Sister Stinky is not a model citizen who abides by laws and regulations. Although this broken base is limited to electricity, the private prison is built very well. The private prison is hidden deep underground like a maze, with double electromagnetic signal shielding layers. Once the layers of prison doors fall, not to mention Sister Stinky, even as thin as mosquitoes and ants, you can’t escape.

"Mr. Spencer, you should be 'ill for a few days first. If you need it, I will come to you at any time." Lin Jingheng took away the big sister and his guards, threw them into the single room one by one, and detained them separately. Before leaving, he carefully admired the unique design of the underground prison and waved at him, "It would be a pity that you wouldn't stay for such a delicate place for a few more days."

The stinky sister was determined to curse.

Lin Jingheng paused: "By the way, I have a bad temper, be careful not to talk nonsense."

Sister Stinky didn't dare to really anger him. After hearing the warning, she had to swallow the dirty words back to her stomach, holding her neck thicker, and said, "Wait for me!"

After saying that, before Lin Jingheng could mock him, he blushed first. He felt that this sentence was so short-sick and looked like a fake girl, so ashamed that she was about to cry.

Zhan Lu, who is a robotic hand, raised a finger and reminded: "Sir, you have violated the relevant provisions of the Alliance's military management regulations on 'banning abuse of prisoners'. According to estimates, the area and lighting conditions of the prison/ban area do not meet the alliance standards, violated the basic human rights of prisoners, and you also threatened the other party..."

"Well," Lin Jingheng replied casually, "Is anyone going to fine?"

Zhanlu: "…"

"There is no human rights without a fine." Lin Jingheng pressed down the little finger of the robot Zhanlu, "Don't enter irrelevant data by yourself if you're fine. Who did you learn it from? He even raised his orchid and pointed."

Further down the private prison is the underground warehouse where the stinky sister stores the mecha. Lin Jingheng took Zhan Lu directly to the elevator - the three-core heavy mecha is called "Zhongsan". The fuselage is more than one kilometer long. This model was completely eliminated from the army by the Alliance as early as 240 years after the Rising Star Episode 240 years.

"The last time I met Chongsan was when I was studying at Ulan College," said Lin Jingheng.

"You got full marks in the first year of your enrollment, and other subjects were not ideal." Zhan Lu said, "General Lu Xin privately called the principal and asked you to deduct your scholarship from that year to avoid promoting the unhealthy trend of being biased and arrogant. However, the principal was very dogmatic and rejected him on the grounds of school rules."

Lin Jingheng was stunned: "What?"

He was only fourteen years old when he was admitted to Ulan College. He was the youngest student in the school. He was rebellious and did his own thing. Many teachers complained to Lu Xin. He was impatient and used to bets by saying that he would definitely get scholarships at the end of the school year. The bet was to shut up General Lu for a summer vacation... After all, two months of being held in a long and unable to talk about it was a torture for General Lu.

Zhan Lu wanted to defend his ex-master with great urgency: "General Lu Xin cares about your education very much, and he is not cheating because he is afraid of losing to you."

Lin Jingheng: “…”

Yes, then he is quite upright.

Although Chongsan is ancient, it is a heavy mecha after all, and its magnitude is incomparable to ordinary mechas. When the mecha "Beijing" is in front of it, it is like a small plastic beetle. Just a little preheating will trigger a small earthquake. If it moves casually underground, it will probably collapse a row of streets.

Fortunately, it cannot be moved casually.

As soon as Zhanlu's spiritual network was covered, Lin Jingheng discovered that the mecha's core was very damaged and was basically scrapped, so it could pre-heat and make some noise. It should have been an accident of plane damage and death. It was caught by illegal vendors to maintain a shell and sold it to the black market as a rare item at a high price. The fool who fooled the bad guy who didn't know the goods - the stinky sister thought that the base's parallel goods were not mentally strong enough to start it.

"This should be the last batch of three-core mechas produced by the alliance in the 170th year of the New Calendar. After that, it entered the era of super-time and space heavy mechas. The technology was earth-shaking, and the old models were discontinued." Zhan Lu's voice echoed in the mecha storage room. As he said, a fluorescent light was emitted from the robot's hand and landed at the tail of the mecha, "Look, there is a production number here."

"All heavy mechas in the alliance have files, and they will be recycled even if they are scrapped. It is logical that they shouldn't flow outside," Lin Jingheng looked up at the huge fuselage, "Flip through your database and check according to the production number, what's going on with this mecha."

"Sir, this number cannot be found in my database. This is a mecha that was not recorded when it was produced and left-handed."

Lin Jingheng frowned deeply.

Heavy mechas are different from ordinary small mechas. Heavy mechas are a country's important weapon. The military management is extremely strict. From production to scrapping, they are as numerous as the stones in the stele forest behind the Alliance Parliament. They will never lose one for no reason.

What does this mean?

Lin Jingheng suddenly turned around and walked out with big strides.

The One-Eyed Eagle was waiting for him at the entrance of the private prison, but did not follow him because he was afraid that he would shoot the stinky sister to death. At this time, a layer of cigarette butts had accumulated under his feet, and the smoke was gushing from the seven orifices. Hearing the footsteps, the One-Eyed Eagle said without looking back: "What are you going to do?"

"Calculate the material reserves and weapons and equipment, including this base and the two secret warehouses behind him, and confirm whether the combat readiness is sufficient." Lin Jingheng said, "Then I will use the base's hardware to open external communications and position them, and convene the Ten Guards of the Silver. Baiyin Jiu lost contact on the outer periphery of the Eight Galaxy, so it should not be far from here. In addition, there is a 'Hong San' below, and the mecha nuclear damage is serious. It is just right for Zhan Lu to install it to solve his power consumption problem. Other places need to find a mecha master for inspection. I will go to Lu Biling."

The one-eyed eagle ummed out loud, and rarely quarreled with him. After following Lin Jingheng, he paused and suddenly asked: "Open external communications, the coordinates here will be exposed."

"Well, I know," said Lin Jingheng. "Once the combat readiness is counted, you will first move along the underground channel to Spencer's two secret warehouses, and just use this base as bait to open a blade for Bai Yinjiu."

The one-eyed eagle said: "I didn't talk about supplies - what about these people in the base?"

Lin Jingheng didn't look back: "What's up to me?"

The one-eyed eagle stared at his back with a complicated expression: "I haven't been able to get you a little humane after five years of leaving the league."

Lin Jingheng sneered at him: "Do you want Aresfon's head, or do you want to play 'Planet Tycoon' in this ghost place with human touch?"

While speaking, the two had already left to the gate of the administrative building. At this moment, a burst of cheers broke out not far away. Everyone ran in one direction, the unkempt housewife poked her head out of the dense residential building, and the stupid children chasing and fighting all stretched their necks-

In the middle of the space station, the towering 360-degree rotating screen actually came back to life. A transparent black film floated in the artificial atmosphere directly above to separate the strong light during the day to avoid affecting the image quality. The screen opened layer by layer like petals under the light blocking film, supporting three-dimensional imaging.

It was the opening of an old movie. Slow motion slowly swept through, flowers blooming everywhere in the mountains and fields gradually bloomed, a beam of light came in from the field of view, and the audio equipment buried in every corner of the space station collectively emitted a deep violin concerto. The speakers were disrepaired for a long time, and some were broken. Although some were still breathing, they were mixed with noise and silence, as if they were echoing from outside the distant starry sky. People were silent first, then cheered, and rushed into the small square under the screen like a festival.

The square has long become a temporary pile of domestic waste in the treatment base. It is stenchy and rarely visited. People soon began to clean up the garbage spontaneously, screams and whistles were almost overwhelming the original soundtrack.

For fifty years, this space station is isolated from the world. They depend on each other and are in a panic all day long. They never dare to expect any change in their unchanging and cramped life.

An old man cried because although there were tall buildings and artificial blue sky in the space station, with real gravity, there were no mountains and deep valleys, and no cold and summer flow year after year. The beautiful scenery on those planets was too far away from them, so far that she had forgotten what the spring breeze that blew through the moist soil smelled.

Not far away, Lu Bixing was thrown away by a bunch of ragged people.

"No, no, I'm just so enthusiastic. I can't stand it. Everyone watches movies in a civilized manner, civilized!" He rushed and refused, "That grandpa, don't follow me, get out of here, I have to break you all the time! Isn't it just a screen? Don't be excited first, we have many projects to do!"

Lin Jingheng frowned slightly and stopped.

Lu Bixing flexibly got out of the crowd and stepped into a trash can. He found a loudspeaker from somewhere, which might be a product of the Earth's era, covering the gray of two eras. Lu Bixing bent over and grabbed the silly student's cockfighting. With the cockfighting look innocent, he wiped the loudspeaker as big as his thumb with his white shirt, pausing the movie on the screen.

In time, Lu Bixing could probably go out to organize a cult - a small trash can, which made him step out of the Xinghai Academy auditorium.

"Hey," Lu Bixing shook his head, "The sound effect is not good, how many years have it been maintained? I found out the design drawings later, and we dug them out one by one to repair - Hello everyone, I am your boss Mr. Spencer who just picked it up from the sky. My main business is a teacher and a side job is a repairman. From the atmosphere of the mecha merchant ship to the water pipe stove energy board, except for the plasma energy tower in the sky and the toilet at home, you can come to me for consultation."

Everyone burst into laughter.

The one-eyed eagle sighed and planned to pass through the crowd and call Lu Bixing back.

Lin Jingheng did not move. He leaned against the charming administrative building building, and he watched from a distance the young man giving a speech on the trash can.

"This is just the first step," Lu Bixing enthusiastically drew big pie for the residents of the base. "When the screen is repaired, we can also repair the sound of the city. After all, entertainment is a major event in life. When everyone can work while watching movies, we will do other major things."

Someone below asked, "What's the big deal?"

"First of all, we must sort out the energy system of the base, strive to make everyone have power supply 24 hours a day, and the Self-Defense Force can conduct a mecha exercise at any time." Lu Bixing said, "The energy has kept up, and we will re-plan and renovate various living facilities in the base, improve various ecological cycles, and build a planet-level anti-missile defense system..."

The capital of the Eighth Galaxy, Kelly, did not have an anti-missile system. The country bumpkins in the base were shocked by this huge cowhide. Before Lu Bi could finish his words, the audience burst into laughter.

Someone shouted: "Then we can fight the star pirates nearby and expedition to the eight major galaxies?"

"We also need to establish an alliance government and reach the peak of our lives! Hahaha, then I ask for legislation. Those who are cheap and the people outside will kneel down to me, kiss my stinky feet and lick my soles, except for beauties."

"Come down, boy, I still have to watch a movie."

"Can you fix the self-defense force's waste snacks first?"

"No, he just said not to repair the toilet."

"Hey, boy, how can you discriminate against the toilet? Do you agree with your ass? "

The cockfighting could no longer bear it. Relying on his own tall and big horses, he jumped up from the crowd, and the one with the biggest voice started to take action. At the same time, a member of the Self-Defense Force who happened to be on duty was mixed in the crowd. He wanted to watch a movie, but was insulted for no reason, but he immediately joined the battle and formed a group of people.

Lu Bixing took off the loudspeaker without much care. He had long been accustomed to the ridicule of everyone. He sat down on the trash can. He tinkered with opening the base's multimedia music library, picked an ancient bullfighting song, and accompanied the heroes, and whistled himself.

Someone handed him a cigarette next to him, which was a very shoddy bargain. Lu Bixing turned his head and saw that the person handed over the cigarette was a young man. His face was not rich and he was still very young. He was not over twenty years old, but he was already wearing the uniform of the Self-Defense Force.

Lu Bixing happily took it over: "Thank you, what's the name?"

"Saturday."

"Is the surname Zhou? You don't think it's very evident that it has Eastern blood."

"No, I'm an orphan, and I don't have a surname. The day they picked me up was Saturday, so they called me that," the boy shrugged. "Anyway, the name of the eighth galaxy is not very important."

His forehead was full, his eyes were straight and deep, his lips were thin, and the corners of his mouth were slightly down. Looking at his face, it made people feel that he looked quite "smart", but he was a little arrogant.

Asked on Saturday: "They started fighting, aren't you angry?"

Lu Bixing sighed: "God made me handsome, and I was also very distressed."

"Foreign, you're actually a novelist, right?" said Saturday. "The first time I'm in the dungeon?"

Lu Bixing held the cigarette and turned to look at him.

"This base itself is an abandoned supply station. The official does not want it. Only smugglers dare to pick it up and use it secretly," said Saturday. "The energy tower in the sky is also picked up. Have you ever seen a fake sun on the serious space station? That energy tower is an experimental product that was not recycled in the old ephemeris era. It fell into the eight galaxy and was dragged together as the sun. Otherwise, we would not see the sunlight. These old wastes are prone to commit suicide. Our base is made of rags, which is no different from the doghouse built by homeless people with cardboard boxes on the roadside. Maybe one day a strong wind will be blown up. Everyone doesn't say it, but they are actually very uneasy. Don't joke around in the future."

"The 'Heaven and Earth' were picked up by picking up scattered?" Lu Bixing seemed a little surprised.

Smile on Saturday.

Then Lu Bixing sighed again: "Then aren't you almost the same as the legendary god of creation, are you too awesome?"

Saturday was a little speechless.

Lu Bixing laughed and patted his shoulder. From a distance, he saw the one-eyed eagle rushing into the crowd with an irritable look on his face. He jumped out of the trash can: "My dad is here, maybe he asked me to have a meal. Let's chat another time. You are about the same age as my students. If you have time, you can come and listen to my lectures."

The one-eyed eagle waved to him with a deep face: "What about those little cumbersome people in your luggage, don't care about them?"

"It's okay," Lu Bixing said, "were all senior gangsters. They know how to fight and can't be broken. Let them move, just treat it as a physical education class."

A laser gun was inserted into the waist of a one-eyed eagle, and his face looked fierce. The people who gathered to fight automatically avoided him and quickly gave up a path.

The one-eyed eagle held her hands behind her back and was silent for a while: "You knew that Sister Stinky had concealed the news about the Star Pirate."

"Um."

"when?"

"When we met," Lu Bixing threw the cigarette butt into the trash bin a few steps away. "The level of his self-defense force is not much better than that of my students. It is obvious that he has never touched a mecha before. When I heard you say that he bought a large number of mechas and paid in installments, I understood - but I thought you were planning to fix it here for a while, but I didn't expect Lin to tear his face so quickly."

The one-eyed eagle glanced at him deeply: "So you called those little kids out?"

"Ment's whole family is on the Beijing Star, White's parents are ready to immigrate," Lu Bixing's smile restrained, "Vitas and Xiao Huang are also..."

One-Eyed Hawk: "Are you afraid that they will get excited and do something?"

"You did it?" Lu Bixing looked at him, "Dad, you will be in the third high in the future."
Chapter completed!