General Lin ordered that the Ten Silver Guards did not dare to say "no". They were blocked by a mecha nuclear that was almost out of power. He was almost shocked and choked for a moment. Lin Jingheng said: "You have illegally downloaded some unruly data, and got infected with the virus..."

Before the word "virus" was clearly stated, a powerful soothing agent swept across his body.

The name of "suppressant" is very fresh, but it has nothing to do with the soothing mask for treating acne. It penetrates extremely fast. Once it enters the human body, it will spread to the whole body within a few minutes. It feels like every nerve is pulled out and electric shocked. Lin Jingheng's voice instantly stuttered in his throat, his breathing is interrupted, his neck is tense as if it is about to break, his fingers suddenly tighten, and the meridians on his naked arms seem to be about to break out.

However, at the same time, the matching degree, which dropped to about 80% due to fatigue, instantly rose to the extreme value of human-machine matching.

The strong stimulation of the soothing agent lasts about one minute, and then causes multiple muscle spasms throughout the body.

While he was breathing violently, Lin Jingheng skillfully smoothed the muscles and bones that were separated. The dark underground channel was clearly visible in his eyes. The floating objects that occasionally flew by seemed to have collectively slowed down. Just now, the mecha, which was crawling in the crab, shook slightly, adjusted a subtle angle, and almost gracefully accelerated the channel with a one-sided power system.

Zhan Lu waited motionlessly: "Sir, according to the AI ​​code, when the AI ​​evaluates, it is possible to disobey the order to a certain extent. I refuse to execute the shut-up order because I must remind you that when you are in the Silver Fortress, you have had very serious abuse of soothing agents. In the past five years, I think your symptoms have been relieved, but just now..."

Lin Jingheng straightened his cramped calves, moved his ankles slightly, stood up with his collar, and took a cup of saline to interrupt him: "Why don't I know that soothing agents are also included in the drug category?"

"Suppressants are potions that forcefully improve the matching of human-machine under extreme conditions," the robotic Zhanlu put his four fingers together and made a gesture of swearing to the sky, as if he wanted to emphasize that he was serious. "No one will use soothing agents when the matching degree is 80%.

Lin Jingheng smiled a little harshly: "That's right, some waste may never know what 80% is in their entire lives."

Zhanlu continued to use a swearing gesture and said: "We are discussing your issue, why do you want to express discriminatory views on unrelated people?"

"This value deviates from my average value by more than 10%. Isn't this an extreme situation in actual combat? What's the problem?"

"This only means that you are extremely tired and your mental power is overdrawing." Zhan Lu said seriously, "When the route is determined, the mecha's automatic driving function is to allow the driver to disconnect the mental network and rest. You are constantly opening the mental network in the mecha. Even if more than one person on the mecha can act as a driver, according to the mecha's operating specifications, you are operating in violation of regulations... Sir, wait a minute, you are operating in violation of regulations."

In order not to listen to his nagging, Lin Jingheng hung up an in-ear headphones and played a charming country tune. At the same time, he decisively disassembled the Zhanlu Spirit Network, which was stacked with the Beijing Mecha Spirit Network, completely blocked Zhanlu in the two dimensions of reality and spirit network. While accelerating the return flight, he carefully compiled the surveying and mapping map.

At this time, less than twenty-four hours before the high-energy particle flow reached the base, the 284 "mecha drivers" who were hard to describe had arrived at the mecha station. After the assembly, everyone carried the number corresponding to the mecha, scratching their heads, and in different shapes, they looked like the shooting scene of the animal world.

Four students were sending out the launch plan according to the number - the plan was an audio, using the sound of a conch as thick as a conch during the holiday. They talked about the starting method of each specific mecha, the launch order, the staying position, the opening time of the protective cover, how the protective cover docks with the adjacent mecha... and how to use diapers correctly in space.

This was taken by his stolen team on Saturday, with four students, after listening to Lu Bixing's explanation, and rushed out all night. After recording more than 200 audios, the announcer lost his voice during the holiday.

Lu Bixing still has the last hope for human intelligence, and also released the construction principle of the mecha protective cover on the three-dimensional screen, trying to make the drivers understand what they were about to do, but he wrinkled his tongue and only gained a bunch of blank eyes.

Lu Bixing poured half a bottle of mineral water in one breath and waved his hand: "Forget it, just go on it-Dad, there are sixteen drones left. Can we split it in half? Will it be too forced to have a spiritual net with eight drones?"

The one-eyed eagle was angry when he saw him, snorted, turned around and left.

"Eight UAV drones?" asked in a low voice, "How to do this? Didn't you say you are a teacher... I think you are not a special forces soldier in the secret force, right?"

"Of course not. Practice makes perfect. Playing the piano requires ten fingers." Lu Bixing said, "Do you know what the special forces of the secret troops are like?"

Saturday shook his head sincerely.

Lu Bixing smiled and didn't say anything further - the special forces of the secret force, someone else used a mecha core in a distant administrative building to pry thirty-six docked mechas in a few seconds, and exploded the entire base's protective net with one shot.

At this time, the one-eyed eagle had already driven his mecha on the track, and the crowd exclaimed awesome - eight drones followed obediently behind him, each of which was equally spaced. When flying past the acceleration track, they were like an arrogant corpse driver and his zombie legion. The deafening noise sounded, and the thermoelectric devices outside the cooling tower emitted magnificent light. Nine mechas took off at the same time, neatly as if they were one.

Zhou Liu ignored the strong light and put on a pergola in his hand, looking at the direction where the mecha disappeared without blinking. Just when Lu Bixing thought he was going to exclaim with others, Zhou Liu suddenly turned his head, and his soft baby face turned hard, and said word by word: "If what you said is true, then one day, I can do this too."

After saying that, he waved his hand suddenly: "Self-Defense Force! All the official members, follow me!"

The official members of the Self-Defense Force are quite good, and they dare to drive the mecha to a place outside of two sailing days to launch missiles. After receiving the command, they went on track one by one, one by one.

Twenty minutes later, all the ones who looked a little were already in the sky, but there were only one-sixth of the mechas flying out of the atmosphere. The remaining crooked melons and cracked dates were hard bones.

Lu Bixing's eyes swept across the crowd and slowed down his speech: "After getting on the mecha, you can turn on the portable audio... When you connect to the Spirit Network, you can stand on my left hand side, and if you can't listen, stand on my right hand side... Okay, comrades on the left hand side, please raise the number and guidance audio in your hands first, and set off in turn... What's wrong?"

"Teacher Lu, how can I not run into the mechas in front, back and left and right? If the mechas in front run too slowly and I accidentally rear-end the collision, how can I brake on the acceleration track?"

Faced with this problem of being very safe driving, Lu Bixing squeezed out a smile.

Five minutes later, White asked for an aluminum alloy pan from Fat Sister, connected the speaker, lifted the spatula inverted, and hit the bottom of the pot heavily. The speaker sent the sound effect to the entire base. Everyone was shocked by the earth-shaking gong.

"After someone left, you prepare. When you hear the gong, you start it." Lu Bixing said patiently, "It's as simple as jumping into the fire circle, go."

Soon, everyone who could learn to learn to the sky under audio guidance was all in their place, and there were more than 80 nail houses left on the ground.

Lu Bixing clapped his hands to the students who took turns beating the gong... The pot clapped his hands: "Jingshu followed me, the others were ready for the mecha first, letting you get used to the spirit network for half an hour, and then starting - remember what it felt like on Zhanlu? White, you have been gaining muscles recently and are in good condition, so don't be nervous; don't panic when Vitas goes up, and occasionally learn to believe your intuition; mint..."

"I know, there are many people outside, and I can see it when I connect to the spirit net." Mint tied her long hair into a ponytail and pressed the brim down, "Don't worry, Mr. Lu."

"Okay, people have to learn to walk by themselves and get in place." Lu Bixing nodded, waved his hand at them, then licked his lips that were chapped, and glanced at him, the old, weak, sick and disabled, "Since the rest of you cannot listen to audio on the spiritual network, I may have higher requirements for you. I will give you half an hour to memorize the operation process, then line up, everyone came to me to recite the qualified ones."

The old, weak, sick and disabled looked at each other.

Lu Bixing picked up the spatula and knocked it on the pan. The "bang" sounded like an alternative class bell. Everyone picked up their own operation process and recited the book "buzzing".

Huang Jingshu had no expression on her face, and she lowered her head and kicked the small stone on the ground. In the background sound like chanting scriptures, she said: "Mr. Lu, you want to drag an extra drone to let me go up and pretend to be so as not to be too shameless in front of my classmates in the future."

"I don't care about you. Eight drones are enough for me," Lu Bixing said. "You are leaving behind to say a few words to you. I have read several academic reports on the research of "empty cerebral syndrome" in the past few days. I want to communicate with you."

Huang Jingshu smiled briefly: "What's wrong with you, who is talking about bald donkeys in front of the monk?"

Lu Bixing ignored her: "The manifestation of vitiligo cerebral disease is poor human-machine contact. It is not clear about its cause and mechanism. Some experts believe that vitiligo cerebral disease is actually not a disease, but people confuse all the symptoms of 'man-machine contact'."

Huang Jingshu lacks interest: "Oh."

Lu Bixing: "If we look at it from this broad standard, I can also say it is a vitiligo syndrome."

Huang Jingshu was speechless for a moment: "...Mr. Lu, you have also tried to make chicken soup."

"What's wrong with chicken soup? When the base supplies are tight and you can't eat meat, you'll dream about drinking chicken soup. Let's see who will cook it for you." Lu Bixing said, "Of course, I'm not born. When I was a child, I had a serious illness due to some reasons and almost couldn't survive. My father used some unconventional medical methods. One of the sequelae was that I was unable to control my body for a time - you can understand it as poor nerve contact, and the signals from the brain could not be effectively transmitted to the corresponding organs."

Huang Jingshu could not imagine her limited common sense, so she had to ask: "It's similar to paralysis?"

"It's almost the same," Lu Bixing nodded vaguely. "It's better to be in his teens, so you can imagine that the organs on his body are poor, let alone human-machine contact. The entire Eighth Galaxy mecha passed by my old man. Usually, this thing is parked at the door as a door god. Old Lu's old and unreasonable thing went out to eat, drink, gamble, and was too lazy to call a taxi. He drove a mecha and ran away. At that time, I felt that it was abnormal that I was the only one in the world, and I was the only one who was rejected by the spiritual network."

Huang Jingshu looked at him, then looked at the eight drones waiting next to her: "Mr. Lu, do I look very good at cheating?"

Lu Bixing thought about it: "For the first time I came into contact with the Mecha Spirit Network, ordinary people feel that they are overwhelmed by massive information, and then they are dizzy and nausea. However, people with poor contact have much milder nausea symptoms. Their more feelings are tinnitus and dizziness. Because there is a barrier to receiving information, you just think that something has penetrated your eardrum and hit your chest, but you can't see what it is."

Huang Jingshu suddenly raised her head.

Lu Bixing spread his hands at her: "I thought at the time that this is too unfair. I must transform a mecha that I can control, so I dismantled my dad's countless inventory, and the direct economic loss is probably enough to build ten Xinghai Academy... Of course, the teacher does not encourage you to do the same, because the teacher is so poor that he doesn't have that much money to burn for you."

Huang Jingshu: "Have you succeeded? Have you...you created a mecha that can be used even with vitiligo cerebral syndrome?"

Lu Bixing turned his head and glanced at her, and the girl couldn't help but hold her breath.

"Of course not." Lu Bixing said, "It's so easy. The alliance has been created long ago - they can even create Zhanlu. Are you waiting for me? Use your brain when listening to the lecture!"

Huang Jingshu: “…”

"But when I was as old as you, I thought I had found the right direction and created a theory - of course, now it seems that it is basically nonsense. I handed this theory to my father and asked him to help me realize it, and told him that after making such a mecha, he was the richest man in the next eighth galaxy. My father didn't say anything after reading it, but after a while, he really brought me a mecha and told me that it was successful. I remember the excitement at that time, just like..."

Lu Bixing paused for a moment. He wanted to give an example, but he thought of Lin Jingheng for no reason. When he confirmed that the person was interested in him, there was also the "received" reply from the Mecha Beijing to the contact station...

Lu Bixing quickly coughed dryly and cleared his distracting thoughts out of his throat: "...Anyway, I was very excited. When I went in, I saw that the noise of the spiritual network was indeed much smaller. I thought this was my mecha, so I touched it little by little and controlled it. After three days, I successfully drove it out of the atmosphere of Kelly Star. At that time, I thought, I was free, I defeated human physiological defects, and I would be the greatest mecha designer in human history in the future... Until I self-study the advanced mecha design theory with this swelling enthusiasm."

Huang Jingshu widened her eyes.

"I found that the theory I thought was original was falsified two hundred years ago, but at that time I could already use the mecha to transport tools. I took the 'special' mecha and found that it was something Lao Lu took from his inventory, but just asked someone to install a noise filter in the spiritual network. Lao Lu later admitted that he was just to coax me to play at that time. Unexpectedly, I believed it, and Unexpectedly, I drove it out." Lu Bixing said, taking out a small chip from his pocket and stuffing it to Huang Jingshu, "Give it, noise filter, I have been playing with it these two days, and installed it in a human-machine docking equipment. You should be safe now, right? Take it to try it."

After Lu Bixing finished speaking, he glanced at the time, picked up the spatula and knocked on the pan: "Time is up!"

The interview for Xinghai Kindergarten’s “primary to junior high school” has begun.

Everyone lined up in a row, shook their heads in front of Teacher Lu with their hands behind their backs and endorsed them. Sometimes cheating revealed each other. The scene was very chaotic for a while. On the track, White was the first to speed up the mecha. The silver little mecha drew a sharp white light in the air and flew steadily towards the established coordinates.

Then there were mint, cockfighting... One by one, the mechas were dangerously spreading their protective covers, thrillingly connecting with other mechas, stopping outside the atmosphere, and then becoming part of this artificial protective layer. The light of the energy tower swept through, and the energy on the surface of the protective cover was activated, emitting fluorescent visible light, wrapping the small base like silver satin.

Huang Jingshu boarded the mecha, took a deep breath, and installed a noise filter. Even though the interference sound was much smaller, the mental network was still very repulsive to her. I don’t know if it was an objective fact or a psychological factor. The girl closed her eyes, and all the mechanics and mecha operation theory that got up early and went to bed late, cried and swallowed.

"It's just a tool," she thought, "I can control it, and I've successfully invaded other people's spiritual networks on Zhanlu."

In the mecha station, Lu Bixing nodded at the last "endorsement driver" and signaled that he could go to the mecha, and went to ask for water for drinks with dry mouth.

The endorser's driver walked onto the mecha while still muttering his words to carry the target coordinates. The mecha door closed automatically, and the spiritual net wrapped around his consciousness like a vine. The driver was actually a formal member of the Self-Defense Force and could turn on the mecha. However, because Lin Jingheng pulled the spiritual net link in space, he fell into a strong psychological shadow. He thought he had overcome his fear, but when he met the spiritual net again, the painful memory defeated him.
Chapter completed!