There is a deformable "ice bag" in the medical cabin, which is twisted into a lazy sofa-like shape. Lin Jingheng is trapped inside and physically cools down, trying to make himself more awake: "The damage degree of their protective covers in general communication channels is a dynamic list. Can you find it?"

Lu Bixing looked up at him. Lin Jingheng probably had a fever and had a deep eyelid, his eyes were half open, his eyes looked a little scattered than usual, but he looked strangely not very weak, like a naturally morbid blood clan in ancient legends, hiding the sense of power brought by the coffin.

The other party's eyes swept over, and Lu Bixing's heartbeat immediately became out of order. He quickly lowered his head and quickly downloaded the damage dynamic table of the protective cover. Without looking carefully, he projected it onto the mecha bulkhead.

Lin Jingheng was silent for a second after watching it: "...Can you turn it backwards?"

Lu must-win: "…"

The young scientist felt that if he had been on this for a long time, he would be stupid, but he didn't know how to control himself. In order to prevent mistakes in his busy life, he had to try hard to think about Lin Jingheng's hatefulness, and planned to pick out one or two of them as a talisman to temporarily calm the hormones of the young man's rebellion. Who knew that after careful consideration, Lu Bixing almost suffered from choice phobia. Lin Jingheng's various bastards were "a dazzling array of people", and they were queuing up in line to make people blindfold.

Lu Bixing's anger, interrupted by an inexplicable kiss, suddenly rekindled, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.

Soon, his brain, which was congested by the paste, burned a path to the fire, and his work efficiency suddenly became much higher.

Lu Biling cleanly opened a back door in the bombarded Free Legion communication channel, and hung up a long-range signal. He bravely passed the Free Legion communication network, and flew towards the direction of Qimingxing through several leap points, intending to contact the support.

Unfortunately, there was probably a little bad smell from Lin Jingheng. Before the two-way connection could be established, the dysfunctional club base began to release special interference.

Although the dysfunctional society has an internal air defense, its technical level can defeat the Free Legion - the Free Legion's internal network is paralyzed, and the weak signal on Lu Bixing's side will immediately collapse.

Zhan Lu: "I'm sorry."

Lu Bixing sighed: "It's okay, I'll try again."

"Well." Zhan Lu paused very unaccustomedly, "Okay, Principal Lu - you are really gentle and polite than a gentleman who uses uncivilized terms if he loses playing games with mechas."

Although Zhan Lu is an artificial intelligence, he is also a mecha core, and he is loyal to his master on land. Once he is on the mecha, as a mecha core, the driver's orders will take precedence over the master's orders - simply put, Lin Jingheng cannot shut up now.

Therefore, General Lin had to be deaf and mute himself and concentrate on the dynamic list at hand.

The damage speed and degree of damage to the protective cover are just a bunch of useless numbers for laymen. At most, they know where to hide when the protective cover is about to be penetrated.

However, for frontline personnel who often fight wars, a little clue can capture a large amount of information.

Lin Jingheng can quickly judge the firepower distribution and attack efficiency of both sides based on dynamic damage without using a computer. If he encounters a very naughty commander, he can even master the other party's ideas.

At this time, he found that the Liberty Legion was very strange.

The Free Legion is not bad. On the contrary, they are well-trained. Although they are driving small mechas, the soldiers seem to have rehearsed, react quickly, advance and retreat well, and cooperate perfectly. They collapsed the anti-missile defense of the dysfunctional club base in just a few seconds, which was shocking - even if Bai Yinjiu is here, they may not be able to do better.

However, this is all before the communication is cut off.

In the universe, everyone is driving mechas and cannot speak to each other. Therefore, in contemporary wars, communication interference and anti-interference are special disciplines. It is normal to be interfered with by people when they really fight. However, this team of Free Army, whose combat level is close to that of Silver Nine, became a mob in the moment after the communication was cut off.

The originally orderly formation actually collapsed, like a group of ants that had lost their pheromone, which was very puzzled. Some mechas even began to do the so-called Brownian movement, and what was even more bizarre was that they were still keeping fire!

The energy fluctuations captured by Zhanlu did not change, and the level of firepower strikes suffered by the dysfunctional base was reduced - that is to say, the Free Legion is now firing in all directions... Maybe there is still a lot of firepower hitting its own people.

Lin Jingheng frowned and said to Lu Bixing: "Give me the spiritual net."

Lu Bixing, who was getting angry alone, looked at him coldly.

Lin Jingheng had no choice but to say: "That's OK - let Zhanlu expand his spiritual network and try to invade the outermost mecha of the Free Legion."

Lu Bixing had a bad face: "Zhan Lu, please expand the spiritual network."

Lin Jingheng couldn't help but worry: "Can you adapt to Zhan Lu's spiritual network? He..."

Although Lu Bixing didn't say anything or look at him, his face became even more gloomy.

Although Lin Jingheng doesn't like to take care of others, he can get a general at a young age, so of course he will look at the expression of others. He had to raise his hand and signal himself to shut up.

But he was very unaccustomed to this vision that could not be connected to the spiritual network at this time. He felt that he was completely blind, as if he was handing the reins of a running wild horse on the edge of a cliff to someone else's hands... And this was still a "dressage" athlete, and his professionalism was obviously not right.

Lin Jingheng endured for a long time and couldn't help it: "Be careful to hide. Once you startle the enemy, don't get entangled with the other party. Immediately jump and cut off the overlap of the spiritual network, and retreat to the nearest jump point, the coordinate is..."

Lu Bixing followed Zhanlu's spiritual network and spread his consciousness out, and at the same time he said sarcastically: "General, you can't see that you are such a steady and cautious person. Who is you planning to 'Raising in the Sea of ​​Fire' just now?"

Lin Jingheng: “…”

Lu Bixing locked a Liberty Legion mecha that was spinning around in circles and continued to sarcastically: "If it weren't right, someone stole your brainwave channel and interfered with you, my brain was broken."

Lin Jingheng has only heard others talk about Fengyue, and he talks about "can't cut it, but still messy". For the first time, he experienced it himself and realized that there is such an inexplicable process of "kissing and quarrel", which is completely different from what he had agreed to!

This almost caused his high fever brain to have hallucinations, and he suspected that he had molested Lu Bixing.

At this moment, Lu Bixing's face suddenly changed: "Strange, the opponent's human-machine matching is too high."

During the invasion of the Spirit Network, once the opponent's human-machine matching degree is very high, he will immediately be killed.

Lin Jingheng was shocked and stood up suddenly: "Retract, give me permission!"

"Slowly, the other party didn't respond... I couldn't find the gap in the docking port of the human-machine." As a qualified scientific worker, Lu Bixing was so curious that he could genocide the cat. An accident happened. Not only did he not panic, he wanted to move forward with intention and whispered, "Zhan Lu, I remember correctly. The maximum matching degree of man-machine is no more than 90% is iron rule... Is it because I have a bad look, and I haven't found the docking port?"

"No," Zhan Lu said, "You read that right, Principal Lu, the other party's human-machine matching degree is 100%.

Lin Jingheng was shocked: "What?"

Lu Bixing was amazed: "This is OK!"

"It seems that the mecha pilot of the Liberty Legion is not an ordinary person," Lin Jingheng said quickly. "At that time, at the space station of the Liberty Legion, 'Zero' mentioned a ghost... The God-making plan is to use biochips to transform people. These modified people will not only evolve their bodies rapidly in a short period of time, but also be semi-mechanized. According to Lingling, once the transformed people connect to the mecha, they will become part of the fuselage, and their reaction speed is sixteen times that of humans... No wonder they can't find the interface gap."

Lu Bixing couldn't understand: "No, the body of the Silver Fortress is not cold. Why are these idiots still pursuing mecha driving automation?"

Zhan Lu interrupted: "The ultimate goal of the Liberty Legion should not be automation, but evolution and transformation of humans with both human and machine advantages, but the goal should not be completed. Now we can only make this kind of four-dimensional monster."

"No wonder I'm thinking about the Nuwa plan of the Anti-Dynastic Society." Lin Jingheng's eyes turned to the chaotic Free Army team. "Although these four-dimensional transformers react quickly and are not disturbed, they probably do not have the ability to think independently. They should have a fixed behavior pattern under the control of the chip. While the Anti-Dynastic Society will interfere with their communications, they also interfere with the biochip. Now the engineers of the Free Army's army should be repairing urgently. Can you find a way..."

Lu Bixing's eyes lit up: "Digit the chip signal during their repair process and get in!"

On the Qiming Star, Huang Jingshu wore a thick isolation suit and received people from the square to receive "antibodies". The Self-Defense Force sent a batch of "antibodies" from house to house, but in this way, many poor people who had no fixed residence missed their responsibilities for various reasons and gathered together to protest. At this time, they were most afraid of crowds cross-infection. Tulan had to set up several collection points in different areas, send mecha vehicles to block the road, strictly restrict the flow of people, and evacuate people in batches.

Even so, there were more people on the scene than she thought. Huang Jingshu was so uncomfortable that she was pressed by the heavy isolation suit. She moved on in a difficult position. Several of her classmates helped several other scattered collection points.

They have to get busy to relieve anxiety.

They are the only survivors on Beijing's β-star, wandering in the complex eighth galaxy, helpless and helpless. Huang Jingshu couldn't imagine what they would do without Principal Lu.

"Get it," Huang Jingshu handed a fake antibody filled with glucose to the residents of Galaxy City who were queueing up, mechanically repeating what she said all day long, "After getting the antibody, leave as soon as possible, do not get congested, and do not gather in densely populated areas. Thank you, next person-"

She stopped talking, and a commotion suddenly came from afar. Several mecha cars sounded the alarm at the same time, and guards immediately came down to shout. Then, the convenient loudspeaker expanded the commotion hundreds of times. A man shouted in the sirens of the mecha cars: "They are liars! This is not a resistance..."

With a "buzz", the mecha car released interference, and the voices in the megaphone turned sharp. Everyone subconsciously covered their ears, but they were uneasy and seemed to fall into the oil in the boiling water.

"What did he say? What liar?"

"It's not an anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-ant

"What? Then what did they send?"

Oh no, Huang Jingshu's sweat was in cold sweat.

A guard of Silver Nine came over quickly and whispered to her: "We are reporting to the captain of the guard, and non-combatants will evacuate first!"

Huang Jingshu nodded in a state of silence and was about to leave.

Suddenly, a person among the residents who were originally queuing up stood up and said loudly: "You can just take the antibodies and find a pharmacy for testing. You will know that what is contained in it is just useless comfort..."

Before he finished speaking, he was anesthetized/gunted. The people around him who were already in panic thought he had been beaten to death. For a moment, some people screamed and ran away, some people shouted and cursed, some people ran into the circle of mechas, and pointed at Huang Jingshu in a panic, asking her to give her an explanation...

Some people are afraid that the world will not be in chaos: "They will not give us real antibodies at all. I advise those infected among you to find a place to hide quickly and not to be caught in the isolation ward by them. If you are caught, you will die immediately. They just want to find a place to treat you like garbage!"

Huang Jingshu's heart rate jumped to 18. Seeing the orderly people dispersing like a flood that broke through the dam, the true and false rumors were like the hustle and bustle of the hustle and bustle by the strong wind. Beside her, Bai Yinjiu's guard was pulling her away while saying something to Tulan through the personal terminal. Huang Jingshu vaguely heard the captain of Tulan, who was always smiling, said in a cold tone: "...Control the scene at all costs."

"At any cost," Huang Jingshu thought blankly, "Do you want to silence? Teacher Lu, what should I do?"

Teacher Lu was far away from the galaxy and could not answer. She could only hear another voice in the crowd shouting: "The people who send antibodies are all wearing isolation suits. If antibodies are useful, why are these people afraid of being like this?"

"We have to explain, let us explain!"

"They are here to kill someone, run away!"

At this time, a row of mecha cars in the distance passed through the space field, landing on the periphery of the running crowd as if falling from the sky, blocking them back. The sharp front of the mecha cars was like a cold spear, pointing at the mob like a flock of sheep.

Huang Jingshu suddenly took a step back, broke away from the Baiyin Jiu Guard who was pulling her, turned around and ran to the reception desk just now, and picked up the loudspeaker for maintaining order: "Hey!"

The girl looked like an adult, and was extremely nervous at this time, but her voice couldn't help but bring out a little tender childishness. She raised an "antibody" and said to everyone: "The number of antibodies is very limited, and no one in the isolation suit has ever beaten. Since you said that, I can just relax."

Before the guards could stop her, she removed the isolation suit with one click. Sweat had already wet her hair and shed wet on her sideburns. Some of the guards who came to reinforce were confused by the accident and got out of the car to check.

Huang Jingshu's hands were trembling. After trying several times, she successfully held the syringe on her arm. After automatically scanning the syringe, she found the injection position and disinfected it, and pushed a placebo that could not cure the disease or save her life.

"Teacher Lu and the others will have a way," she thought, "If you can drive a mecha to the sky with an empty encephalosis and control more than two mental networks like a normal person, then what else can't you do?"

No matter what era it is, there are always some young people who are indifferent to the consequences and are passionate about the pros and cons, and they are already rushing forward desperately when others weigh the pros and cons.

The syringe completed its mission, and with a "click", it fell off her arm, and the noisy crowd fell silent.

Huang Jingshu took a deep breath: "Don't you rest assured? Special-effect antibodies are not omnipotent, they will have different effects on people with different physiques. Some people still have risks of infection and death, and some people may even be allergic. If you find yourself infected, it means that the effect of the antibodies is not good for you. Go to the hospital immediately. The hospital does not open a slaughterhouse!"

"Then I'll say it again. Those who have not received the order, those who have received the antibodies should leave immediately and avoid the densely populated areas." Huang Jingshu kicked the peeling isolation suit aside and sat down again, "Next--"

At this moment, a "rumbling" sound came from the sky. People looked up and saw rows of starships and mechas having arrived at a place very close to the ground, flying to the base not far away, preparing to land.

In the clear sky, people can see the eye-catching signs on the mechas and starships.

"There is a syringe logo on that starship!"

"It's from London Star. I've heard that there is a big guy from London Star, who seems to be a specialist in selling medicine."

"The mecha comes from Wei Luoxing."

"And Miras's..."

The One-Eyed Hawk almost transferred the medical resources of the entire Eighth Galaxy. The huge starship landed in the base like a rainbow ship, with a complete medical laboratory, a team of researchers, and major planets more or less supported supplies, and some even came in person.

The dying William opened his eyes and saw a middle-aged face full of vicissitudes through a transparent mask in an isolation suit. He did not recognize who this person was. Perhaps more than a hundred years of time had destroyed each other's faces, perhaps the rainbow virus had burned his brain, perhaps although they had fought together before, they had no fate to know each other - but he recognized a rusty bronze seal in the man's hand.

Free Alliance Army.

It is not the ridiculous so-called "freedom" legion of pirates, but the one who truly followed the Alliance more than a hundred years ago, believed in the Alliance's Declaration on Freedom, and was tempered in blood and fire...

William's vision suddenly blurred. This unknown comrade from the past put the bronze seal next to his pillow: "We are the eighth free galaxy."

Yu William burst into tears.

The one-eyed eagle broke into Tulan's temporary command post without any hello: "The research institute of the old ghost in London Star made me move in, and immediately began to analyze this mutant virus. Where is Lin Jingheng? Did you find the nests of those cults?"
Chapter completed!