The Free Legion restored the order of the intranet, with moderate advancement and retreat, and took turns to open the way to defend, approaching the base layer by layer, layer by layer.

Lin Jingheng just glanced at the damage to the protective cover of the Anti-Dynasty Club base and roughly understood the Liberty Army's playing style. Just so, a small mecha from the Free Army was accidentally injured and shot down by his own fool when the net was cut off. So he pointed out that the landing must be done quietly. When it should be opened, the protective cover should be supported. The pace is very accurate and can be used to distort the real one.

It can be seen that this person is serious and has a rich experience in cheating.

Lin Jingheng was quite calm in doing this kind of thing. He had no psychological barriers to beat another pirate. Lu Bixing was a little uneasy and asked Zhan Lu with a gusty word: "We are thief-in like this, what if we are discovered?"

Zhan Lu suggested friendly: "You can transfer the permissions of the Mecha Spirit Network to the gentleman, who will use missiles to find a way."

Lu Bixing said "tsk": "Why do you always think about using violence? We are here to steal things. Isn't it good to solve it peacefully? For example, I can introduce myself and say that I am a salesperson for medical insurance. These transformation people have a lot of sequelae, so I must need this product very much."

Zhan Lu keenly recognized the joke nature of this sentence and answered confidently: "Hahaha."

Lin Jingheng: “…”

For the first time, General Lin saw the "soldier" who could chat with the mecha to have a party. I don't know if it was because of fever and tinnitus or the two of them quarrels, so I couldn't bear it: "Or don't you return the Spirit Network to me, or you report the real-time war simultaneously, why are there so much nonsense?"

"Mr. Lin, look at my face," Lu Bixing pulled down his eyes and mouth and said to Lin Jingheng, "This expression is called 're not resentful'. We haven't settled the accounts yet. Don't show me a little."

However, he said this and started to report in real time: "Now through the Spirit Network, you can see the Mortals Base. I just captured the remote communications shot from the base, and it is likely to be asking for help from the outside world... Well, wait, I was intercepted by the Free Army as soon as I finished speaking, and the remote communications were not sent out. The Mortals Base shrinks its firepower across the board, and they may want to concentrate their efforts to break through."

Lin Jingheng frowned: "The firepower is shrinking across the board, are you sure?"

Lu Bixing was angry and felt that as long as he didn't hand over the spiritual network today, no matter what he said, Mr. Lin would have to reasonably doubt it.

Not finished!

Lu Bixing showed his scholarly demeanor and asked as calmly as possible: "General, have you trusted your comrades in the past few years?"

Lin Jingheng thought for a while: "I have no comrades, only subordinates."

Lu Bixing: "Did the Silver Fortress always act alone? Is it time to cooperate with other troops to carry out joint missions?"

"Occasionally." Lin Jingheng found a place to lean on him. In order to save his energy, he spoke very little, which made people feel that this person suddenly became gentle.

The "gentle" General Lin said softly: "Listen to my arrangement, or get out of here."

Lu must-win: "…"

"It's strange that the dysfunctional club base is now concentrated in firepower," Lin Jingheng whispered, "Their interference level is actually quite high. The alliance has already experienced it. Not only the trick just now, if they really want to break through, a reasonable approach should be to first give a strong interference, let the Free Legion in civil unrest, and then break through the loopholes. Although most of the Free Legion are transformed people who cannot distinguish between enemies and me, there are also a small number of 'shepherds'. If... ahem... "

When Lu Bixing heard his cough, his heart sank, and immediately forgot about the Cold War. He quickly took over the conversation: "I understand that the remaining firepower of the dysfunction will not be strong now. If the firepower is concentrated first and then break through, even if the other party's communication is disrupted, the Free Legion may choose to abandon their transformers and pursue them directly. This is very risky. So they are planning to cover up? Zhanlu, let's find what they want to cover up, and start from the leap point."

He could understand Lin Jingheng at one point, saving him a lot of trouble.

Zhanlu reported: "No unknown jump points have been found around."

"It must be, it's just encrypted." At this time, the Liberty Legion is getting closer and closer to the base of the dysfunction club. Lu Bixing's speech speed is as fast as a spring on his tongue. "The three encryption methods of transition points, drainage, path type and one-way shielding, among which the path type requires a large space. The conditions here are insufficient. If they want to encrypt, they can only use two other methods - the drainage type requires energy shielding for other transition points around it. If it is a one-way shielding, there should be a receiver on the ground. Zhanlu, let's act separately. You will check the abnormal energy fluctuations of the transition points, and I will deal with their ground intranet."

Lin Jingheng was stunned - Lu Bixing connected to the Spirit Network to communicate with Zhan Lu, but in fact he didn't have to open his mouth to speak. What's more, Zhan Lu's database is very powerful. As long as nouns and verbs are combined together, he can directly let him do any order, and there is no need to explain so much.

Lu Bixing was afraid that his worrying life would be useless and asked questions, so he told him in detail.

Lin Jingheng's slow nerves gently twitched, and suddenly he felt like he was being taken care of... It was strange, a little uncomfortable, and very heartwarming.

At this moment, the firepower that the dysfunctional would concentrate suddenly began to bombard the last. At the same time, the mecha received an order and the Free Legion made people attack at full speed.

Lu Bixing was obviously disturbed by the changed environment and seemed to hesitate to keep up.

Lin Jingheng said decisively: "Don't pay attention to him and withdraw from the Free Army team."

"Ah?" Lu Bixing subconsciously listened to his orders and thought to himself: If you say you are rebelling in public, you will be rebelled. Will you not be beaten into a sand pit after the rain?

When they scrambled in, the Liberty Legion was disturbed, and all the mechas were running around, so it was not abrupt. However, at this time, a small mecha that was lined up in a neatly disobeyed orders, which immediately seemed like a lice on the bald head, which immediately aroused the Liberty Legion's alertness.

For a moment, countless guns pointed at them, but before Lu Bixing could react, more complex and more powerful interference was suddenly released from the dysfunctional club base, instantly washing the Free Legion into a "brain-dead legion". The antenna on the transformed people's heads was cut off, and it became a headless fly again, and no one could care about anyone!

At the same time, Zhan Lu took the lead in reporting: "Principal Lu has positioned a transition point hidden by the drainage method!"

Lin Jingheng: "Urgent leap."

Lu Bixing pulled down the deformable ice bag, pulled the original "lazy sofa" into a river clam shape, wrapped Lin Jingheng tightly inside, hugged him through the ice bag, and the mecha immediately jumped.

The protective gas was released twice and all rushed towards Lin Jingheng. He seemed to be wrapped in amber, frozen in time tightly. The sharp changes in gravity and oscillation during the emergency transition process almost didn't feel anything.

The next moment, the mecha emerged from the chaotic Free Legion and passed directly through the hidden jump point. As soon as they left, an alarm sounded from the mecha.

Zhan Lu: "There are violent energy fluctuations in one sailing day..."

Lu Bixing suddenly looked up - the dysfunctional club base exploded!

It was not the level of several mechas that exploded their arsenal, but the entire base became a ball of fire.

The base space station, as the nest of the dysfunction society, is very large, with a size of nearly ten million square kilometers. It is far from comparable to the sesame-sized gadget of the Stinky Sister. It is almost an air fortress. At this time, it suddenly explodes from the center and turns into an artificial sun. The huge flames soar into the sky, spreading its bloody mouth, tearing the artificial atmosphere open like a thin tin foil, and rolling straight towards the Free Legion.

The reckless and chaotic Liberty Legion is already too close at this time!

The dysfunctional association has just concentrated its firepower, but it is actually digging a trap with its life. The entire base has no intention of escaping at all, and just dies with the invaders.

The transformed man's mecha, whose communication signal was cut, had no response and was swallowed up in a blink of an eye. Some of the "shepherds" who were mixed in the transformed man happened to be at the outermost periphery of the encirclement. They came back from their incredible feelings, turned around and ran wildly, and were defeated.

At the same time, a small merchant ship that was almost dusty was lightly passing through the transition point they had just used, quickly escaping—

After being stunned, Lu Bixing immediately realized that the suicide-like death of the dysfunctional base was not desperate, but to cover this small "merchant ship"! Everyone in the base and all the mechas were used as bait for these people.

What is this? Sacrifice for privilege?

They took the bait so willingly - were they deceived or had they been brainwashed, thinking that they were making great and tragic sacrifices for all mankind?

It's all blown up, and there's no way to verify it.

Lin Jingheng suddenly pushed away the ice pack and solidified protective gas, but suddenly stood up, but couldn't feel his legs for a moment, and there was a numbness below his knees. The sudden feeling of powerlessness made him not take the first step and kneel down. Lu Bixing was so scared that he picked him up: "Lin!"

Lin Jingheng: "Spiritual Network."

He stopped talking and had already entered Zhanlu's spiritual network with force. Although Lu Bixing occasionally acted as a bachelor with him, it was impossible to compete with him in such a situation and both sides were injured. He immediately took the initiative to withdraw from the spiritual network.

Lin Jingheng reached over him and touched a syringe directly from the deformed ice bag. Before Lu Bixing could see it, he pressed it on his arm. Lu Bixing heard the movement and turned around suddenly. The empty soothing agent syringe had automatically fallen off his arm.

Lin Jingheng hummed softly, and the weak muscles around him contracted too tightly, causing the bones to begin to ring. He took a breath and stiffened into a ball in pain.

Zhanlu's spiritual net was overwhelmed. The small "merchant ship" that had just escaped from the dysfunctional club base was obviously disguised as a mecha, caught off guard, like a mosquito that had just fallen into the trap.

The driver was directly swept off the mental network. Then, Lin Jingheng did not give them a chance to react. After taking over the small mecha, he immediately closed all the balance system and the imitation gravity system. The mecha that had just passed the transition point happened to be spinning at high speed. The people in the mecha seemed to have accidentally broken into the mouse in the drum washing machine, and the cell membrane was almost thrown out in a set of tricks, confused, unconscious, and lost the opportunity to rush forward to regain the mental network.

Lin Jingheng seemed to have just been fished out of the water. He gritted his teeth and was powered by the soothing agent for a minute. He had nowhere to focus and leaned on Lu Bixing on his body. For a moment, Lu Bixing even felt that he could not see the ups and downs of his chest. He quickly tried to confirm his heartbeat. Finally, he felt a rapid and faint movement from his carotid artery. Lu Bixing's breath that was hanging in his throat hit the ground, which almost broke down: "Are you looking for death?"

Lin Jingheng's voice was so hoarse that he couldn't speak. He took two mechas and jumped through the transition point again. After breaking away from the shielding circle of the Free Legion, he immediately released a remote communication signal.

Through the information on the Free Legion communication channel, it was learned that the main force in the dysfunctional club base seemed to have been induced and not eliminated. The Free Legion was so impatient and rash just now. It is likely that they were afraid that the other party's main force would come back at any time, so it was not safe here.

However, even though Lin Jingheng was so meticulous, he could not resist his bad luck. Just as they left, a team of dysfunction mechas suddenly appeared at the jump point they had stayed there. The time difference between before and after was not a minute. If it weren't for the dysfunction base that had been blown into pieces, they would have been ambushed in advance!

Zhanlu: "Sir, the tracking locator on the captive mecha is activated."

Lu Bixing was surprised: "How could it be so fast?"

Lin Jingheng immediately locked all the tracking locators on the captive mecha and uninstalled them, but it was too late.

Zhan Lu fully spread his spiritual network and turned on remote scanning, which spread to a considerable area, covering all the optional jump points around them.

At this time, their coordinates were obviously exposed. The other party was afraid of the hostages in their hands and did not catch up with them rashly, but they had already divided their troops and controlled all the jump points that Lin Jingheng and the others could choose at this time.

If they were drawn as a map, they should be like small flying insects surrounded by scattered nets, surrounded by enemies.

The two sides temporarily stalemate.

Lin Jingheng grabbed Lu Bixing's shoulder and struggled to help him stand up. He was very accustomed to all the unfavorable accidents in the battle: "Plug the prisoners to me."

The captured "merchant ship" slowly floated over and connected with their mechas. The gravity pressure was quickly adjusted. A row of robot soldiers rushed over. After a moment, they locked everyone on the captured mechas firmly and transported them out one by one like corpses.

There were seven or eight people in total, all wearing simple cotton and linen robes, with short hair, and no personal terminals were found on their bodies. The vest of the robe was painted with a symbol of the dysfunction society - the winding vines were rolled into a circle, and a human-shaped silhouette was wrapped in the middle, which looked like the image of the "prophet" drawn on the early Morals missionary booklet. It should be the core figure of the Morals organization, but I didn't know whether I was afraid of the mutant rainbow virus.

"They must have brought the core information of the dysfunction society when they escaped," Lin Jingheng controlled the radio on the mecha to speak on his behalf through the spirit network, and said to Lu Bixing, "You go and look for information about the variant of the rainbow virus, and immediately find a way to establish remote communication and send it to Tulan."

"Oh." Lu Bixing agreed coldly, then forcibly raised Lin Jingheng's arm without saying a word, and forced him to kidnap him with half a belt.

Lin Jingheng: "You...ahem, what are you doing?"

"I'm fooling me to go there and then disconnect the two mechas that are connected, right? The trick I've used once is still useful. Is there any sincerity?"

Lin Jingheng was about to defend himself, but Lu Bixing immediately interrupted him with distrust: "No need to explain, your credit would have gone bankrupt in me - if it weren't for Zhan Lu being able to open all electronic locks, I would have handcuffed you to my hands."

Zhan Lu spread his hands at him, and was in Cao's camp and replied in a heart-warming manner: "Sorry, Principal Lu, I recommend you to use handcuffs with human handcuffs, that I cannot interfere."

Lin Jingheng: “…”

The leader of the dysfunctional will be a heavy armor, slowly showing its head from the jump point not far away from them, and facing them, a row of missile muzzles locked them.

The other party called a communication request.

Lin Jingheng: "Zhan Lu, pick me up."

Zhan Lu connected the communication and stood in front of the camera instead of Lin Jingheng. Lin Jingheng controlled him to speak on the communication network, and took a photo with several prisoners who were unconscious behind him, so that those who were in a dysfunctional society could see it at a glance.

The representatives of the Anti-Dynasties probably regarded them as the Liberty Legion and came up to question: "Our brothers fought bloody battles in the alliance, liberated all mankind, and were both outsiders. Are you taking advantage of the situation behind the scenes?"

Zhan Lu's artificial intelligence face made a sneer with a very high degree of simulation: "Whatever you want, your people are in my hands now."

The anti-dysfunction face showed a forbearing look of anger: "I know what you want. I can share the information of Nuwa's plan, but you must release the hostages immediately and return the 'Ark' to us!"

Lu Bixing whispered: "It turns out that this broken mecha disguised as a small merchant ship is called 'Ark'."

Lin Jingheng's face was a little solemn. Through Zhan Lu's mouth, he said, "Don't fool the fool. The information about Nuwa's plan is on the ark. Now it's also in my hands. You use my chips to bet, how can you bet on it? Do you want to keep the lives of you prophets? If you want to give way, I will kill one in a minute, which one do you think is appropriate to die first?"
To be continued...