Lin Jingheng was following Zhan Lu's spiritual net and carefully swept the damaged part of Chongsan.

He needs to straighten out the fault and its causes bit by bit, and be clear enough to prepare a renovation plan. For Lin Jingheng, solving the mecha fault is not technically difficult, it is just a meticulous job - like untiing a small ball of thread that is entangled.

However, if solving a sudden failure of the mecha is to solve one or two small thread balls, then the degree of damage like Chong San may be equivalent to throwing more than 100 cats into the yarn warehouse. The remodeling and renovation project is to manually sort out all the yarns after the cat disaster passes.

It doesn’t require much advanced technology, it only requires patience that can forgive the whole world.

Although Lin Jingheng is not a frigid person, the patience of the wild wolf hunting deer in the snow and ice is obviously not the same organ as the patience of untiing the yarn ball. He originally wanted to fool the maintenance of Chongsan to Lu Bixing on the grounds of "let the students have close contact with the internal structure of the heavy mecha".

Unexpectedly, the ghost was fascinated and gave in. He searched for the base and couldn't find a second reliable and foolish mechanic, so he had to go into battle with all his or her own.

"Sir, do you need a rest?" Zhan Lu, whose spiritual network is connected to his consciousness, suddenly said, "I noticed that the blood flow rate of the frontal lobe of the brain above your left eye is accelerating, and you seem to be restraining your bad emotions."

Lin Jingheng was so annoyed by the "wool ball" project that he was about to burst into pieces, but it was not convenient because of this nothing, so he restrainedly withdrew from the spiritual net, left Chongsan without saying a word, and went to the elevator to smoke.

Zhan Lu dutifully used him as a human-shaped ashtray. Lin Jingheng was silent for most of the time before he spoke: "You said you, one of the most cutting-edge technologies in the alliance, why can't you run naked? "

Zhan Lu solemnly explained his functions: "Sir, strictly speaking, without a fuselage, I just can't implement some functions as mechas, but the functions of artificial intelligence are not affected and the energy consumption is very low."

After hearing this, Lin Jingheng stuffed the cigarette butt into his mouth worriedly, hoping that Zhan Lu was a taciturn artificial intelligence retarded.

"For example, invade the surveillance system within a certain range and pay attention to the external situation in real time." Zhan Lu seemed to show that he not only had the function of "chat". Countless shadows flashed quickly in the green iris, and accurately saw the real scene through the monitoring of the mecha dock. He observed for a moment and reported, "Mr. Spencer's Self-Defense Force mutiny."

"Musliance?" Lin Jingheng looked up inexplicably, "I'm leaving Spencer in the dungeon so quickly?"

Zhan Lu: "Wait a moment, we are analyzing the lips..."

Lin Jingheng blew the ashes in his palm. After a little accident, he didn't take it to heart. He listened to it as a relief. In his eyes, the base was like a broiler farm that he picked up. The broiler flapped his wings and chirped. If it was too big, it would be impossible to kill a group of them. Although it was a bit troublesome, there was no loss.

He shook his head: "These people are quite loyal."

"No," Zhanlu finished his analysis and replied, "the reason for the mutiny was the personal anger of the Self-Defense Forces against Mr. Spencer. Now they think Mr. Spencer is pretending to be dead and want to ask him for an explanation."

"Internal strife," Lin Jingheng sounded a little fresh, "Why? Because he led the wolf into the house?"

Zhanlu: "Because he surrendered in time."

Lin Jingheng: “…”

The mechas that were dragged back were piled up in a mess, and the mutiny self-defense team members were crowded in a small square, some standing and shouting slogans, and some people were on the ground and unable to roll.

Lu Bixing spent the night before yesterday in the robot's workshop. The workshop was less than twenty meters away from the small square, allowing him to hear everyone clearly.

"I just left the atmosphere not long after I almost ran into the energy tower and almost turned into a roasted suckling pig!"

"Do you know how terrible it is to drive the mecha to the sky? There is nothing around, and you can't see your fingers. What do you think of us? Are you the elite in the Garden of Eden who even has the right brain? "

"Just, don't fart, how many people are afraid of heights? How many people are afraid of darkness? How many people are claustrophobic? Ah? You are so awesome, the sky is coming up, why don't you treat us first?"

"When I meet someone, I will fire the fire before I see who it is. Who do you think you are? The Ten Silver Guards? I almost told you because of you!"

"You dare to fight the one-eyed eagle, you wet the bed when he was selling mechas!"

"If you have the ability, you can beat it yourself! What kind of onion cloves of garlic can you put on it!"

"Yes, if you have the ability, you can drive it yourself!"

"Stir! Don't pretend to be dead!"

"Get out!"

These people were brought down by Lin Jingheng outside the atmosphere of the base. They had just arrived dead and dragged back to the mecha. The black universe was deprived of their spiritual network authority. They floated in the empty vacuum without a joke. Without strong physical and psychological qualities, fear alone could drive people crazy.

The residents of the base arrived early in the morning. They were planning to come to work for the little porn movies. After watching the causes and consequences, they couldn't help but feel sad. They also felt that the stinky sister was not a thing. Soon, more and more people joined the revolutionary team, and finally even the door of the workroom was blocked, pushing, yelling, and making a mess.

Things started to be a little out of control.

At this time, the small window on the side of the workroom was knocked. Lu Bixing looked up and saw the self-defense team members poking their heads in on Saturday: "Open the window, I have something in my hand!"

Zhou Liu looked like a minor, but his skills were a bit military. He held a bulky lunch box in his hand and climbed to the second floor with one hand. He stretched out his arms with one hand and jumped in through the window: "The breakfast in Fat Sister's shop also has soup inside. I'm afraid that it will spill all the way and I'm exhausted."

Lu Bixing was hungry and suddenly felt that this child on Saturday was righteous and Yuntian, so he hurriedly took it over: "How do you know I'm here?"

"Your student said," said Saturday. "It was said that you couldn't calculate the homework you assigned. I'm going to ask you. I saw that someone was making trouble here, so I didn't let them come over. Don't look at these people, it's really urgent. You can do anything. They are not familiar with the base and girls, which is too dangerous."

At this time, don’t worry about the energy reform plan. Lu Bixing drank half of the soup. When he heard that the students were coming, he quickly threw the soup bowl aside and sent White a message to the base’s intranet, asking them to go back to the Self-Defense Force administrative building and follow the One-Eyed Eagle or General Lin, not to come out.

"How could this happen?"

Saturday shrugged: "There were conflicts at the beginning, and they all opposed the stinky sister buying that bunch of mechas and weapons."

Lu Bixing: "Why?"

"Because it's expensive. It's about one or two months before Prince Kelly entered the country. We've received the news - underground waterways, you know, on the surface, we don't go outside the territory. In fact, many people will go outside the territory to do black market business for money. When earthquakes come, mice in the sewer often get the news first." On Saturday, he lowered his head, lit a cigarette in an experienced manner, leaned against the window, looking a little tired. He had a baby face, and the circle on his lips seemed to be fluffy, and he looked like a minor. At this time, it seemed that

Inexplicably mature, it makes people feel that he may not be as young as he looks. "At that time, people in the underground waterway were panic. Everyone stopped their business and decided collectively that we secretly knew about it. We must not leak it out. Whoever leaked it will die. The smelly sister said at that time that she must buy a batch of mechas to defend herself. Many people opposed it. The price of a mecha can store supplies to support how many people can be raised? But this waterway and this base are all from the Spencer family. He is the boss. He insists on his own way, and we can't do anything about it."

Lu Bixing: "It's cheap and good to behave. No matter how expensive the mecha is, you have given less than 30% of the deposit. Spencer is so knowledgeable about cheating, and he still has to worry about money?"

Saturday was silent for a while and bounced ash on the windowsill: "Indeed, in addition to being expensive, the main reason is that they are afraid of causing trouble. You have also seen, who are these people? After being a mouse for a long time, they forgot that they are human beings. They think that as long as they hold their tails and hide in the base honestly, they can live a life of silence. In this way, they blatantly get a bunch of mechas and arms. What if they are discovered by interstellar pirates and alliances and mistakenly considered militants?"

Lu Bixing looked at him: "You don't think so."

"I don't." Saturday lowered his voice and turned his head to look at the angry crowd. "I don't think there is any benefit of being nervous every day and leaving fate all day long. Instead of hiding in the gutter, I would rather drive the mecha to fight in the sky. Even if I die, I will seek death by myself and not blame my life."

He finished speaking and heard someone yelling from the Self-Defense Force members who were making trouble downstairs: "It's useless to yell here. Let's go to the Self-Defense Force building and drag the stinky sister out!"

"Go to the Self-Defense Force Building!"

"Fuck him!"

Lu Bixing suddenly stepped forward and opened the window: "Oh no."

"Your students are also in the administrative building, aren't you?" Zhou Saturday quickly pinched his cigarette and said quickly, "Will you climb over the wall? I'll take you to take a small path to find them."

Lu Bixing shook his head with a serious expression. He was not worried about the safety of the students, but was afraid that this group of mobs would make trouble in front of Lin Jingheng in ignorantly. Once the general was angry, he would fry all these people into meat fillings if he couldn't make trouble.

The entire base is divided into mecha docking area and civilian area, and the administrative building is on the dividing line between the two, very close to the mecha docking station. The angry tour/travel team can reach the administrative building within 15 minutes at most. Lu Bixing couldn't imagine Lin's expression when they blocked the door and scolded him.

According to Lu Bixing's own analysis, Lin reluctantly agreed to give him three months yesterday, but it was already the result of his betrayal of his own appearance. What should I do now?

Could it be that you want to sell your body?

Although the situation was already very urgent, Lu Shengren, who was about to sell himself to save the person, was still imaginative for a second. Fortunately, he could tell the difference between priorities and after realizing it, he quickly dragged his "Taolang Tiantian" mind back, cleared his throat hard, and opened his personal terminal.

The three-dimensional base map was immediately laid out in the work room, and Lu Bixing quickly intervened in the road network monitoring, and dozens of surveillance images floated above two people's heads at the same time.

Saturday recognized the Mutiny Self-Defense Force's route: "They are about to reach the north exit of the stop, where there is a roadblock!"

As he finished speaking, Lu Bixing touched the roadblock controller, and a "rumbling" sounded immediately from afar. During the surveillance, an iron barrier dozens of meters high rose out of nowhere, blocking the angry crowd behind.

Saturday high-five: "Awesome!"

Just as Lu Bixing was about to be gentle and modest, the smile on his face had not yet taken shape, he saw the mutiny Self-Defense Force gathering behind the railway barricade, spontaneously forming a human-shaped body to hit the wood. Someone shouted slogans, and the crowd gathered together with arms and hands, and furiously crashed into the road barricade in a regular manner.

They were like a pile of sand on the interstellar battlefield, but they hit their own door but found a high degree of organizational discipline, like a well-trained team!

What's even more terrible is that the railway barricade may have not been maintained for hundreds of years. The anti-rust isolation layer is mottled. The spotted rust has corroded many bearings. It is a useless item. After being hit by the crowd a few times, it is shaking.

At this time, Lin Jingheng walked out of Chongsan's storage room and could hear their shouts of "one two" and "one two" hitting the door. Four students ran upstairs in panic: "General Lin, they..."

Lin Jingheng patted White on the shoulder and ordered: "Go back to the room."

White shuddered in a ruthless and cold agreement when he remembered his "three months" and ruthless agreement.

One-eyed eagle came down from the room upstairs: "What's going on?"

Lin Jingheng did not answer, connected to Zhanlu's spiritual network, and the huge spiritual network covered the entire base. The next moment, the mechas that were originally tilted and tilted stood up slowly one by one, lit up a cold green light. The outermost row of mechas quietly raised particle cannons and aimed neatly at the crowd that was hitting the door.

"You should teach him how to make choices, rather than wanting to find a solution to everything that is the best of both worlds." Lin Jingheng glanced at the one-eyed eagle with the corner of his eyes, and his thin lips almost sniffled out a few words, "Traffic is garbage."

The preheating of the particle cannon made the base's fragile energy system send a high-energy warning. Lu Bixing's pupils suddenly shrank. The next moment, the railway barricade collapsed, and the self-defense team members who knew nothing about him seemed to have achieved great victory and screamed in a carnival style.

Lin Jingheng issued a particle cannon firing command with expressionless face.

The lit air quickly heated up, and first it seemed as if a few blood-red flowers had exploded out of thin air, and soon turned from red to white, rolling towards the troublemakers like sunrise.

At the same time, Lu Bixing's finger almost became a afterimage. At the critical moment, he called out the vulnerable defense net of the base and grabbed it hard, concentrating the defense net covering the entire base to a point, barely forming a wall, standing between the Self-Defense Force and the particle cannon.

The particle cannon hit the protective net on his head, and the protective net fell apart. The entire mecha docking station was trembling. The walls of the small building in the robot workroom fell all over the ground. The mecha that emitted the particle cannon in front collectively took a step back, and the people close to it were shocked and dropped. At the same time, the energy of the particle cannon quickly decayed in the protective net and its aftermath, and soon disappeared. A gust of breeze passed through the Self-Defense Force and whistled into the alleys of the residential houses.

Lu Bixing knew that Lin must know that he was doing it, but he might not necessarily give him face.

For Lin Jingheng, it is easy to start the second row of particle cannons, but there is no second protective net for this breaking base, so Lu Bixing can block it.

On Saturday, he saw him hesitating on the spot for less than half a second and suddenly summoned several robots.

"That's the robot of the medical team," Saturday asked inexplicably, "what are you doing?"

"Insert a prop." Lu Bixing took out a small sterile bag, and a small biochip was quietly soaked inside. He put the sterile bag into the hands of the medical robot and quickly set up the "implantation" program. Several medical robots circled him, and several thin lines were drawn in the air to separate a temporary operating room. Then, a disinfection spray suddenly rose and covered Lu Bixing. He had no time to use anesthetics, and the biochip entered his body without saying a word. The severe pain made his knees soft.

The next moment, a familiar sense of power spread along his central nerves to his whole body, and his knees knocked a hole on the ground.

Lu Bixing didn't have time to stand up, and he had already brought the "camouflage" and "invisible" functions of biochips to the extreme-

Everyone in the Self-Defense Force only felt a "buzzing" sound in their minds. Then, the houses and streets on one side suddenly disappeared in a white light. The crooked jujubes and jujubes at the mecha dock behind them transformed together. The logo of the interstellar pirate Prince Kelly's guard was in front. The oval heavy mecha seemed to come from the end of the world, and the muzzle was on the front. The hideous pirate logo seemed to be roaring.
Chapter completed!