When Lu Bixing heard the sound was wrong, he jumped off the mecha platform and looked back and found it too late.

He was more than 800 meters away from the nearest mecha, but there was no human-shaped mecha core around him that could overturn the base at any time. He searched all over his body, and there was only a spatula with a curved handle!

Huang Jingshu was on the mecha platform. She had just tried to hang the spirit net, and the matching degree was almost 53%. The human-machine link was shaking, like a spider silk that could be blown away by a gust of wind. She gritted her teeth, calmed down, and worked very hard to adapt to the mecha perspective. Unexpectedly, just as she successfully turned to the mecha perspective, she saw this scene head-on, which scared her to almost disconnect from the spirit net.

Starting from Lu Bixing and his friends knocking on the pot, the idle people in the base gathered outside the mecha station, looked around and witnessed the sudden accident together. Screams and screams rang everywhere. A former self-defense force member with serious psychological disorders grabbed the railing: "The mecha is not something that ordinary people can drive, I said it! Why don't you believe it!"

Lu Bixing didn't care about him, turned his head and ran to the nearest mecha, and at the same time he called out the base permissions, trying to forcefully close the acceleration track with external force.

But even if the acceleration stopped, the mecha's huge inertia was still not braked by the weak friction force. The acceleration track roared and changed the track, stretched up as much as possible, and dangerously avoided the cooling tower and suspended power station, and a hideous spark burst out from the contact area.

At 800 meters, without the help of any tools, the world record of the man's Scud is close to one and a half minutes, and one and a half minutes are enough for a mecha to knock out the thin artificial atmosphere of the base.

Lu Bixing remotely opened the contact station and shouted at the out-of-control driver: "Control your spiritual network!"

However, the driver had lost consciousness under the strong stimulation, and the foam he spitted out almost choked him to the point of suffocation. The matching degree of man-machine quickly dropped below 50%, and the link to the spirit network suddenly disconnected.

The closed acceleration track cannot dissipate heat and has obviously overheated. The alarm sounds of the entire mecha station are ringing.

The worst thing is that at the same time, other mechas connected to each other by the intranet and the contact station also saw the scene on the ground, and panic quickly spread from the ground to the sky. Some mecha drivers' psychological quality was not up to standard, and the matching degree of many mechas began to fluctuate.

In the blink of an eye, three or four people had disconnected from their own spiritual network. The protective mesh that had just formed was full of holes, and fear was still spreading-

The one-eyed eagle cursed, "The mud cannot support the wall", sinking consciousness into the spiritual network, gritting his teeth to try to fill the gap. He was carrying eight unmanned mechas on his back. As the burden continued to increase, there was soon sign of mental overload. The spiritual network of the small mechas was not as wide as Zhan Lu, and it did not have such a wide coverage area. Even if he was forced to overload his mental power, he could only control the problems in a small area nearby, and he was beyond his reach in the distance.

At this time, Saturday's voice suddenly came from the intranet of the communications network.

Saturday: "Leave it to me!"

The one-eyed eagle felt blood coming out of its gums, and a mouth full of blood: "Can you do it?"

Saturday: "What else can I do if I don't do it!"

During the holiday, Conch, who fucked him hard to make a sound, shouted: "Mom!"

The one-eyed eagle is absolutely unlucky: "Where is your lucky curse?"

When constructing the mecha defense cover, Lu Bixing considered emergencies. He first counted the number of experienced drivers, and then arranged these people separately according to the coverage of the mecha spirit network, just to make them take care of the people around him if someone suddenly disconnected. The one-eyed eagle heard it and thought he was nonsense because these so-called "more experienced" were the patrol team they met when they first came to the base. It was thankful that he had not disconnected himself. He still hoped that they would take care of others?

Who knew that so many problems arose before the protective cover was built, and it really had to do this!

On the ground, the acceleration track had been pulled to the extreme. Lu Bixing caught a glimpse of Huang Jingshu's mecha parked outside the track: "Xiao Huang!"

His voice directly followed the contactor and crashed into Huang Jingshu's ear, and the girl shuddered.

Lu Bixing: "You have learned this!"

Yes, at that time, Lin personally took them to experience how to extend, spread the spiritual network, and how to invade the other party's mecha at the overlapping of the spiritual network.

But...how is it possible?

Half an hour ago, she thought she wanted to be a human-shaped mascot and was dragged to heaven by Lu Bixing.

Now he let her hold up an out-of-control mecha alone?

Sometimes, a second may be infinitely long. In an instant, Huang Jingshu's thoughts circled the eight galaxies three times, lingering in countless legendary miracle places, trying to find evidence that "people can create miracles". However, the vast and boundless interstellar alliance, the unsurpassed Garden of Eden, the interstellar channel, exhausted all the beautiful scenery that she could not imagine and could not describe... They were too far away and unreal for her, a little girl with a elliptic cerebral disease who had fallen into the eight galaxies, and they were too far away and unreal, and could not give her any power.

One side of the out-of-control mecha had already left the track, Huang Jingshu's eyes followed it, her vision narrowed to only a small strip, as if everything else in the world except her and this out-of-control mecha had disappeared.

She heard her heartbeat, her rapid breathing, and repeatedly gave futile orders to the mecha that she did not obey. A desperate thought broke out and she thought: "I can't do it."

However, just as the moment the out-of-control mecha began to roll over, the spiritual net that had been repelling her finally moved hesitantly and slowly, as if he had touched some switch by accident, and the spiritual net suddenly spread out.

It should be said to be luck.

Or perhaps, every turning point in the world is accompanied by this little luck.

In the time and space like smoke, from light to the universe, to the folded quantum and the joys and sorrows of the world, all accompanied by cold probability. The dices do not stop rotating in destiny, nor do they stop running towards the next unknown direction.

Huang Jingshu took a breath. She suddenly captured the interface of the out-of-control mecha on the spiritual network she had displayed. She rushed forward with all her might as well as she rushed up the spider's head without hesitation. She seemed to be split into two, and the pressure brought to her by the spiritual network suddenly doubled, but at the same time, she successfully invaded the other party's spiritual network!

She was like a person who was washed away by a flood and caught a handful of thorn vines on the mountain wall. In this case, she had no time to consider whether it hurts or whether it hurts or not. She could only try her best to catch what she could.

"Stop." she thought.

The out-of-control mecha continued to tilt down with her out-of-control consciousness, ignoring the girl's faint voice.

"Stop! Stop me!"

At this time, someone from the base surrounding the surroundings suddenly spoke: "Stop!"

They shouted like this, the first sound was a little messy, but the second sound had already become a scale, and people's voices joined in like a river flowing into the sea: "Stop!"

The out-of-control mecha had been crooked by more than 45 degrees and was about to turn over. However, strangely, the panicked crowd seemed to have found a unified voice. No one screamed anymore, and no one ran around anymore. They said in unison: "Stop!"

At the critical moment, Lu Bixing finally touched the mecha. At the same time, the reverse braking function of the out-of-control mecha was successfully activated, and the skewed side sprayed out, pushing it slowly!

The spiritual network released by Lu Bixing immediately covered up. Huang Jingshu and the uncontrolled mecha had a dangerously stopped at 50%. Lu Bixing followed the gap. In order not to squeeze out the girl's fragile consciousness and hurt her, his operation was extremely delicate and subtle, and he just stopped his matching degree at 50%. Then, using this delicate balance, he dragged the uncontrolled mecha and finally stopped at the edge of the acceleration track.

Then he said to Huang Jingshu very gently on the intranet: "Girl, withdraw slowly, slow down, don't be nervous, you are the most talented student I have ever met."

Huang Jingshu instinctively followed his instructions and slowly retracted the spiritual net she had spread. It was not until this time that she realized that in the thrilling moment, her rapidly rising blood pressure broke the capillaries and the nosebleed had already flowed into her mouth.

A crying cheer broke out in the crowd.

At the same time, dozens of official self-defense team members in the sky actually seemed to be the steel bars of the entire protective cover, holding back the comrades who had lost their chains around them.

It seems that there is really a dead ghost who is blessed by the spirit of heaven.

Twenty minutes later, Lu Bixing readjusted the acceleration track and carried the damaged mecha and the injured person out to the infirmary, asking Huang Jingshu to go first. Then, he took another nine unmanned mechas onto the track and arranged them in sequence.

The moment the three hundred mechas ended and connected, it seemed like a closed-circuit loop was formed. All the ports seemed to be connected together, and the spiritual network was actually interconnected!

Originally, everyone seemed to carry a heavy stone on their shoulders, and they were struggling to walk. At this time, the stones were connected into a stone slab and fell evenly on everyone. Everyone was freed from the unsustainable spiritual network!

After a while on Saturday, he came to his senses and asked, "This is what you pretended to last night...What is this?"

Lu Bixing's voice did not pass through the intranet or through the ground contact center, but rang directly in his ears through the spiritual network: "This is called a 'iron cable', which is achieved using port resonance, which is similar to the principle of remote control of mechas, but it is rarely used in actual combat, and is generally more common in the performance of the guard of honor."

"Why?" White asked with great exploratory spirit, "If everyone is connected like this in actual combat, wouldn't it be very convenient to resist the other party's invasion?"

Lu Bixing laughed: "Everyone saves effort, but everyone's control over the spiritual network is also decreasing. You drive your own and you have to bump into each other. So many people drive so many mechas, isn't it a mess? Speaking of which, does our school focus too much on theory and over literature? Why, have you never heard of the story of "burning camps in the fire"?"

The cockfighting asked: "What's the fire?"

Lu Bixing sighed: "I haven't heard of the Huo Shao Company. I have heard of the story of Prince Kelly's guard attacking the honor guard on the outer edge of the Third Galaxy a few years ago... Old Lu, don't be excited, I'm just talking about the matter now, I didn't mention him!"

Everyone burst into laughter.

Someone yelled in the spiritual network: "Teacher Lu, is your school still recruiting people?"

"Teacher Lu, do you want students who are over the age? Although I am 102 years old, I am still very young inside."

"Teacher Lu, can you choose the subjects for the entrance examination by yourself? I still can't recognize the text of the alliance. Please let me take the physical education exam."

"Teacher Lu..."

The bright white light of the protective cover swept across the atmosphere like fish scales. When people at the base looked up, they could see the original blue sky and sunlight being refracted by the extra protective cover, forming one flowing rainbow after another, passing by the horizon like a kite, or returning again.

Several surveillance cameras at the mecha station were loyal to each other and passed the scene to Lin Jingheng on the way back. He had stopped writing at some point and looked at the base silently, watching them organize the mecha protective covers dangerously until the simple protective covers were formed, and the people on the ground jumped and jumped like a festival.

Zhan Lu caught the gap between two pieces of music in his headphones and said something as he tried to find a moment. He asked, "Sir, are you smiling?"

"You've seen it wrong." Lin Jingheng withdrew his gaze expressionlessly and glanced at the coordinates where the mecha was located. At this moment, his after-light glance swept across the energy fluctuation diagram next to the coordinates.

It is a small picture as big as a palm, monitoring the gravity, cosmic rays, etc. in the surrounding environment in real time, and drawing a complex picture for computer analysis.

Lin Jingheng lived to this age and spent most of his life on the fighter mecha. He glanced at the shape of the energy fluctuation chart and suddenly had an indescribable intuition: "Zhan Lu, cover the spiritual network in Beijing, and then open your scanning range to the maximum."

"Yes," Zhan Lu said, reporting after a moment, "there is no abnormality within the scanning radius."

Lin Jingheng: "Use the nearest six transition points to expand the scanning radius."

Zhanlu reminds: "Sir, remote scanning is very power-consuming, our energy is not..."

Lin Jingheng: "Sweep."

Zhanlu passed through the transition point in response, and his limited vision immediately expanded to endless time and space. At the same time, Mecha Beijing felt that its energy reserves had evaporated out of thin air and issued an alarm in dissatisfaction.

The next moment, a cluster of silhouettes were suddenly locked by Zhanlu, and Lin Jingheng's eyes suddenly condensed - it was a ghostly mecha team, with heavy armor as the core, and there were at least hundreds of combat mechas around, quickly and silently passing through Zhanlu's somewhat blurred vision. Well-trained, the pirate flag of Prince Kelly's guards was printed on the abdomen of each mecha.

"Sir," Zhan Lu quickly evaluated the opponent's combat effectiveness. "They have formed a medium-sized mechanical team, with live ammunition, as if trying to search for an underground channel that misses the net."

A medium-sized mechanical team, if it is in the league, must be led by a major general or above.

It can destroy Beijing beta star in a few minutes.

"The Egret Star is remote and is often the docking point of various underground channel. They exploded the Egret, probably just to completely clear the underground channel." Lin Jingheng whispered, "The other party's navigation direction is the underground channel close to the base."

Lin Jingheng is currently on the underground channel of the base, and he is at this location and can already connect to the base's intranet, which means that if the pirates walk a little further, the intranet will enter their detection range.

Those idiots who are still ignorantly celebrating the mecha heaven will be exposed to the pirates' noses.

Can't let them move forward any more.

Lin Jingheng suddenly stood up, stretched out his hand, and half a complete military surveying and mapping were laid out in front of him. His fingers quickly passed through several of the jump points, and countless data from simulated routes jumped out. He completed the path screening within ten seconds, turned around and ordered Zhan Lu: "Prepare for a jump."

"Sir," Zhan Lu said quietly, "The last backup energy is less than 60% of the power supply, the power system is more than half damaged, and the defense system is almost ineffective. This time the mission is a surveying and mapping task. In order to reduce the load, the mecha's arsenal is equipped with only three missiles and six particle cannons - three missiles you have used - do you want to use a pile of broken copper and iron to fight the entire pirate team alone? I hope you consider other plans."

Lin Jingheng turned his head to look at the surveillance screen.

It was just a cluster of high-energy particles flowing. In his opinion, it was only a limited point stronger than the solar storm of the eighth sun, which made these people feel thrilling to unite to resist natural disasters and man-made disasters.

They have no household registration or identity, they are thieves and smugglers, and even in the eighth galaxy where garbage is piled up, they are not worth mentioning.

Perhaps for these wastes, gathering up three hundred mechas to go to heaven was a great achievement that they could not imagine in their entire lives.

Under the surveillance camera, several children chased and ran to the administrative building, chirping and setting off a handful of homemade fireworks. Unconsciously, the boss of the base was squatting in the underground prison next door, fighting and joking by.

Lin Jingheng blew out of his nose, as if he let out a slight sarcasm.
Chapter completed!