Lu Bixing quickly glanced at Lin Jingheng, who always seemed to be delaying on the remote screen, and tried to say: "General, now..."

But I was probably older, or it was the sequelae of the rainbow virus. When I was excited, I was prone to tinnitus. I didn’t hear his voice. I was still excited: “We resisted Prince Kelly, and died a generation before I drove Prince Kelly out of the Eight Galaxy. All the promises the Alliance gave us were not fulfilled, so that we could fend for ourselves. We could wait, but if we really couldn’t wait, we could also find a way for ourselves. The Eight Galaxy had no say in the parliament, and taking out the Eight Galaxy money would be a waste of money.

It doesn't matter, we have no complaints, aren't we just poor? No matter how poor we are, it's much better than when we were a cattle and horse under Prince Kelly, right? The alliance does not recognize local armed forces, it doesn't matter. If this is the rules of the alliance, we are willing to follow the customs and we are willing to abide by everything, even if we are on the outermost side of the alliance, even if our neighbors are pirates outside the territory, the nightmare that Prince Kelly makes a comeback every day, and his life that has finally calmed down is robbed again..."

Lu Bixing reached out to pull Chief Edward through Tulan, but he didn't reach it. The Chief Executive slapped the table and stood up directly: "I don't understand what she said. You go outside and catch someone who is stupid to eat, sleep and work. He doesn't understand either. How can we know why the Garden of Eden has legislated, what kind of incidents, and how many big figures have been arrested? We have never seen anything like Eden. I just understand that they are rich, powerful and have status, colluded with the dysfunctional groups outside the territory, and feed the poisonous insects outside the territory!"

"Aren't we humans? Are we not worthy of living well? Just because we lack a scheming?" The always-off suddenly turned to the remote screen, and the wrinkled eyes shot out the light like a knife, poking the man's straight chest.

Lu Bixing immediately stood up with him, raised his voice and interrupted him: "General!"

At that moment, Lu Bixing keenly felt that the CEO had something to say to Lin Jingheng.

Because Laura Gden is Lin's mother, and he himself comes from the complex Alliance Military Commission. Lin Jingheng stands here alone almost represents the complex game of the upper level of the entire alliance center... and also represents the condescending arrogance of the entire alliance center towards the Eighth Galaxy.

It is also because he was the general manager of the Silver Fortress, "dead" and was unexplained. It was precisely after he "dead", the pirates invaded and the alliance collapsed, and no one was stupider than anyone else. The reason for this is that the CEO may not have no guesses, but just chose to shut up and cooperate for the sake of the Eighth Galaxy.

This time, the president finally heard his voice. His loose cheeks trembled slightly, and his lips, which seemed to be shriveled due to shrinkage, were tightly pursed. Just when Tulan even reached out to cut off the remote contact, the president lowered his head without saying a word and quickly turned around and left.

Lu Bixing immediately turned to Lin Jingheng: "Lin, you..."

But as soon as he opened his mouth, the remote communication was cut off from Lin Jingheng, and the screen was pitch black.

Lu Bixing pressed his hands on the conference table, took a deep breath, and when he raised his head, his expression had calmed down. There was no general. A group of people were waiting for him to speak in a daze, and he had to say something.

"Since the Eighth Galaxy has declared independence, the Alliance is still a pirate outside the domain, and who is right or wrong, it doesn't make much sense to us now. From this video just now, I think we only need to pay attention to two points," Lu Bixing raised his head, "First, the pirate outside the domain has an affiliated alliance, but the captain of the Tulan Guard searched the entire encrypted folder. The so-called "list of internal agents" was only arrested by the Alliance decades ago. Why, why is this strange? Will they keep the dysfunction and themselves confidential?"

The people in the conference room were silent for a moment, and suddenly realized what he meant and exploded.

"Teacher Lu, are you saying that someone had tampered with it before we unlocked the encryption lock?"

Lu Bixing looked up at Tulan: "Captain Guard, I heard that Mr. Hope broke his identity when he saw Lin for the first time."

"Fuck." Tulan cursed and rudely shot his personal terminal, "Preserve that Hope!"

The new head of the institute felt that the trend of the conversation was not right, and hurriedly said: "Teacher Lu, if Hope is close to the institute, there will be someone to monitor it closely, and he will not have this opportunity."

Lu Bixing looked at him deeply: "Dean, then do you know who among the researchers who have been in close contact with encrypted files in the past few months has spoken to this former prophet of the dysfunction society?"

The dean was shocked.

"Second, in the video, Ms. Laura Gden injected herself with a chip in order to resist the invasion of the pursuers' spiritual network. This chip can make her resist a well-trained army alone. Even with General Lin Jingheng's mental power, it cannot be done. A chip can increase the mental power of a non-military personnel to this level. Once mass production is produced, what kind of armament will it be transformed into? Fortunately, so far, there has never been such an invincible army. The chip of the Liberty Legion can only be used as drugs. It is a shoddy imitation. I think maybe it is because of some reason that the chip technology has been lost, but obviously, the Liberty Legion and the Anti-Dynasty will be looking for this thing, and we must at least be prepared for it."

When Lu Bixing said this, there was actually a flash of inspiration in his heart. He thought that the keyword of the Nuwa Plan was "human evolution". If he were Harden, the general planner of the Nuwa Plan back then, he would definitely take "mental evolution" as the main direction, because human carbon-based bodies have their ultimate limits. To improve effective combat effectiveness, mechanization is the only feasible way.

As for Laura Gden's biochip, even though the technology has been lost, since there are imitations like opium, with the scientific research level of pirates, have they not finished this fill-in-the-blank question in fifty years?

So it is very likely that the chip and the Nuwa plan are actually one - that is to say, the Nuwa plan back then may be to cultivate people who can safely vaccinate the chips. After Laura Gden was forced to self-destruct, the Anti-Dynasties and the Liberty Legion lacked key information and went in a row.

However, Lu Bixing's eyes swept over every anxious face present, and he tightly covered this guess.

He didn't know if he had a force that could change the situation at this time was in front of him, would the victims in the cracks in the cracks forget the damage of the rainbow virus to the Eighth Galaxy and stretched out his hand to this supreme temptation. Think about it, as long as a dose of chip needle is placed, a rookie who had just learned to turn on the mecha can become a super space soldier who is even more powerful than the Silver Ten Guards.

Not to mention others, even Lu Bixing himself was moved.

They were already in hell, and the fragile fire of human nature was really untestable.

Lu Bixing then poured a bowl of chicken soup quietly, brewed this dangerous topic, and finished the meeting summary for the general who was angry at the scene: "I don't believe that with foreign objects and force, what can I really conquer? In order to resist Prince Kelly, even the unarmed people dared to stand up and form the Free Alliance Army. Today we have a new government and a self-defense army, what are we afraid of? As long as the anger of being ravaged by the rainbow virus and the spirit of the Free Alliance Army is still there, I will be fearless. What about you guys?"

No one of the backbone of the new government said anything.

Because everyone is adult, not as easy to fool as half-aged children at Xinghai College. Faced with internal and external troubles, Principal Lu's temporary chicken soup was choked and he left with a sad face, trying to talk about the word "fearlessness" several times in his heart, so that he could do whatever he wanted to brainwash himself.

Lu Bixing breathed gently, missing Lin Jingheng very much...even if they had just met him a few hours ago.

He reached out and pressed his hand on his personal terminal, wanting to contact him, but remote communication is two-way. If he doesn't know the exact coordinates of the other party, he has to count on the other party to scan the signal himself when he passes a certain transition point.

Lu Bixing thought about it and sent a message through the remote network: "How are you okay? Let's reply to me."

The text information is entered into an electromagnetic wave signal, and after encryption, it is sent from Qimingxing, and is folded back and forth by the transition network, and transmitted to the distant starry sky. Lin Jingheng rarely did not reply immediately.

Lu Bixing sighed and looked back at the black remote communication screen. For some reason, from the darkness, he felt the fragility of that person.

He has always felt that Lin Jingheng was handsome, unquestionably powerful, and not easily noticed gentleness like wild flowers growing in the cracks of rocks. It was moving and seductive. Lu Bixing never felt that the word "fragile" would have something to do with Lin Jingheng. Even if he was dying of illness and fell out of the medical cabin in a daze, his eyes that were blurred under the high fever were also looking somewhere, with a sense of power of all-out bets.

He couldn't quite imagine what Lin was feeling now. After all, no matter what his mood Lin Jingheng was, he would not publicize it all over the world. He just felt very upset and hung in the air without hesitation. He probably had to touch the person with his own hands to fall down.

"What?" At this moment, Tulan next to him suddenly raised his voice, "What are you doing for?"

Lu Bixing came to his senses and turned to look at her.

"Hope is missing." Tulan looked at him quickly, with ice slag seeping in his eyes. "A guard team looked at him, but he could actually make him disappear. Will this base penetrate into a fishing net if it is under my nose? Notify everyone and gather!"

The following sentence was shouted at the personal terminal.

Tulan has a lively personality and is a bit like a little bit big or small against the top and bottom. Sometimes, people always forget what kind of person the ninth captain of the silver is.

Lu Bixing wanted to say something, but opened his mouth, and finally kept silent. He watched Tulan leave bloodyly - the commander of the guard Bai Yinjiu, with her own style and method. He was not a military person, so he should not interfere more. He suddenly felt a little powerless, thinking that Lin was leaning in his arms with a high fever. Hope cooperated with him to fool those people in the prophet near the Dadminton lair and took back the antibody samples and saved the entire Qi Mingxing. Hope worked tirelessly to build the farm base of the Eighth Galaxy. On the way back this trip, Hope also told him that the robot's program had been written, and as long as the materials were sufficient and someone was taking care of, the base pattern could be copied infinitely.

By the way, Hope also promised to give him two bottles of wine.

It turned out that Lu Bixing thought that misunderstandings between people all came from distance and isolation. If he was lucky enough to walk together, he would always be able to more or less blur the stiff boundaries between them. It was not until now that he realized that some people and others were destined to part ways.

Tulan on the school ground did not pay attention to "law does not blame the public", because no one could tell how Hope ran away, so everyone was punished together. The newly joined Self-Defense Force members experienced the cruel military law of Bai Yinjiu for the first time.

Saturday lowered his head and walked among the punished crowd, with no clues on his face, and he was dissatisfied.

What can Hope do? He is just an unlucky guy who is excluded in the dysfunctional society. After being captured, he cooperated quietly and even made contributions. Even Lin Jingheng was embarrassed to lock him up again. He worked hard to do so many things for the Eight Galaxies, and was often pulled out to interrogate and imprisoned. On Saturday, he watched coldly and felt wronged for Hope.

After all, he yearned for the world full of sunshine and birds described by Hope, so he yearned for humanity and compassion.

Saturday thought: "Even if Teacher Lu knows, he won't say anything."

At this time, Hope's small mecha had bypassed the surveillance blind spot and sneaked into the civil channel. After disguising, they flew away from the Qimingxing Base.

The civilian waterway of the Eight Galaxy system has begun to be opened and an emergency rescue system has been built. However, because the time is still short and the military is insufficient, security checks have not been particularly perfect, so there are many loopholes to exploit.

Hope brought several of his believers to mingle on the merchant ship. Most of the believers were detained at the Qiming Star Base, but there were still a few strange faces mixed in it. If Lu Bixing was here, he would have recognized it. Several taciturn research institute technicians also ran away with him.

When he passed by a freight merchant ship, the other party suddenly received a request for communication. The people who were dysfunctional were suddenly nervous, but Hope had no scruples and passed the request.

A brisk whistle came from the opposite side, and then a rough man said loudly: "Friend, help me, can you borrow some energy?"

Hope asked with a smile: "What?"

"I'm delivering goods to the Fourth Base. I just came back and encountered some accident on the way. If I can save it, I'm afraid I won't fly back. My friend, save my life."

Hope, who was reluctant to speak, happily separated a small energy storage device from his mecha backup energy to the other party: "It's enough for you to drive the star."

The passing cargo merchant didn't expect him to be so happy. He thanked him so much and left with a lively little whistle.

"Prophet," the others ran away, and a former technician of the Qimingxing whispered, "These people are all liars. They used to do smuggling and left behind several broken merchant ships. Now, while others dare not go to space, they contracted some civilian transportation work, and they made a lot of money. They almost caught up with the interstellar engineering team. In this way, in order to save costs, they still had to catch whoever they cheated on the road for energy."

Hope was a little surprised: "Are you a liar?"

"Yes, if the merchant ship is damaged or broken down, you can call for emergency rescue and find military channel guards to solve the problem. Do you think he dares to use this set of rhetoric to deceive the soldiers?"

Hope was so amused that he felt that the Eighth Galaxy was really energetic, and even the scammers came out to play.

At this time, they passed a transition point, and the mecha beeped: "Does the remote communication key match, are you making a connection?"

Hope was stunned, and the smile patterns curled up at the corners of his eyes disappeared. After a moment of silence, he nodded: "Okay, send us the coordinate interval."

The two-way link for remote communication was then built, and the long signal passed through several galaxies. After dozens of hours, the other party appeared, but the screen was dark and the other party did not show his face, and there was only one processed voice.

"The message on the remote communication port has been left for those months," the other party said, "Why are you going to reply now? Are you really planning to give the organization to those lunatics?"

The pirate forces outside the region are complex, and there are many different voices within the dysfunction society. Some people support the use of violence and use any means to use weapons of mass destruction and biochemical viruses during wars. They are "manic". Some people believe that dysfunction should not abandon their original intentions. In an era of alliances, where winds are leaking, they should silently win over believers and completely change people's concepts. They are considered "environmentalists" - Hope is of course the latter.

However, in this era when everyone is restless, I think it is even more manic. Before the pirates invade the alliance, the dysfunctional society had been cleaned internally. Hope relied on his excellent brainwashing ability and never had a popularity saying that he was protected and sneaked into the Prince Calee guard to avoid the limelight.

"The Glorious Legion destroyed bridges across the river and publicly betrayed his partners. Now the organization is trapped in the seven major galaxies and is very troubled by the alliance's local troops." Hope said, "Why, those who are determined to unite the extraterritorial armed forces can't suppress the dissatisfaction in the organization?"

"This short-sighted savage has been stubborn with the Glory Group for a long time, and has poor brains, has insufficient success, and has more than failure," said Hope. He heard the mysterious man in the remote communications say--this is not answering his question just now. The mysterious man is too far away from him. Through the Jump Network, there is a dozen hours of time difference between each question and answer. The mysterious man said to himself, "Don't mess around in the gutter, come back and host the mess, I will give you armed support."

Hope closed his eyes, his eyes unfolded along the spiritual network, and looked at the simple civilian waterway.

After a while, the third message from the mysterious man in the remote communication was released: "But I have some rumors recently. It is said that one of the ten silver guards seems to be in the eighth galaxy and has destroyed Feng's crazy disease. The leader is suspected to be... Lin Jingheng?"

Hope opened his eyes and said quietly, "Aren't you dead?"

This time, the other side was silent for a long time. It was about after receiving his message that he said: "Yes, but after all, her son, we have not been able to find the 'forbidden fruit' for so many years. I was wondering if it was possible that it really fell into his hands? You have been in the Eighth Galaxy, what are you doing now in that ghost place?"

Several dysfunctional people looked at Hope at the same time. Hope stretched out a finger and made a "silence" action at them: "Lin Jingheng has been under your nose, just a child. Do you still know his background when you watch him grow up? I don't know whether there is any silver guards? I don't know if there is any mercenary after the alliance collapses. It is possible to go to the eight-galaxy system. As for Prince Kelly Aresfon, who was seeking death by himself, bombing three planets, angering the local militias who followed Lu Xin back then. The local snakes used the underground channel to assassinate him. It turned out that the Chief Executive did not die by chance. Now he has formed a group of old, weak, sick and disabled teams, and re-established the government, and took these people to make a living. People are very pitiful. The nutrition needles here are hard currency, and I built the agricultural base for them."

After receiving the mysterious character, he sighed with regret: "It's a pity, I thought...ah. But farming is like something you can do. At this critical moment, don't be idle. Come back, I'll send someone to pick you up."

Hope did not comment or waited for new information. The disguised mecha passed through the transition point and went to a wider and more cruel world.

Lin Jingheng blocked remote communications, stepped back from left and right, and allowed the space station to drift freely, and walked to the near Beijing β star.

He suddenly said: "Land Beijing beta star."

"Sir, are you sure?" Zhan Lu asked, "The atmosphere of Beijing β-Star has been devastatingly damaged during the bombing. The ground environment does not support human body exposure. There is no transceiver and receiving platform on the ground, so you can only use emergency landing to get close."

Lin Jingheng said "hmm".

Zhan Lu no longer annoyed him. He could only control the space station and slowly orbit the dead planet. He sensed gravity and passed through the poisonous thick clouds and approached the ground.

When he was five thousand kilometers away from the ground, through Zhanlu's spiritual net, he could see clearly the planet he had lived in for five years as if he was on the ground.

Like a horror story set space, the wreckage of the streets and buildings is still there, the nuclear explosion of ashes and ice and snow cover the ground, the ground temperature drops to minus one hundred and sixty degrees Celsius, freezing everything, the poisonous wind moodily swept across the deadly silence, scraping away the dust, revealing the remains of the lodged corpses, like ghosts wandering alone to pay tribute.

Lin Jingheng thought of the "broken tavern" where he lived, the young people who were drinking with a wall and were confused in the middle of the night.

All have been wiped out.

"Forget it," Lin Jingheng said suddenly, "I can't go any further, accelerate the escape from gravity, let's go."

The space station re-engineered its power and made a "buzzing" noise.

"Count all the supplies in the space station," Lin Jingheng ordered in a deep voice, "Before returning to Qimingxing, I want to have a complete list, take a look at the person in charge of this space station, and send a team of people to ask him where he is... I'm back."
Chapter completed!