"Zhanlu, the spiritual network covers the entire base. After three minutes, I will see the 'panoramic map', including all the energy reactions of nature and unnatural."

"Yes, sir."

"Control monitoring permissions, verify basic communication, close all human-machine ports, synchronize to everyone's terminal after the panoramic view comes out, and count the bases in six groups. All equipment should be archived, and the base code is -" Lin Jingheng wiped his hands clean, glanced over the base on Qimingxing, and paused slightly, "Temporarily set to be 'spmf1', referred to as Base No. 1."

Even if he gave the base a code name "Chihuahua", the old subordinates from the Silver Fortress did not dare to question it. Only Zhanlu dared not talk about politics and spoke for justice, and opened his mouth and said: "Sir, according to the rules of the alliance, the first letter of the land military base is not 's', and..."

Lin Jingheng stretched out his hand and pointed at him: "Panorama!"

As a very powerful artificial intelligence, Zhan Lu can use it with all his energy as long as he has electricity. He will not delay his scanning. As soon as Lin Jingheng finished speaking, a "buzz" sounded softly. The huge three-dimensional panoramic image was laid in the void, and dense data jumped around. At the same time, a more miniaturized version was transmitted to everyone's personal terminal.

Zhan Lu also insisted on saying his words: "……’spmf1’ code name has been occupied by the Alliance Silver Fortress."

Lin Jingheng got the panoramic view and was quite satisfied, so he didn't get angry, but just replied calmly: "Go to the fuck the rules of the alliance."

The members of the dysfunctional society who were carrying out cult activities were caught off guard and quickly disarmed in front of Bai Yinwei. Under the cover of Zhanlu's spiritual net, they could not even hide a needle on their bodies. They were cleaned up one by one by one by the mecha vehicles, such as construction waste dug out for the demolition truck.

These people are so retro and erotic, and they dress like everything, which is quite indecent. Lin Jinghengda glanced around and seemed to have walked into a performance art exhibition.

Only one of the middle-aged men was so handsome that they stood out, and they were fortunate to let General Lin's gaze stop on him for a moment.

This person should not be the leader of a "prophet", because when he was quietly mingling in the crowd and being towed away by a mecha vehicle, the others did not show any special performance.

Looking at his face, he should be over 200 years old, his eyes were covered with crow's feet, his eyes were muddy and calm, his eyes seemed to look out through a deep well, his hair was very short, his temples were gray, and he was wearing a well-fitting linen trench coat, without any ignorant pieces of chickens and dogs hanging. The soft coat was rolled up in the breeze, and he was tied up by a robotic hand of the mecha vehicle and pushed forward, hanging straight in the air, and he didn't look embarrassed.

When he passed by Lin Jingheng, the man suddenly called out Lin Jingheng's identity: "General Lin."

Lin Jingheng paused, and the mecha car stopped immediately. The robot arm was raised high. Inside the car, the muzzle of a laser gun was extended and pressed against the man's temple, warning him not to talk nonsense.

Lin Jingheng narrowed his eyes slightly: "What are you calling me?"

The man said politely: "General Lin Jingheng, I have seen your photos and videos before. I am familiar with your appearance. I will introduce myself. My church name is 'Hop'. I am an unknown man from the dysfunction community. I am honored to meet the real person."

The "Nobody" should be true, otherwise he would not have been sent to follow Aresfon's crazy, after all, the main force of the Demonstrative Society is busy subverting other galaxies.

"I gave your boss Aresfon a detailed introduction to himself. Looking at his expression, I thought I was an impostor fraudster until I died. With a face, you think I am Lin Jingheng?" Lin Jingheng stretched out a hand to the mecha car and pressed down in the air. The dysfunctional Hope was put down by the robot. "The death of 'Lin Jingheng' was announced by the Garden of Eden. Have you not heard of it yet?"

Hope landed on the ground with his feet and staggered half a step under the rough mechanical man. However, he nodded and thanked the cockpit of the mecha vehicle: "I have heard of this, but I don't think you are just a plastic surgery enthusiast. If you take over here, Aresfon has been wiped out, right? To be honest, Prince Kelly is too paranoid and difficult to control. He often disobeys the organization and has such a look... defiling his natural body. Many people in the organization complain about him, but in the end he decided to support him, because he was attracted by his madness and military talents. Over the years, he has organized many attacks on the alliance, with caution and rich combat experience. Not anyone can fight with him."

When Hope said this, he was brave enough to raise his eyes and met Lin Jingheng's gaze.

I guess General Lin’s eyes did not have the legendary “turtle-evil spirit”. Anyway, this middle-aged man who was engaged in a cult was not afraid of him. He stared at Lin Jingheng’s eyes and said word by word: “The Garden of Eden is not omnipotent, right, General Lin?”

Lin Jingheng bent his mouth without hesitation: "It's possible."

"Nothing is omnipotent," Hope said to him quietly, "including humans. Since ancient times, Homo sapiens has conquered the food chain, environment, the earth, the solar system, and the eight galaxies, time, dimensions, space... Almost all undomesticated animals have been extincted by human activities and then reshaped from genetic fragments. In the alliance, wind, rain, thunder and lightning, all natural phenomena are controlled by humans. You are overcoming creation, interfering with nature, and treating yourself as an omnipotent god. Is it too arrogant - General Lin, what do you think will be the next enemy of such Homo sapiens?"

Lin Jingheng was very surprised because he had never seen such a bold and savage man who dared to preach to him after being captured!

He was too lazy to say more. After hearing this nonsense, he simply owed a sneer, and took it expressionlessly as wind in his ears and turned around and wanted to leave.

"General Lin, do you know? In ancient times, the stupid Homo sapiens on Earth voluntarily gave up their physical freedom and bound themselves to high walls. Since then, for thousands of years, they have devoted their lives to the limited and worthless real estate and land within the high walls, and live to the death, like a Gu who was locked in a jar. These Gu insects have grown up, and their descendants have continued to work hard, and then voluntarily gave up the "freedom of spirit and thought" and the "freedom of five senses and six senses". They have built the so-called "Internet" to put everyone in a puppet.

Every word and action, the whole story is clearly seen with data pivot. Everyone's thoughts are submerged in the data stream with ulterior motives. They are repeatedly brainwashed and irresistibly directed to the established direction. This is already quite dangerous. And you have built the Garden of Eden again! Voluntarily gave up the freedom of the soul!" Hope shouted behind him, "General Lin, the Garden of Eden is just the beginning. What will it be our turn to abandon? The alliance has neither freedom nor equality. This is human being deceiving itself! Sooner or later this species perishes itself!"

Lin Jingheng kept walking.

"Get enlightenment quickly." Hope sighed. The driver in the mecha car quickly dragged the person away with knowledge. Hope was tied to the robotic hand and stood in the wind. The long flax-colored windbreaker roared. The man looked straight ahead, looking like a martyr who was about to die. Many captured dysfunctional people around him were moved by what he said. The "performance artists" who were struggling and shouting were quiet. Some were crying, and some murmured with Hope to "enlightenment".

They said, "Be enlightened, my brothers and fellow citizens, naturally bless you."

The scattered voices gathered together like a torrent of water and swept away with the wind.

Lu Bixing arrived at Qimingxing two days later, because the technical system of the dysfunction society is different from the alliance, and even the interface models of the mecha energy are different. Simply put, it means that the charger does not match and needs an engineer to solve it.

Lin Jingheng was having a meeting in the newly occupied base tower. The conference room was on the fourth floor. The entire side facing the mecha mail station was a spherical floor-to-ceiling window, with a very wide view. The quarantine officer of the Ninth Guard of the Silver reported the next channel plan for obtaining combat readiness. Lin Jingheng said nothing, frowned while listening, and looked at everyone.

At this moment, when the mecha entered the station, the huge noise penetrated the noise-proof membrane in the conference room and spread to the room. Like a faint sigh, Lin Jingheng accidentally looked up and saw that a ship of Silver Nine's old heavy armor had been docked, the hatch opened, and a circus ran out from inside!

The heroes of the "Eighth Galaxy Self-Defense Force" rolled out in a mess. Some people may have never been on planets in their lives. They were so excited that they jumped hard, and they were screaming in the sky with their hands raised... and they were lying on the ground with their ass on their backs to study the soil.

The rigorous atmosphere in the freshly released "Base No. 1" has been ruined.

Lin Jingheng: “…”

Seeing that his entangled brows were about to be tied into a knot, the quartermaster shut up embarrassedly.

After everyone was almost down, Lu Bixing slowly walked down. I wonder if Bai Yinwei, who had sent the message back, wrote the wrong message. This person didn't look like he was here to work, but he was on vacation. He wore a very avant-garde long windbreaker, stepped on a pair of leather shoes between casual and serious, and his slim shirt was close to the waistline. There was a sexy little standing collar on it. He had a pair of sunglasses on his nose, and a big cock fighting cock next to him carried his bag.

The other three students added a fierce one-eyed eagle, like a group of bodyguards driving around the young master for a while, escorting the young master to the fashion week to watch the show.

Lu Bixing looked around for a moment, not knowing whether there was a telescope on his sunglasses or something. From a distance, he locked his eyes in the conference room, grinned and showed his white teeth, and waved to the conference room.

The qualifier looked at Lin Jingheng. Seeing that although his frown was not loose, the tip of his eyebrows gently raised a little, and the corners of his mouth were about to flatten it with a smile. So he tentatively "meow": "... Then I will continue to talk about the future development trend of Plan 2?"

Lin Jingheng's eyes drooped and finally spoke: "It's not reliable, let's talk about the next one, talk about the key points, and be short."

Although he was a negative opinion, it was an opinion at all. The quarantine officer who accompanied the king and was like a tiger finally received clear instructions, and almost burst into tears. The reporting efficiency was more than three times higher.

By the end of this meeting, Lu Bixing has already used an electromagnetic configurator to solve the problem of mismatch between the mecha and the base.

"It turns out that the eighth Galaxy is a smuggling concentration camp. I have seen all kinds of weird models of mechas. You know that many private mecha designers cooperate with black workshops. They are all casual. They don't care about your alliance standards or interstellar standards at all. They do it completely according to their own mood. The mechas are made, and they look good, and some of them cannot even connect to the orbits." Lu Bixing held an electronic pen, rolled up his sleeves, and talked about them in the mecha station. "So my suggestion is that if your mechas and weapons are uncertain in the future, it is best to build a 'protocol platform', and all ports are set to be active and can be customized."

Tulan next to him was stunned: "This is a big project, right? How long will it take?"

"It won't be very long if I do it. You lend me the Mecha Maintenance Force of Silver Nine for a week." Lu Bixing stretched out his hand and pinched it. The electronic pen turned into a light spot in his palm, and returned to the personal terminal on his wrist. "My father's mecha warehouse on Calestar was transformed by me."

Tulan had never seen a folk scientist who was born in such a wild way and said shockedly: "Just... just this switch plug..."

“It’s an electromagnetic configurator.”

"...What is love? If it is placed in the former Silver Fortress, we must first gather the waste engineers of Silver Three to have a meeting and discuss it all over the afternoon. We will organize the meeting minutes. After approval by the captain of the Third Guard, the Military Control Office, and the Secretariat, we will be sent to the boss. After the boss has passed, the approval document will be carried out to the approval document to go to the approval of the funds and report to the Military Commission. It will take three days to break his leg." Tulan held his hand very movedly, "Three days, you will be solved in five minutes. Teacher Lu, you are so handsome!"

Lin Jingheng said coldly: "Okay, in the future, communication will be restored. You are responsible for notifying Bai Yinsan and letting them commit suicide on the spot."

Tulan hurriedly let go and stood attentively.

Lin Jingheng said with a slight look: "Captain Tulan Guard, you are very familiar with the procedures. Then tell me, when did I ask you to bring the base's waste that made trouble?"

A big black pot was pressed on Tulan's head, and she felt that she had wronged the Eight Galaxies: "I..."

"It's me, me." Lu Bixing quickly pushed his sunglasses over his head, "I asked them to help. They are very useful on Saturdays, and after going to the battlefield, I don't want to go back to my previous chaotic days. The Self-Defense Force has been reorganized once. In the future, they want to be your external team. Elites are elites. Such a large eight-galaxy system, even if the Ten Silver Guards come, they can't take care of it. They always have to cultivate a new team."

After hearing this, Lin Jingheng said nothing, pretending that nothing had happened just now, checked the mecha docking station that had been transformed by Lu Bixing, and hurriedly left.

Lu Bixing poked Tulan with his elbow and asked in a low voice: "What do your army engineers want to do, and they still need to be approved by the general?"

Tulan said half-deadly: "Yes, the Alliance Military Commission has a strong bureaucratic aura. Many eyes are staring at the Silver Fortress. There are countless internal procedures. If you get them, you will be beaten back. Many eyes are staring at the General, and there is no way for the General to do so."

Sometimes Lin Jingheng deliberately disgusted the Military Commission. When he approved it, he would not write a "consent" and just draw a punctuation mark - the period is to approve the approval, the question mark requires the plan to be further refined, the exclamation mark is to be redone, and the fork means "you are stupid x".

Tulan complained: "There is no freedom at all. The second-hand technicians of the Silver Three have many ideas, which made the captain of the Third Guard carry a bundle of documents every day and chase the general around. He was humiliated every day, and he wished he could grow in his personal terminal."

Lu Bixing: "That's great!"

The wild army engineers did not have to hold meetings or discuss with anyone. There were only four notes around him. After only one afternoon, they completed the plan for the "Agreement Platform" project. Lu Bixing raised his invisible big tail to the sky and couldn't wait to run to General Lin to ask for humiliation.

"Report" time is longer than when he made plans, but Lin Jingheng neither humiliated him nor used a punctuation to send him away. He listened to him silently and could extract the key points from these three long papers without donkeys, ask two or three questions, and then nodded: "Yes, try to do it first, and then talk about it if there is any problem."

Lu Bixing stood up, before he could take off his sunglasses, he pressed on the carefully crafted hairstyle. He supported his hands on Lin Jingheng's desk and smiled at him.

Lin Jingheng had a little ominous premonition in his heart.

"Dinner time is over," Lu Bixing said, "I finally landed, are you still taking nutritional cream?"

Lin Jingheng sighed from his nose, thinking that although the wild engineer can stand up to a team alone, he is indeed very coquettish and difficult to support. He reached out and pressed his hand on his personal terminal, intending to recruit a logistics robot to serve the young master.
Chapter completed!