The remote connection between Qimingxing Base and Lin Jingheng and others has been disconnected for a long time. As the center of the temporary command post, Tulan has to cooperate with the weasels to cheat and dispose of the scammers, to arrange the Silver Nine and the Self-Defense Force, and to wait for the worst news with fear. It has been a long time since the one-eyed Eagle has brought everyone he can use. The medical team replaced the running Self-Defense Force, leaving only a portion of the shift change personnel of the Silver Nine to maintain order and prevent emergencies.

The Qiming Star Base is full of people sleeping in isolation suits.

The people and things have been done, just waiting for destiny.

Tulan's destiny was halfway through waiting, and his soul was so sleepy that he left his body. He fell asleep in a straight sitting position, like a bird.

Qi Mingxing's day was exhausting. Finally, it was difficult to get to the evening when thick cumulonimbus clouds suddenly condensed from the sky, pressing down heavily, and long shadows stretched out on the ground. The one-eyed eagle stood at the window, smoking one after another. When the second remote communication signal arrived, he glanced at Tulan, who was sleeping to death, and verified the key.

Before she put her hand down, she heard a loud "boom". The Ninth Guard Captain, who was like a bird, jumped up in shock. He thought it was an enemy attack. He pressed the gun on his waist and bounced off the safety bolt. Then she opened her eyes with murderous aura. At first glance, she saw a fire on the remote screen that had been disconnected for a long time. She was stunned: "What's the situation? What's going on?"

The one-eyed eagle only saw Lu Bixing's figure flashing. He rushed to the screen in one step. The picture was shaking as if it had hurt Parkinson, and it flashed lightly and darkly, and the harsh alarm flashed endlessly, but he could no longer see anyone.

The one-eyed eagle's eyes suddenly turned red, and she wished she could sit on the remote signal and fly out of the domain, shooting Lin Jingheng's head.

Do you know how difficult it is for me to find him?

Do you know how much I paid to raise him?

Even if you use him and use him as a human-shaped tiger talisman, then that's fine, but how dare you...

The one-eyed eagle punched the instrument of the remote signal receiver. Tulan was startled and rolled and crawled to block him: "Calm calm, we all understand your mood. A data packet was sent back. I got it risked my life. At least I could accept it...Mr. Lu!"

The one-eyed eagle seemed to have a handful of Samadhi True Fire burned in its heart, and its reason had long been gone: "Get out of here!"

Tulan was inconvenient to fight back, and he pushed him back half a step. Yu Guang suddenly caught a glimpse of the remote screen: "Wait, this mecha was not the one they drove when they went there."

One-eyed eagle beats.

Tulan glanced at him, turned around and slapped on the wall, and shouted at the surveillance camera in the dungeon: "Carry Hope up!"

Outside the domain - under such artillery fire, neither the "Ark" nor the small mecha had a place to escape.

The mecha's protective cover can withstand particle cannons of a certain strength, but it cannot withstand dozens of high-energy particles that overlap each other. The terrible temperature can melt everything. At the speed of the mecha, it is impossible to get faster than particle cannons, and it is impossible to jump.

Generally, when Lin Jingheng is at such a desperate situation, he should use this moment to recall his life. He has done his best and is still useless. Then perhaps all this is destined. In human history, there are countless civilizations that have existed, which have been destroyed under the mud of long time, decayed, or condensed into fossils. Perhaps, along the vertical direction of history and the future, this is the beginning of the sinking of the eighth galaxy. What can a tiny human in the torrent?

But... there was another person on the mecha, someone who couldn't make any trouble anyway.

Lin Jingheng gritted his teeth suddenly: "Zhan Lu!"

Zhan Lu's body "dissolved" in response, and almost instantly, it "infiltrated" from the small mecha next door to the ark, and the spiritual network quickly replaced the original spiritual network on the ark.

In just a moment, the superimposed high-energy particle cannons had already caught up, and the "Ark" protective cover began to melt.

"The protective cover is damaged at high temperature, and the damage continues to increase, 50%...60%..."

"Warning, the protective cover is damaged too fast--"

The irritable soothing agent almost destroyed Lin Jingheng's last bit of resistance.

Zhan Lu reminded him on the spiritual website: "Sir, your body temperature is now over forty degrees, your mental power is falling, and the human-machine matching degree..."

Lin Jingheng turned a deaf ear: "The arsenal starts the self-destruction program."

Zhan Lu: "Yes, the self-destruction procedure requires double confirmation—"

"The protective cover is 85% damaged, and the protective cover is about to fail—"

Lin Jingheng: "Confirm again, self-destruction of the arsenal, uninstall the arsenal."

Two small mechas connected together uninstalled the arsenal at the same time. Just as the fuselage and the arsenal were separated, dozens of missile self-destruction programs were activated. The explosion tore the only protective cover left on the ark. The fuselage was about to disintegrate and the tail caught fire. The two people were thrown out at the same time. Lu Bixing's back hit the mecha bulkhead, protecting Lin Jingheng tightly in his arms, but the destructive power of the rainbow virus was astonishing. Lin Jingheng's back rubbed against his cuff, and a terrifying blood mark was rubbed by the fabric of his shirt.

At the same time, this suicide-like self-destruction has the effect of fighting poison with poison. The violent explosion is like a piece of iron inserted between the water flow. The particles originally rolled towards the fuselage are divided into two groups and passed by the fuselage!

The next moment, before the slower missile caught up, the two connected mechas jumped urgently at the same time!

Lin Jingheng's internal organs seemed to be burning, and the rolling smoke burned through his limbs. His consciousness was like a broken ship slowly sinking into the deep sea, submerged by the dark sea water, and had nowhere to struggle. The idea of ​​"must send Lu Bixing out alive" was like a needle, reflecting the white light of lightning under the turbulent waves, holding his mind like a life-threatening one.

Zhan Lu in the spiritual network anxiously communicated his consciousness repeatedly, but he had no energy to react. In the moment of the emergency jump, Lin Jingheng gave the last command - the Ark was separated from the small mecha they drove when they came. The Ark turned off all power systems, and the small mecha rushed forward at full speed.

Then his eyes went completely dark.

Just as the small mecha rushed out of the jump point, the illegitimate pirate who was waiting for the rabbit near the jump point locked it. Seven or eight missiles roared over and blown the small mecha into a pile of dust.

In the communication channel of the dysfunction society, a cold report sounded: "The fourth team, the target has been shot down."

"receive."

"Wait a minute, a weak energy reaction appears near the transition point, which may be an escape from the ecological cabin, and request a rescan."

"Not an ecological cabin..."

The aftermath of the small mecha explosion had disappeared, and the ark slowly slid out of the transition point, like a ghost ship that had been dead for many years.

This mecha disguised as a merchant ship had only one spare energy left. I don’t know if it was a malfunction. The power system was not turned on and half of the fuselage was burned and fell off. It was lucky that it did not explode. But even so, it was no longer in shape and was not much better than space garbage.

"It's the Ark!"

The pirates' muzzles were quickly aimed at it, but they did not fire rashly.

The Anti-Dynasty will not know that the small mecha that was suspected to be the "Freedom Legion" was equipped with a cheater like Zhan Lu. In theory, the spiritual network of the small mecha could not cover the surrounding jump points, nor could it be scanned remotely. In other words, whether it is the kidnappers or hostages in the small mecha, they should not know that there is an ambush at the jump points.

The little mecha just now rushed out of the jump point, just as if he was eager to get rid of the burden of hostages and run away.

"Be careful, don't open the fire first. The target has been blown up, and there may be someone in the ark."

Lu Bixing was rubbed by Lin Jingheng's blood. For the first time, he hoped that his body would grow a little soft fat. He almost didn't dare to touch Lin Jingheng with his hands again: "Zhan Lu, Zhan Lu... help, help me."

Zhan Lu turned into a human form. When he bent down, his hands were like melted candles, melting into a pair of soft pads. A gram of six million gram of deformation material finally showed some use. The soft pad gently rolled up Lin Jingheng and placed it in a remaining medical cabin in the ark.

The simple medical cabin is just better than nothing, and it can at most physically cool down and prevent it from bumping or bumping.

Just when the two mechas separated, he understood Lin Jingheng's intention. Lu Bixing put his forehead against the cold medical hatch, forcing himself to calm his mind and shrink Zhanlu's spiritual net to the smallest.

The ark slowly floated under the pirates' noses, and Lu Bixing's heart felt countless escape methods at the same time, but they were dispelled one by one.

Lin Jingheng successfully confused the other party with that move just now, but now? How can he get out of the noses of so many pirates?

If the other party tries to fish, will he resist or not?

Resistance is equivalent to exposing oneself to dozens of live-fire mechas, and it will only end up being crushed to pieces. If you don’t resist, you will be waiting to be captured alive.

It doesn't matter to him, but Lin...

Lu Bixing almost didn't have the courage to look at him for a second time.

As the skin began to tear, Lin Jingheng's front was covered with blood, and his calf was unnaturally twisted. It should be the sequelae of muscle spasm caused by the soothing agent. However, the sharp pain had been covered by the rainbow virus, and he himself did not notice it. At this time, his fragile body could not withstand any bumps and could only slowly recover from the medical cabin.

"Principal Lu," Zhan Lu's voice came from the spiritual network, "The other party sent a communication request."

Lu Bixing was shocked.

“Communication request once…”

“Two requests for communication…”

The pirates' muzzles flashed with light ready to be fired at any time. How to connect them?

Suddenly, someone spoke out: "General Lin."

Lu Bixing suddenly turned around and found that the remote communication port that had just been disconnected has not been disconnected. This would escape the flow of high-energy particles, the energy field stabilized, and it was close to the transition point, and somehow the remote communication was connected again. A middle-aged man who was very unfamiliar to Lu Bixing appeared on the screen.

Then Tulan showed his face from behind him: "Principal Lu, this is Mr. Hope, what about General? What's the situation now?"

Lu Bixing was stunned at first, then suddenly jumped up—

By the way, Hope claimed that he had a lot of identity in the Mortals Club, but was exiled to Prince Kelly's guard because of internal struggles. That's why he knew the Mortals' extraterritorial lair. If he hadn't lie...

No, even if he lied, he could only treat it as a living person now!

Lu Bixing immediately asked Zhan Lu to send the photos of the unlucky prisoners to Hope, and skipped the greetings and introduced himself: "Are you familiar with the people here? Are there anyone you can try to pretend to be?"

Hope was a little confused: "What?"

The Ark Mecha once again issued a reminder: "Communication request four times..."

Lu Bixing's palms were sweating: "Is there any?"

"The third one on the left is the prophet Radhanm. He and I are nodding, but..."

“Communication request five times…”

"Don't have it, now you're helping me, don't worry, you don't have to show your face." Under high pressure, Lu Bixing's brain started to operate efficiently than ever before. He instructed Zhan Lu to violently destroy the shell of the remote communication port equipment. He bravely dragged out the complex core chips, connected them to his personal terminal, made a temporary transit device, and then made the communication ports on the ark in the same way. In this way, the pirates could not track the signal of remote communication, and Hope talked directly to them, which sounded like he was on the ark.

Then, Lu Bixing loosened the communicator's film and television transmission port, pointed the camera at Lin Jingheng's bloodstained hands, took a deep breath, and connected it when the communication request was seventh time.

The moment the person in charge of the dysfunction association heard the communication connected, he unexpectedly put down his hand and withdrew his order to fire.

The communication screen in front of him flashed, and then a person covered in blood was in the video from below his chest, but it flashed by. Then, the other party's communication equipment seemed to have some malfunction. Before they could see clearly, the screen flashed a few times and nothing could be seen.

The head of the squad of the dysfunction association frowned, patted the liaison officer on the shoulder, signaling him to move out of the way and communicate with him in person.

When Lu Bixing heard the other party say something he had never heard before, he immediately looked up at Zhan Lu.

Zhan Lu shook his head - this language is not in his database.

The remote communication port, Hope told him through text: "This is the language of the 'prophet'. In the dysfunction society, only those who reach the prophet level can learn it. He just asked which prophet the person in the ark."

Immediately afterwards, the anti-dysfunction society said another sentence in the same language.

Hope: "He asked the prophet on the ark if he was unwell."

Through the Spirit Network, Lu Bixing directly converted what he wanted to say into text, typed it on the remote screen, and communicated with Hop: "Tell him that you are infected with the rainbow virus."
To be continued...