It is exactly 13:00 in universe time, which is late at night in Venus Harbor on Planet Beta in Beijing.
Port Venus is a semi-abandoned interstellar port. There are only a few workers left who receive meager wages from the government and come here every day to do basic maintenance.
At this time, the cold night was deep, and there was no one around the Port of Venus. In a large open space, the frost-white withered grass was as tall as a person, lifelessly swaying back and forth in the howling wind, making a "rustling" sound. It is like a no-man's land, with a desolate and gloomy color. The old buildings and launch pads in Victoria Harbor are displayed, like scenes depicted in old science fiction novels, indescribably ugly.
There is a narrow road between white grass, which is probably the passage for workers to enter and exit the port. A group of homeless wanderers are walking along the path towards Victoria Harbor. During the day, the workers will chase them away, but they can sneak in at night. Sheltered from the wind.
A wandering old man had a stooped back and was carrying a similarly ragged child on his back. Suddenly, he stumbled and fell to the ground. The child on his back rolled down unconsciously like a ball and turned over stiffly. , revealing a little face covered in bruises - it turned out that the child had long since run out of energy.
The trash can on the roadside detected the corpse of a carbon-based organism on the ground, and activated its automatic cleaning system. It buzzed over and stretched out its cold shovel and robotic arm to shovel the corpse away. The old man quickly opened his tornado He rushed forward with his branch-like arms, trying to cover the child with his own body, as if this could give the dead child some life.
It's a pity that although the system of this trash can is backward, it is not that easy to deceive. He still continued to shovel, and started a cold saw with the old man within a few inches.
There is no doubt that the trash can wins.
The frail old homeless man was knocked down by the rude trash can and fell to his knees. He was so sad that he couldn't help crying. His companions followed the sound and glanced at it from a distance, then continued walking towards their destination heartlessly. Because here, it is not a rare thing for dead people to be shoveled away from the trash can, and it is not worth making a fuss about.
The homeless people were getting farther and farther away. Suddenly, a pair of hard-soled boots came out of the white grass. They paused for a moment and walked towards the trash can.
This is a man, a big man, with neat short flaxen hair, pale skin, and his facial features are too standard and regular, which makes him look a bit rigid. He opens his legs, every step is perfectly equidistant, and his shoulders are straight when he walks. , although he is wearing casual clothes, he has an inexplicable military temperament.
The man silently stretched out his hand to open the background program of the trash can. He bent down and fiddled with it for a moment. The trash can creaked, and the shovel was slowly leveled, handing over the little body that had just been devoured by it.
He didn't mind it being dirty, so he picked up the child's body with both hands and handed it back to the old homeless man kneeling on the ground: "My condolences."
The old homeless man looked at him blankly, and the man pointed in another direction: "Detected At three o'clock, about two hundred meters away from you, the soil is the softest. You can choose to bury your child there, and once again express my regret for the loss of your loved one. "
This man not only has the same stride, but also speaks at a steady pace. Jumping out, his tone barely fluctuated, like a machine. After finishing this anecdote as if reciting his lines, he touched his heels, bowed lightly to the old tramp, and turned to leave.
The old tramp couldn't help but asked nonchalantly: "Are you..."
He blurted out without thinking, and the old tramp immediately regretted it, because this strange man was neatly dressed and exuded low-key elegance, just like a "superior" in his eyes. "etc." In the old tramp's life experience, it is best to wisely stay away from these "high-class people", otherwise you will be disliked by others and you will often suffer physical pain.
Unexpectedly, the man stopped when he heard the question and answered seriously: "My identity is an encrypted file and cannot be checked. My name is Zhan Lu."
The old homeless man looked at him in disbelief.
The man who called himself "Zhan Lu" asked again: "Do you have any other questions?"
The old homeless man who couldn't find the north finally came to his senses, wiped his nose in a panic, shook his head, and the man stepped away Long Legs followed the traces of the tramps just now.
There is heating in the reception hall of Victoria Harbor. The homeless people took off their coats and rubbed their hands and feet to warm themselves up as soon as possible. They seized the last bit of night before dawn and raced against time to fall asleep.
Within half an hour, the snoring started one after another.
At this time, a sneaky and thin figure stood up from the corner, carefully avoiding other people, and walked towards the port.
If classmate Huang Jingshu, a delinquent girl, was here, she would be able to recognize it at a glance. This is the disguise of the "monster" who abducts children. He escaped from the back door of the "Broken Tavern" and landed directly near Victoria Harbor through the small space field. He blended in with the homeless people and planned to leave Beijing's β planet from here.
The safe passage between the reception hall and the launch platform was locked. The fake homeless man took out a palm-sized chip from his body and stuck it on the lock. After three seconds, the door lock program silently jumped open, heavy The door opened on both sides, he looked around cautiously and stepped in.
"It's me, Spider." There was no one else in the safe passage. The thin "tramp" took off his tattered coat. His bones lengthened and widened, and he returned to his original appearance. He lowered his voice and spoke to his accomplices, " ...What a waste, I was targeted and almost couldn't escape!"
The security passage was long and narrow, and it was very noisy. Although I knew that the surveillance system had been blocked, the echo of my words still made this "Spider" Quite anxious, he cursed and said: "A bunch of rubbish, they only know how to ask for things. They can't even copy the fucking silent call system. Alliance dogs are almost universally used by civilians. They still want to subvert the alliance? What the fuck?" Just daydream...I don't know, a woman - how do I know who she is?"
"Spider" said as he pressed a few times on his wrist, and an image immediately appeared on his wrist. This is a recent photo of Huang Jingshu.
Then, the photo flashed, and a series of information such as Huang Jingshu's identity information, address, etc. were displayed in front of him in detail. "Spider" gave the girl in the photo a hard look with his bloody eyes: "Take this I've got her information, I don't know if it's true or not, but I don't think she's from the government... Well, it might just be a coincidence, the sewers of the eighth galaxy are full of cripples with hollow brain disease..."
The safe passage has come to an end. , "Spider" quickly came to the platform. There were only a few robot security guards patrolling the empty platform. "Spider" roughly confirmed the location of the robot security guards and pressed the jammer in his hand.
On the platform, machine security and monitoring equipment were jammed at the same time. The "Spider" confidently bypassed the stationary mechanical security guards, came to the outermost orbit, and took out the small mecha parked in the space field. The mecha landed firmly on the launch pad, and the hatch automatically opened.
"Spider" stepped in, and the fluorescent light from the launch pad condensed into a metallic cold light on his face. He said: "No matter who she is, whether it is a coincidence or not, to be on the safe side, let's kill her—— "
Before he finished speaking, the alarm system on the mecha screamed for no reason. There was a "bah" in Spider's ear. The call was immediately cut off. He raised his head suddenly and saw what looked like a living creature on the mecha on the launch pad. It began to tremble. Before the mental network in the mecha could connect with its master, the body of the mecha suddenly shook violently. The "Spider" stumbled backwards. At the same time, the mecha's mental network sparks jumped wildly, burning out a stream of ozone. Taste - This is the result of the mecha being seriously interfered with!
But in this remote place in the eighth galaxy, most of the country bumpkins have never seen a hair of a mecha in their lives. Where did this interference technology come from? !
"Spider" felt creepy.
The mental network in the mecha was in chaos. If he was rashly involved, even if it were a silicon-based creature, let alone a human being, he would be electrocuted and half disabled. Therefore, without thinking, he smashed the emergency safety valve with one punch. He quickly switched to manual operation, forced open the already heated hatch, screamed and got out.
The mecha behind him was billowing with smoke, and the security robots he had just immobilized somehow came to life again. Seven or eight laser guns were pointed at him, but no one could be seen on the platform.
Those damn flies haven't been shaken yet!
"Spider" broke into a cold sweat. He reached into his arms with one hand and pressed it on his left chest - there was a small chip implanted there, which was his last resort.
The security robot approached him -
"Illegal intrusion! Illegal intrusion!"
"Failed to scan the intruder's identity!"
"Warning! Raise your hands!"
The next moment, the invisible field centered on the "Spider", and the tide As if spreading out, the machine security locator suddenly lost its target, and the scanning results showed that there was no one on the platform. The robot security guards held up their laser guns and wandered around the "empty" platform for a moment, but found nothing, so they had to return to their patrol tracks.
"Spider" stood there, took a few big breaths, and showed a somewhat proud smile. He patted his left chest and whispered: "At last, those trashes are of some use."
With this "secret weapon", he can control the senses of all people and machines at will, just like letting everyone on a city bus Just like mistaking a child for an old homeless man, even if you encounter a "empty brain syndrome" like a little bitch/person, it will not be a problem to be confused for a moment.
"Come and catch me!" "Spider" shouted confidently and blew a sharp whistle. No sound was heard. He laughed loudly, raised his middle finger to the sky, and prepared to board the mecha again.
The moment he turned around, a very thin red light suddenly shot out from the wall and passed straight through "Spider"'s neck. Before "Spider" could close its laughing mouth, it said nothing. Fell down.
Then, the blank wall suddenly bulged out, and a man with short flaxen hair magically walked out of the wall. It was the man who called himself "Zhan Lu".
Zhan Lu stretched out his right hand, and the pale hand turned into a mechanical hand out of thin air, exactly like the one in the "Broken Tavern".
The robot hand scanned the unconscious "Spider" from head to toe. After a few beeps, a strong energy field was found at the heart of the "Spider".
Zhan Lu tilted his head, and a very thin probe stretched out from the palm of the robot hand. At the same time, mist-like disinfectant was sprayed from the pads of the five metal fingers, briefly creating a small sterile environment. The probe was quickly inserted into the chest of "Spider", and in less than five minutes, the minor operation was completed - a biochip was removed from the heart of the unconscious "Spider".
The moment the biochip was peeled off, "Spider's" metallic skin immediately collapsed, and his body temperature, heart rate, and metabolism dropped sharply. He seemed to be dozens of years older, with wrinkles almost appearing on his face.
The robot hand made the same voice as Zhan Lu himself: "Scanning the unknown energy field——"
"Scanning failed."
"Scanning failed again - unable to identify - warning -"
"Shield it." Zhan Lu whispered. command.
Zhan Lu carefully put away the strange chip, and the robot hand turned into a human hand again. He took away all the electronic equipment on the "Spider" and stripped him into a primitive man. He bent down and picked up the man, then returned and destroyed the machine. A's encryption system, took it away, and left Venus Port.
He planned to go back the same way he came. As he approached the hall, Zhan Lu suddenly stopped. He raised his head and closed his eyes. Then, as if summoned by something, he turned in another direction and walked straight into the dense white forest. In the grass.
A car parked somewhere deep in the dense withered grass. The fourth brother folded his arms in front of his chest and leaned on the car. It looked like he had been waiting for a long time.
Zhan Lu bowed to the fourth brother solemnly: "Sir."
The fourth brother raised his chin and motioned for him to get in the car. Zhan Lu threw the captured man into the trunk, put his hand on the car, and then, with his " "Hand" actually melted, first his hand, then his body, then his head... His whole person slowly disappeared and merged with the body of the car. At the same time, the dormant car of the fourth brother automatically restarted.
This tall and handsome "Zhan Lu" is actually an artificial intelligence that looks exactly like a real person.
Zhan Lu's voice sounded: "Sir, where are you going?"
"Go back to the Po Tavern." The fourth brother said, "Can you tell who this is?"
"Prepare to activate the space field and locate the Po Tavern - according to the machine Judging from Type A, they should be people from the "Poison Nest".
The organization "Poison Nest" is located at the edge of the eighth galaxy. Going further out, it is not suitable for human survival. "Poison Nest" rarely interacts with other gangs in the galaxy. It is said that it is more like a cult than a gang. There are many people in the eight galaxies and there are quite a few cult organizations, but everyone usually They make up some gods and ghosts based on ancient legends to worship. Even if they worship cats and dogs, they are also mammals after all. Organizations like the "Poison Nest" that worship insects are relatively unique.
The fourth brother was a little surprised: "What are they doing on the planet Beijing?"