Lu Bixing is a young country man who grew up in a poor and poor galaxy system. He has always wanted to visit the fashionable alliance. Because of various reasons, the alliance was disbanded before he could make a trip. However, in his impression, even though the alliance has thousands of problems and is bragging and whitewashing the peace all day long, in the final analysis, it is still a rich place that allows most people to spend their lives without worries.

He didn't expect that under the Garden of Eden, which was like a mirror, water and moon, the clouds and waves were already rotten to the roots.

No wonder it breaks with just a poke.

"Zhongsan/Before retired, it was the military that the Alliance Military Commission focused on controlling. How did it leak out of the Alliance? I don't know, after all, the last batch of Chongqing San produced by the Military Commission was already a hundred years ago."

"So..." Lu Bixing hesitated for a moment, "The alliance was swept by interstellar pirates, not because the military was not capable of combat, nor because the government was foolish and incompetent? No... You said that you guys have a good life, but why do you have to do so many messy things? How great is the dissatisfaction that the Garden of Eden cannot be calmed?"

Lin Jingheng said: "As far as I know, among the members of the Military Commission and even some management committees, there are not a few people who block most of the functions of the Garden of Eden on a daily basis, but the subjective ideology is there. They all love Eden very much and do not publicize it to the outside world."

Lu Bixing frowned and thought: "But I heard that Marshal Woolf is still in charge of the work of the Military Commission. If the pirates have not completely occupied the world until now, will that prove it..."

"Does he prove his innocence?" Lin Jingheng looked at him calmly, "Not necessarily, it may be that he has unevenly divided the spoils with the pirates, or that his allies are not the glorious group that occupied Votto."

Lin Jingheng was so sarcastic and mean, and almost all the people he knew had been hurt by him, but Lu Bixing felt that those sarcastic sarcasm were not as sharp as these few words "to be fair" and could not help but ask: "Did you really trust him?"

Lin Jingheng did not answer.

He is not a god, he doesn't know.

Marshal Woolf was one of the founders of the alliance, the first principal of the Ulan Military Academy, and is still the representative of the honorary school board. Before he was adopted by Lu Xin, Woolf took care of him, and when he grew up, he spared no effort to promote him.

The Marshal devoted his entire life to the alliance and had many students all over the world.

If even such a person cannot be trusted, what is the Alliance Declaration of Freedom?

Is a collective illusion of "the world is full of love"?

Lin Jingheng knew that he didn't have much time left, so he explained as clearly and briefly as possible: "A few months ago, I encountered a rainbow virus at Yuanyiren, and the comprehensive antibodies were effective for it. This shows that Prince Kelly's guards did not have a mutant rainbow virus, because they did not have the principle of "entering guests" with overnight leftovers. I guess Aresfon didn't even know about the Nuwa plan on Emma Star."

The anti-dysfunction will always be openly opposed to human experiments and unnatural grafting, which caused Aresfon to keep swaying in the market with that ghost look. If he knew that the anti-dysfunction hypocrites were doing these things secretly, Prince Kelly, the lunatic, might have taken them off by himself.

Lu Bixing nodded hesitantly and began to feel that it was wrong - it was not what Lin Jingheng said, but General Lin, who was always a bastard who said "Do you know, just do whatever I say?" When did you have the patience to talk about your own ideas?

"The people who developed the Rainbow Virus in the Eight Galaxy used to use the cultivation of alien pets as a cover-up, and the largest market for alien pets is still in other galaxies of the Alliance... In this way, the possibility of the sponsors of the Nuwa Project coming from the Alliance is greater than that from outside the domain. There are more than one interstellar pirates, each with their own advantages. It is likely that there are more than one betrayer in the Alliance, the latter is much more terrifying than the former."

Lu Bixing's uneasiness became stronger and stronger, and he thought to himself: "Why did he tell me this?"

Lin Jingheng looked at Lu Bixing deeply, and in the spiritual network, he communicated silently with Zhan Lu: "How is his heart rate and body temperature now?"

"The heart rate has increased slightly, which should be due to the emotional ups and downs," Zhan Lu replied, "The body temperature is normal."

Lin Jingheng breathed secretly.

As a former professional soldier, his physical fitness is far stronger than that of ordinary people. Prince Kelly bombed Beijing β-star. They lost their medical bags when they escaped from the supply station. Lin Jingheng underwent suture surgery while both anti-inflammatory and anesthetics were tight. He had almost no other reaction except for a slight low fever and discomfort in the next one or two days. Although he did not care about himself, he was once piled up by the league's most sophisticated training schedule and the most stringent health management. He had injected all kinds of strange antibodies alone. His immune system was like a bunker. He had been wondering what influenza was for decades.

The length of the incubation period of the same virus is generally determined by the transmission route, the number of viruses and the physical fitness of the infected person. In this way, if Lu Bixing is also infected with the rainbow virus, it is unlikely that it will not occur yet.

It is possible that when Lu Bixing used the rainbow virus to reshape his body, his body gained some special resistance.

Or simply luck...

In front of me was a group of mechas carrying guns and live ammunition, behind them was lonely and helpless, surrounded by enemies - Lin Jingheng always felt that luck should be a pity for him no matter how you say it. You can't queue up in the whole universe by heads and skip the Lin's surname, right?

If I had known this, it would be great to knock Lu Bixing out and stay on Qi Mingxing.

"Zhan Lu," Lin Jingheng said in the Spiritual Network, "Enable your backup permissions to Lu Bixing."

Zhan Lu asked: "Sir, didn't you say you wouldn't transfer my permissions like General Lu?"

"Well," Lin Jingheng paused, "Yes, I was so arrogant."

Zhan Lu asked again: "What about the highest level of encrypted content?"

"Don't disclose it to him for the time being," said Lin Jingheng. "When you evaluate and think that his life safety is threatened, you will reject all his unfavorable orders and send all the information about gene comparison to General Lu's old subordinates - anyone you can contact."

"I understand," Zhanlu replied, "When life safety is threatened - just like you are now."

Lin Jingheng: "Stop talking nonsense."

Lu Xin left Zhan Lu to him because he wanted him to become a weapon of the alliance, while he left Zhan Lu to Lu Bixing, just to make that person live a good life selfishly.

Lin Jingheng: "I need a nutritional needle with powerful sleeping pills."

All conversations are on the Spiritual Network. The communication efficiency between consciousness and Spiritual Network is much higher than that of language. After a few words, it only takes a blink of an eye.

Lin Jingheng seemed to have just paused for a moment, and then continued to say to Lu Bixing as if nothing had happened: "That Hope may not have lie. This team of mechas are all small mechas. You can see from a distance that the models are not very uniform. They are different from the heavy armor-pressing array of the dysfunctional and medium-sized mechas lined up. I suspect it was a coincidence."

Zhan Lu, in the shape of a robot, moved to the medical room along the mecha bulkhead and took out two nutritional needles. Lin Jingheng stretched out his hand without raising his head, and Zhan Lu put one of them in his hand.

There is a nutritional needle injection port with automatic disinfection function on the isolation suit, which is specially designed for people who need to wear the isolation suit for dozens of hours in extreme cases. While Lin Jingheng was familiar with the nutritional needle, he said to Lu Bixing: "There will be a tough battle to fight. I haven't eaten for so long, so I will replenish some energy first."

There was nothing wrong with this, and Lu Bixing was indeed a little hungry. However, the moment he took the nutritional needle, a shadow suddenly flashed through his heart.

Lin Jingheng is really not a gentle and considerate person. He can neither take care of himself nor others. Lu Bixing thinks he may be a little nervous, but he just thinks that this seemingly natural reminder is a lot - according to Lin's personality, at most, he will say "If you are hungry, you will take it yourself"?

Lu Bixing lowered his head and operated the isolation suit quietly - the isolation suit is like a simple portable medical cabin, with many small functions such as measuring body temperature and blood pressure. Lu Bixing pretended to poke the nutrition needle into the disinfection port, but did not hit him, but chose the "sampling and analysis" function of the isolation suit.

There is nothing unusual in the nutritional injection, and the sampling and analysis are very fast. Before Lu Bixing pretended to have an injection, the analysis results came out. There was a sudden red small red letter in the middle of a row of nutrients, and the latter marked: Taking or injecting will widely inhibit the nerve center, and it will have anesthetic effect at large doses.

Lu must-win: "…"

Lin Jingheng pretended to be the same as the truth: "There must be a communication intranet in the mecha team. If we get closer, can you find a way to invade their intranet without the other party noticing it?"

Lu Bixing took a deep breath, and a handful of anger came in full force, burning from his feet to his head, burning his chest and back. He is a gentle and stable person. He occasionally has a temper, and can calm down by turning his head. In his lifetime, he has never experienced such intense anger, which makes him feel a little tinnitus.

Lin Jingheng turned his head seriously and asked, "Why, there are technical difficulties?"

Lu Bixing was so angry that he laughed, thinking that General Lin was really a "powerful faction" who was delayed by Ulan Academy. If he hadn't been to the Breaking Silver Fortress as a general, the actor would have probably taken a dozen!

He gritted his teeth, biting too hard, and his voice was almost ambiguous: "I'll try it."

This is in the mecha. Whoever controls the spiritual network is equivalent to the rulemaker of the mecha world, and the passengers cannot resist. Lu Bixing forcibly rolled his anger into a ball, pressed it under the tip of his tongue, and quietly wrapped the used nutrition needle with a disinfectant tube. The needle was accidentally bent by him.

Immediately, he asked the isolation suit to cool down, external force lowered his body surface temperature, and secretly used the micro-hypertensive antihypertensive drugs stored in the isolation suit to reduce his heart rate and blood pressure - he knew that Zhan Lu could scan his physiological reactions at any time, and pretending to be asleep must be like some.

Then while imagining himself spitting out a handful of fire and roasting Lin's name as the outside and tender inside, he swallowed his anger and began to invade the intranet of the mecha team not far away, clenching the personal terminal.

Do these bastards think that a good temper means being bullied?

Pirates' communication encryption is not very strict.

Twenty minutes later, Lu Bixing caught a weak signal.

The isolation suit passed through headphones, like his report on the blood pressure and heart rate that was lowered by the drug, he yawned vividly, and the personal terminal sounded softly. After verification, he quietly crept into the Pirate's communication channel.

The number and position of each mecha in the mecha team are analyzed in detail.

"Okay," Lu Bixing said in a voice dripping sleepy manner, "I just...oh, this is not a sign of dysfunction, right?"

"It's the Free Legion, the place where your students mistakenly made their way through the mecha for the first time." Lin Jingheng reached out and supported himself on his chair, "Didn't they sell 'chip drugs' inside and outside the domain, claiming not to participate in the war?"

At this moment, the entire mecha team suddenly moved, and an order was issued in the communication channel: "The scan has ended, and the main force of the opponent's base has been induced."

“Received, mark all known transition points within ten sailing days, and shield remote signals in the area.”

With a "buzz", Lin Jingheng looked up and knew that the remote port on his mecha had also been affected by Chi Yu.

The command popped up in the Pirate Communication Channel of the "Liberty Legion": "Prepare for attack!"

They happened to catch up with the scene of internal pirates outside the region!

The Liberty Legion spread their "opium plan" inside and outside the alliance, and cultivated human weapons by implanting chips. It is similar to the Democratic Nuwa plan. Could it be that these people from the Liberty Legion are also here?

At this moment, Lu Bixing shook for a while.

Lin Jingheng's mind was half focused on the pirate, while his other half was hanging on him. Lu Bixing blinked hard, and his eyes seemed to be almost closed.

Lin Jingheng asked knowingly: "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Lu Bixing said something vaguely, suddenly turned around and opened his hand to wrap around Lin Jingheng's waist. Through the thick isolation suit, he could hardly touch the human body. He sat there, burying his face between Lin Jingheng's waist and abdomen as if he was acting coquettish, thinking to himself: "You bastard, wait for me."

Then he hung heavily on Lin Jingheng and stopped moving.

The body temperature was getting higher and higher, and the sore muscles began to feel weak. Lin Jingheng staggered for half a step, barely supported him, and put him flat with great difficulty. He called a medical cabin and gently put the "sleeping" person in the medical cabin. Just a few simple movements made him feel a little breathless, and his hands began to tremble slightly.

Through the transparent medical hatch and mask, he looked down at Lu Biling's stable eyebrows and eyes. It seemed that the other party still had the strength to open his hands and hug him. For the first time, he felt an indescribable coldness, as if on the Beijing Star in the cold winter of three years, he was suddenly thrown out of the constant temperature room with a soft temperature remaining on his skin, and was soaked by the shrill wind and snow.

This also made him feel the urge to take the initiative to contact another person for the first time.

But I'm afraid there is no chance.

Lin Jingheng spent half a minute, scrambling the words that followed his eyes, chattering in his ears, tentative and ambiguous physical contact... and those smiles were packed up one by one, forming them into a lively package, hiding them properly, and then reached out to push a medical cabin, allowing it to quietly slide into the closed medical room.

Lin Jingheng: "Prepare an ecological cabin, imitate the logo of Nuwa's plan, and use the image of the woman with the human head and snake god to imitate a virus experimental report."

Zhan Lu rarely talked nonsense, soon, an experimental ecological cabin that could be used to make fake and real is released.

At this time, the Free Legion heading towards the Immortal Society's nest began to accelerate the change of formation, release electromagnetic interference, and the vanguard team's rows of particle cannons swept towards the anti-missile system of the base.

The anti-missile system responded immediately. The small mechas of the Free Legion gathered artillery fire and gathered together, like a group of ants rolling balls, facing the muzzle of the anti-missile system. The fierce fire exchange made Lin Jingheng, who was watching from afar, hear a long list of high-energy alarms. After a moment, the small mechas of the Free Legion collectively turned the muzzle, the particle cannon was put away, and dozens of missiles locked the base of the dysfunction society.

The first batch of missiles poured down, and the particles were blown up everywhere. The anti-missile system of the dysfunction club base instantly became limp. Ten mechas tried to take off, and the sneak attacked Liberty Legion locked the position of the mecha station. Three missiles fell in a row, and the entire mecha station exploded with silver flowers.

In less than three minutes, the anti-missile system fell apart.

"You are already surrounded," the small group of the Liberty Legion's mechas were moving forward while shouting to the Democratic League's nest through the radio, "Please surrender quickly!"

Lin Jingheng took off his isolation suit, and his cheeks were already burning with bright red blood. He entered the closed door of the ecological cabin and ordered Zhan Lu: "Send me to the specified coordinates, disinfect the mecha completely, and then you will return."

The ecological cabin slowly entered the launch track, and the mecha cabin door on one side opened, facing the dark universe.

Zhan Lu's voice rang in the spiritual network: "Sir, are you sure you want to disconnect from my spiritual network?"

Lin Jingheng: "Confirm."

The next moment, Lin Jingheng could find the perspective of infinite distance along the spiritual network and retracted to a point. His consciousness was disconnected from the mecha spiritual network. Zhan Lu's backup authority fell on Lu Bixing, and he would be automatically commanded after he woke up.

Lin Jingheng gently closed his sore eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the launch process was forcibly cut off.
Chapter completed!