighting lively and they will not be able to spend the energy to chase them for a while.

The mechas jumped several times in a row, leaving the war and the noise behind. They fell into a quiet universe. The mechas' sailing gradually stabilized, and the protective gas protected by everyone was regained and sucked away through the vents.

The parrot turned to look at Hope: "Prophet Harris, since you left without saying goodbye, you are no longer friends. Do you still want to ask them for explanation?"

Hope closed his eyes.

"Start remote communication, the key is..." Parrot stopped talking nonsense with him, turned to the mecha driver, "pass everything he had just captured on the military recorder to Mr. Allen."

On the Red Star, a large-scale robot search and rescue team was put on the ground. In the torn atmosphere, the chaotic charges collided with lightning on the undispersed deadly dust clouds, illuminating the scorched earth in the haze, and nowhere was hidden in all gullies and cracks.

The encrypted actual battle record was passed to the distant Angel City Fortress, and was analyzed by several supercomputers one by one. The eyes in the darkness refused to let go of a trace of clues. Sixteen hours later, a detailed report fell into the hands of Wang Allen.

The thin man looked grim and strode into Woolf's lounge: "The forward's assault method seems familiar. After analyzing and comparing the pattern, it was confirmed that the degree of matching with the former Silver Ninth Guard was as high as more than 85%.

"The ninth guard of the silver," Woolf whispered, "Elizabeth Tulan, that's not a domestic dog, but a moody female wolf who just bit Lee's throat in one bite. Who can make her work in the eighth galaxy?"

"The command ship is an old three-three," said Wang Allen. "We used the 'sertile' method to estimate its spiritual network interval based on the battle records. The positive and negative error is no more than 1%. Its spiritual network range far exceeds the heavy three standard, and even far exceeds the active super-time and space heavy armor of the Military Commission..."

Woolf said almost inauspiciously: "He took Zhanlu's mecha core, and the one in the Silver Fortress was a bluffing fake shell."

Allen Wang: "He is still alive and deceived Eden, but several core engineers of Silver Three have been serving in Angel City and have been under our monitoring, and they have not..."

Woolf slowly held the table and stood up old: "The core engineers followed me. If the communication was completely broken, they would rebuild the coordinates of the contact center based on my location and where the Military Commission was located - he initially designed me to be this "center", but obviously, he began to doubt me later... For so many years, everyone thought he was a cynical pawn in the central government of the alliance, and even I could not imagine that the "forbidden fruit" would be in his hands. Lu Xin had half of his scheming, so he would not end up."

"What a pity." Wang Allen said, "Lin Jingheng."

"What did you say, Lin Jingheng?" The news reached the dysfunctional society simultaneously.

Then the undercover agent who was inserted into each other by interstellar pirates leaked to Votto, exploding all over the base camp of the Glory Group: "Lin Jingheng!"
Chapter completed!