The One-Eyed Eagle found this unbelievable: "Why did he blow up the space station? Is he sick?"
"They all exploded, why so many?" Lin Jingheng stepped onto the mecha and said to the One-Eyed Eagle, "Why? If you don't come up, do you want to die?"
One-eyed Eagle has almost become a master of arguing with him: "Bah, you don't need to lie... Lu Bixing, you little brat, what are you doing? I've turned against you!"
Although Lu Bixing is also talkative, he also He was chatty, but he didn't have a gunpowder magazine in his mind, so his father, who was a lot older than him, knew the priorities. The terrible explosion was getting closer and closer, the ground began to tremble, and all the parked mechas began to tremble. Lu Bixing had no choice but to do the following: He took advantage of the situation and forced the arms dealer, who was jumping on the spot, into the mecha. Before the two of them could stand still, the hatch was automatically closed and locked. Immediately, the defense system was turned on to maximum power, and a particle cannon shot away the space station's mecha. After entering and exiting the verification door, the mecha flew out directly.
Small mechas usually cannot carry high-power power systems. To escape from gravity, the entire power system needs to be warmed up for at least two and a half minutes. Therefore, in order to save the energy of the mecha itself, the general approach is to use the track of the mecha docking station as an external force to accelerate the mecha.
At this time, flames shot up into the sky, and the space station exploded in a series. It was obviously too late to warm up.
The mecha jumped directly onto the track, accelerating as it slid. Behind it, the track continued to shatter, and the space station was accelerating and collapsing in the explosion.
Lu Bixing didn't take a moment to catch his breath, and quickly went to check the crazy rotating power system: "No, if this continues, the acceleration will not be completed..."
Before he could finish his words, the fuselage shook violently, and the space station started to move from The middle began to break and twist, and the crazy siren interrupted Lu Bixing's words - the acceleration track completely collapsed, and the mecha was not fast enough and was sucked in by the artificial gravity of the space station!
The streamlined fuselage rolled several times in the air. The pilot, Mr. Lin, was probably used to flying alone and lacked experience in carrying passengers. He didn't even say "hold firm and sit tight". His unlucky passengers collectively became rollers. The socks in the washing machine were crumbled into a ball.
The four teenagers shouted like a choir, and the one-eyed eagle bumped against the cabin door. Judging from his expression, he must have dug out all the eighteen generations of Lin Jingheng's ancestors to greet them.
Lu Bixing hurriedly grabbed a seat belt: "Lin!"
Then, the strong gravity alarm suddenly changed its tone, and the artificial gravity field of the space station began to become unstable. However, this was obviously not a good thing.
One-eyed Eagle: "It's going to explode. Lin, can you do it?"
The next moment, the space station of Poison Nest exploded into a firework in the dark universe, and the huge energy that emerged slammed into the mecha's defense. On the system, the damage to the defensive cover exceeded 80% in one blow, and the rear half of the fuselage was directly hit.
The siren and the screams of the passengers were mixed together. Lin Jingheng said: "The backup energy source is detached."
The mecha warrior broke away from the rear half of the fuselage like a broken arm. With this wave of energy, he increased his speed and jumped like a wild horse. Out of the fierce fire, he flew towards the vast sea of stars in the eighth galaxy.
Lin Jingheng turned around, pressed the sore ears, and asked considerately: "Do you need antiemetic medicine?"
White was so dizzy that he couldn't stand up at all. He knelt on the ground and retched, telling him with body language that it was very painful. need.
This mecha was originally Lin Jingheng's small collection on the Beijing Star. He skillfully dragged out the medical equipment and threw the four students into the nursing room. He tied the unconscious Ling Ling Yi to the electric shock chair. Then, he started the automatic return, moved his stiff shoulders and neck, and opened the wine cabinet on the mecha.
Lu Bixing came over thoughtfully and asked without saying anything else: "Do you want me to drive the car instead?"
Lin Jingheng was silent for a moment in front of the empty wine cabinet: "Is my wine delicious?"
Lu Bixing, the interstellar drunk driver Speechless, she could only smile at him with eight bright white teeth.
"I don't even have the wine bottle left," Lin Jingheng said with admiration, "Master, your teeth are so good."
"There is the wine bottle left, over there." Lu Bixing quickly raised his hand and pointed, "Use waste, improve The boring ecological environment inside the mecha."
Lin Jingheng looked up and saw a row of transparent wine bottles floating above her head. The bottles were filled with plant nutrient solution and filled with fluorescent grass, a genetically modified ornamental plant. It is very easy to maintain. If you soak it in a sealed nutrient solution, it will survive for three to five years. The small leaves stretch evenly in the bottle, and the green fluorescent light sways gently with the hanging bottle, as if the rotten grass is a firefly on a late summer night.
The dim light from the lighting on the wine cabinet hit Lin Jingheng's face, as if a filter had been applied to him. The dust on his face, the blood on his chin, and the faintly impatient look on his face were all filtered out, like It was someone Lu Bixing had seen in a picture album many years ago.
For some reason, Lu Bixing's brain temporarily short-circuited, and he blurted out: "General, I'll see you off."
After saying that, he immediately came back to his senses and almost bit his own tongue. He felt that these words were really not human, because of his behavior. It's not like borrowing flowers to offer to the Buddha - he denuded the Buddha's back garden!
Fortunately, Lin Jingheng didn't intend to meet him, and turned around expressionlessly. Lin Jingheng said: "I understand, but I still don't appreciate the green top of my head. Take it and get out."
Lu Bixing: "..."
"That's right," Lin Jingheng He paused and said, "The medical room is over there. Take out the illegal chip on your body first."
The one-eyed eagle, who was planning to come over to make trouble, heard a voice from a distance, and his face changed: "What chip?"
Lu Bixing heard this sentence At that moment, his heart suddenly stopped, and there was a strong resistance, which was too strong to be like his character. It was as if there was an external beast locked in his heart. He was angered by this sentence and roared irritably: "No one can even think about it. Take away my power!"
Lin Jingheng looked at him calmly. When Lu Bixing met his cold gaze, he felt as if a bowl of cold water was poured over his head. He was shocked and thought: "I am a school owner, how can I do that? What's the use of big power?"
"Well, go ahead." Lu Bixing vaguely sensed the danger of that chip and responded absently. After taking two steps, he thought of something again, "Then don't do anything again. Otherwise, I won't be able to break up the argument."
The one-eyed eagle is now allergic to the word "chip". Before Lu Bixing could finish his instructions, he was shoved into the medical room by his old man, screaming.
Lin Jingheng watched them enter the medical room with his hands behind his back, thinking: "It's very addictive."
He had a vague feeling like this just now on the space station - otherwise there is no way to explain why the Poison Nest, a small place that originally belonged to the eighth galaxy, The cult organization will surrender to the pirates from outside the territory, and they will obey from the inside out, without any doubts, without exception.
Human beings have escaped the evolutionary process of natural selection since the ancient industrial revolution... and even the older agricultural revolution. The pursuit of pleasure is like a cancer written in genes. Before the foundation of the Garden of Eden was laid, the debate about its addictiveness continued for half a century. It was later implemented through strict regulatory legislation. Now, whether the Garden of Eden is addictive is meaningless - it is the same as breathing, eating and drinking. , has become one of the survival factors.
But the Garden of Eden is under supervision after all, and there are so many things that this wild chip can do.
Does this thing only exist in the eighth galaxy, or has it flowed into the entire alliance quietly?
Lin Jingheng opened the mecha cockpit into a single lounge and sat down slowly. Zhan Lu remained silent and clasped quietly on his arm, like an ordinary decoration.
At this time, Zhan Lu was just a mecha core, not a complete mecha after all. The protective shield that helped Lu Bixing block the energy knife had almost exhausted his energy. At this time, he had to use the mecha's energy system to slowly recharge.
Without Zhan Lu, Lin Jingheng would not be able to contact Bai Yinjiu.
Fortunately, it was impossible for him to take a group of idle people on an unknown journey. He just wanted to return these people to Beijing safely, so he was not in a hurry to wake up Zhan Lu.
On this day, too many things happened.
Lin Jingheng had a vague feeling of losing control. He closed his eyes and sank into the mecha's mental network.
Connecting to the mental network caused Dou Chong to suffer a concussion and fall into a coma. However, for Lin Jingheng, who was used to this kind of connection, this was a way to rest.
As the mecha returned along the established route, the mental network was very calm at this time. Subtle fluctuations collected information around it. Lin Jingheng's consciousness spread to the boundless land as the mental network spread, and his heart rate slowly dropped.
He would often quiet himself in this way, like a fish sinking to the bottom of the sea, quietly digesting everything.
Every corner of the entire mecha was within the range of his senses, but the volume was lowered a lot to prevent him from feeling so noisy.
Lin Jingheng saw that Lu Bixing had taken out the chip. The moment the chip left him, his body suffered double backlash - his knee joints that had hit the ground were shattered, and his arms that had been attacked by the militants from the Poison Nest were suddenly detached. Broken bones, One-eyed Eagle jumped up and down in pain. Fortunately, it didn't last long, they were all traumatic injuries, and the medical system on the mecha dealt with them very quickly.
In the nursing room, each of Lu Bixing's four students received an injection of anti-vertigo medicine. The medicine took effect quickly, and the four people who were still dying just now started chatting with each other.
White said: "Although I have to write dozens of tests when I go back, I think it's worth it. After this experience, even if I immigrate to the seventh galaxy in the future, it will be enough for me to brag about for a lifetime!"
Another boy, Douji, said: "No. I know whether we will be separated into colleges in the future. If we are separated, I will definitely choose mecha operation. It's so exciting."
"I'll almost kill you." Mint said coolly, "Hey, nerd, give me the balance before you immigrate. I'll pay it off."
"We are life-and-death friends now, but you only care about my money." White sighed, "By the way, doesn't our school have scholarships? Why do you two need so much money?"
"I want to support my family," Mint was silent for a while, "I am from an orphanage. Last year, the director took the money and ran away, and the orphanage also disbanded, leaving behind a bunch of cubs. There was nothing we could do. After some discussion, we decided to give it a try first to see if we could get some money. If it didn't work...if it didn't work, we would go our separate ways and let those little bastards fend for themselves. I sold things on the black market and modified weapons privately. They can only make a little money. I heard that mecha design is the most profitable, so I came to try my luck."
Huang Jingshu was lying alone in the nursing room, feeling a little unsociable. At this time, she added: "There is nothing good about immigration. It's all the same."
Several students thought that she had a brain disorder and knew that her family might be "lost people" from other galaxies, so they didn't dare to answer the question for a while.
After a long silence, Mint deliberately broke the embarrassment and said to White: "Hey, nerd, aren't you rich? Make a price and I will write a check for you when you get back."
Several teenagers began to bargain with each other word by word. .
"Waiting until we get back to school..."
Lin Jingheng stopped listening. He scanned Huang Jingshu's stubborn face through the mental network and remembered her name.
Jingshu.
"Marrying a member of the Gordon family is equivalent to marrying the 'Management Committee'. If you think clearly, just say no if you don't want to. At least I'm not dead yet."
"I'm voluntary, brother, what's the point of marrying the Management Committee? Isn't that good?"
Her tone of calling "brother" sounded just as polite as calling her "Your Excellency" or "Mr." He smiled half-heartedly and answered only one question, as if this brother was just a strange man.
He remembered the day when he was taken away by Lu Xin. The little girl chased the car until the car flew onto the air track. When she raised her head and fell, the robot and the nanny rushed towards her with shouts. She took her away, and Lin Jingheng couldn't tell whether she was crying.
So long ago.
Decades passed, and he barely remembered what the little girl looked like.