As early as the old ephemeris era, the first galaxy was the economic and political center of the world. The prosperity of the past few generations was fortunately ending in peaceful handover. In modern times, the biggest looting here was that the Pirates' Glorious Legion blew up several military fortresses and smashed the stele forest behind the Union Parliament Hall.

In comparison, less than ten years after the end of the Civil War of the Eighth Galaxy, it was repeatedly rebuilt in ruins. Even the Chief Secretary’s family only had a printed dilapidated house, and they all had a small courtyard the size of a palm. If you were interested, the gardener robot would not be needed. The owner could roll up his sleeves and repair it clearly. The Galaxy City Command Center, the core of the galaxy, was still expanded on the dysfunctional base, and it was not worthy of being shabby. It could be called a large refugee camp.

"Refugee Camp Battalion Commander" - the country bumpkin Mr. Lu Bixing, a civilian supply station manager on the border, was forced to stay in the supply station with other passengers for the time being because there were "serious patients" among them. Although the supply station could not be released, in the spirit of humanitarianism, they still arranged the best suites and medical first aid equipment for them.

At this time, the "serious patient" was listening to Woto's official speech about Wolf's assassination without saying a word. The person who "cared for the patient in person" occupied the hospital bed. With the assistance of the super artificial intelligence Zhanlu, the first aid equipment was removed from the 80th piece.

"When the Central Committee of the Alliance withdrew to the Angel City Fortress, Thomas and I participated in the security system structure of Woolf's temporary residence," Poisson Yang was on standby in Rose's Heart and was talking to Lin Jingheng. "The security level of the temporary residence is already very high, equivalent to a reduced military fortress. Votto's Marshal's Mansion is only stricter. I see the words of this spokesperson, so I can deceive the layman, 'The security system has been destroyed by humans, and the murderer sneaks in from the side of the backer' - he will try to destroy it."

Lee Fran asked: "Commander, is it possible for Woolf to pretend to die?"

Lin Jingheng put his hands behind his back: "What is the reason for pretending to die?"

"You think, Duke was assassinated, and the Alliance suppressed the news for more than ten days. Woolf was assassinated late at night. The press conference was held the next day. The two news were released together at this time. The contradiction between the Central Committee of the Alliance and the Central Army in various places, which was originally intensified by Duke's death, suddenly became a secondary contradiction, and the false pirates became the target of unity against the enemy."

Lin Jingheng asked with a faint expression: "Easy, then? Wolf is old and plays with 'resurrection from the dead'. Where does he put the credibility of the Alliance Central Committee? He is different from me. I was notorious back then, and I could not be messed up if I did anything. Wolf's status in the Alliance is too high, and it is easy to get off the altar. He can't do such a joke--but if he doesn't live, the conflict between the Alliance and the Central Committee will be gone, and the connection and control will be gone. Once Wolf dies, who can suppress the Central Army that has fought most of his life in various galaxies?"

"Maybe it's not as simple as easing the contradictions," Li Fran responded quickly and immediately responded, "Maybe Duke was also instructed by Woolf to assassinate. He first used Duke's death to attract the Central Army, and then pretended to die and put out a smoke/fog bomb. While the commanders of the Central Army in each galaxy relaxed their vigilance, they would catch turtles in an unexpected jar, directly armed control, and forcibly reclaim the military autonomy of each galaxy."

"The plan makes sense, but I still don't agree." Lu Bixing, who was dismantling the first aid cabin, interrupted without raising his head, "It's still the same reason. If Duke was killed by Woolf, why did he use the name of the dysfunctional rather than the Liberty Legion? In addition, it is not wise to snipe the Central Army at this time. The pirates are still there and the enemy is still there. Even if Woolf has the ability to kill all the commanders of the Central Army, doing so will only cause chaos in the left-behind Central Army, rather than taking the Central Army into his pocket. Isn't this creating opportunities for pirates? The most basic quality of a good politician is to target the main contradictions, secondary contradictions and muds. Woolf cannot be so confused."

"Poisson just said that the security of the Marshal's Mansion is as tight as a military fortress, and the possibility of external invasion is very low. In fact, the same is true for the Silver Fortress back then... The defense system that could not be broken collapsed from the inside, and the security system that could not be invaded now was closed from the inside. When Wolf led the wolf into the room, it was now his turn to be led into the room by himself - don't you think this assassination is just an allusion?" Lin Jingheng took out a cigarette from somewhere, "As far as I know so many years, Wolf does not have this kind of humorous spirit of self-deprecating."

Li Fulan, Bayer and Lu Bixing said in unison: "Don't be there."

Bayer carefully pointed to the cross sign at the door: "This is the ward specification, boss, the air quality monitoring is very strict."

"What you get is a patient who is burdened with breathing. The commander, no matter how much you resist, you can't help yourself? Be more sincere and don't be so perfunctory." The camp leader of the refugee camp lacks life and wants to count on this for a lifetime. Lu Bixing said righteously, "Besides, that's in my pocket, please give it back to me quickly. It's just like a person who is touching others in broad daylight?"

Lin Jingheng: “…”

Oh shit.

Li Fulan felt the murderous aura coming to her face, and quickly flattered dignifiedly and seriously: "The commander is right - then... the insider of the Marshal's Mansion, the rumor that Woolf was controlled, the framed anti-modest association, the two assassins brought together the Central Army - do we have the outline of the whole thing now?"

Bayer immediately responded with cleverness: "The Liberty Legion colluded with the people around Woolf!"

Lin Jingheng suddenly turned around: "Engineer 001, is your temporary guest-star technical support OK?"

As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of identity information flew out of Lu Bixing's personal terminal - there were guards in the supply station, which belonged to the Alliance Army. In this supply station, communications, networks, transportation, various equipment used, etc.... are separated from military and civilians, and only expensive first aid cabins are shared.

In order to ensure privacy, the emergency medical cabin will automatically remove basic information from previous patients regularly, but there will be traces of what has existed. Lu Bixing follows these traces to repair the deleted information. A complete set of information such as fingerprints, iris, genes, numbers, etc. can be used for a little trick or a copy of an identity document that can be faked and real.

"I haven't done this kind of stealing thing for a long time, and I'm a little bit of a hand," Lu Bixing said. "After claiming new identity information, everyone will go back to rest first, and then replace the supply station for three hours, and we will set off at midnight."

The president said, Li Fran, Bayer and others who had been unable to stay in this room for a long time were pardoned and wished they could produce a space field under their feet and teleported out. Poisson Yang cut off the communication without saying a word. Lu Bixing packed the rag he had just removed, stuffed it under the bed, and patted the head of the bed: "It's time for the patient to rest, I'll take care of you."

Lin Jingheng sneered, pulled Lu Bixing up and threw it into the bed, holding one hand behind his back, pressing it into the fluffy pillow: "What are you going to take care of me, huh?"

Lu Bixing sighed: "You are, when others confess your love to you seriously, you can't react. If someone says something unintentional, you can always associate it in a direction that is not suitable for children. Another day, I will write an anonymous book with the title "What is it like to have a sulky voice?"

Lin Jingheng asked inexplicably: "Which sentence is your serious confession?"

"I said I'll take care of you," Lu Bixing turned over, raised a finger and pressed Lin Jingheng's lips, as if he wanted to press a little blood on it, staring at him with rich green eyes, and opened his mouth sweetly, without stuttering at all, "It means I want to wake you up every day, kiss you, help you put on your clothes, carry you around, feed your mouth with the food, and do a lot of trivial things for you all day long."

Lin Jingheng: "...You don't even fold your own quilt, don't you feel ashamed of saying this?"

Lu must-win: "…"

Lin Jingheng laughed and reached out to rub his hair that had been fixed.

But Lu Bixing always felt that his smile was filled with worry: "Are you worried about your sister?"

Lin Jingheng was silent for two seconds, letting go of him and lying beside him: "No, the soldiers are coming to block."

Lu Bixing turned his head: "Hey, didn't we agree to 'skip the eavesdropping device and Dr. Harden'?"

This time, Lin Jingheng was silent for a longer time. The bed was as soft as if it was about to sink someone in. It was entangled with his limbs, making people unable to lift their strength and felt that even their spirits were sinking. The space station was still during the day, and there was still light. Lin Jingheng raised his arms and blocked his eyes as if he was disturbed.

"The first news that day that was sent back to the Eighth Galaxy... was the one that was later denied by the Border Guards," Lin Jingheng said softly, "He said 'Master Woolf is controlled by them'."

Lu Bixing patiently said "yes".

"I'm not sure," Lin Jingheng whispered, "but his words reminded me of Lord."

"Your ex-private guard?"

"When I was in school, Lord's mother was the director of the command and combat department of Ulan College, one of my teachers. Later, she was promoted to the president of Ulan College. Her father was the head of the Baita Medical and Health Department. She was good at both the Military Commission and the Management Committee," Lin Jingheng said softly, "It can be considered that her family is prominent, but her family tutoring is good. She never shows off when she was in the Silver Fortress. When others asked, she only said that her father was a doctor and her mother taught and had a good relationship with her superiors and subordinates... He thought I didn't know, but in fact, before he came to report, his mother contacted me specifically and told me tactfully that her son is gentle and indecisive. He hoped that the military career of the Silver Fortress could be tempered and he could return to the Secretariat of the Military Commission to be a civilian officer."

In the Silver Fortress, I have never fought a single battle. With the title of Lin Jingheng as the chief guard, I can still be coated with a layer of glorious military achievements and a bright future.

"Such parents will also hope that their children can live a safe and secure life, not to mention the majority of ordinary people. Why do people always want to impose their will on the world?" Lin Jingheng's voice was very low, as if he would stop at any time, "...I was too focused on fighting with those people back and forth, and I even felt that putting her on the management committee was a protection for her. I pushed her to this point."

Lu Bixing put one hand on his waist and listened quietly without interrupting or comforting him, "It's not your fault."

Because the problem of "whose fault is it" is not important at all. Whether it is relatives or lovers, when torture each other, the blame and consequences are always borne by the person closest to you, no matter who is wrong.

If possible, Lin Jingheng even wanted to do it again, go back to childhood, jump off the high track, hold the girl's hand, and break her legs. They can do nothing, and grow up together, and after she grows up, she calls out every kid who pursues her and beats her up.

Then maybe he would lose Lu Xin, the most carefree youth in his life, but maybe Lu Xin would not die, and the person around him would not be in the Eighth Galaxy, suffering so much, and bear so much responsibility. In that way, Lu Bixing would probably grow into a young master who was as gentle as Lord and had no edges. On the day of graduation, Lu Xin was sent to him by him through the back door, making him dislike him while arranging a good job...

Lu Bixing's hand was always on him, and his body temperature gradually spread through his clothes to Lin Jingheng, as if he had opened a corner on his palm that could take a break for a moment, allowing him to think about it weakly and sadly here.

Then after a few hours, put on your armor again and walked head-on towards the wind and frost and destiny that you had to face.

Bai Yinyi and Bai Yinyin cooperated with each other, and the group quickly obtained the floor plan of the supply station using the fake identity of the guards of the supply station.

Lu Bixing passed the identity verification and touched the patrol duty table. He browsed it quickly and smiled: "Jingheng, change your vest, the one you chose is worth it tonight."

Lin Jingheng had long been used to this kind of thing, so he prepared seven or eight backup identities in advance, and changed his fake identities on his personal terminal without any temper.

"Falling in the patrol first." Lu Bixing said, "I haven't removed the military mecha from the First Galaxy yet."

While they were doing small moves at the border supply station, Wang Allen took turns to show in front of the media all day, crying so hard that his hands were trembling, and his eyelids drooped down three levels. He held his subordinates away, walked quickly into the bathroom, broke a handful of cold water on his face, stood in front of the mirror for two seconds, and then laughed nervously.

The woman's voice came from his personal terminal: "Secretary-General, are you relieved, what's next?"

Wang Ailun gritted his teeth hard: "Next."

"Then it's time for you to pretend to be pitiful," said Lin Jingshu. "The more miserable the better. Let the Central Army commanders believe that once Woolf dies, you will lose your voice in the Central Committee of the Alliance and become a poor person who is suppressed. Don't they all look down on you? They will believe it."

Three days later, the Central Committee of the Alliance/Military Commission was full of grief and anger, promising to "Investigate the truth at all costs and make the murderer pay the price." He then announced that the Alliance was about to hold an open funeral for Marshal Woolf, and the Central Army commanders on the First Galaxy border received a notice.

The funeral will be held in two weeks, and the hesitant Central Commanders did not give a clear reply at the beginning.

But soon, the Alliance Central Committee began to be in turmoil. First, in the name of "investigating the cause of Marshal Woolf's death", along with Wang Allen, all those who had close ties with Woolf during his lifetime were suspended, and all orders that the Military Commission had not issued before were detained.

Immediately, the Votto Daily vaguely smelled a little wind and published an article discussing the "military/nationalism" of all generations, ending with a semi-yin and unsightly: "The war has ended, everything needs to be rebuilt urgently. In the current alliance, is the fiscal proportion of military expenditure too high? Will the military continue to control the parliament for a long time in the future?"

As soon as Wolf died, all the demons and monsters seemed to have appeared. The military representatives led by Wang Allen suddenly lost their roots in the parliament. The political turmoil made the Central Army commanders from the alien system confused.

On the sixth day after Woolf's assassination, Wang Allen, who "can't hold back", secretly took an illegal private mecha to the edge of the First Galaxy to meet with the commanders of the Central Army, as if looking for a new "backer".

At the same time, a small mecha abandoned the interstellar waterway map and passed through the dangerous planetary gravity zone familiarly, bypassing the level of the first galaxy, and approaching Votto.

"Capital Star." Lu Bixing saw it from afar in the spiritual net and sighed, "I finally saw the true face of Mount Lu."

Harris, the great prophet of the dysfunction society who was hated by the entire alliance, quietly rode an inconspicuous civilian merchant ship towards the Angel City Fortress.
Chapter completed!