The underground channel passes through the edge of the eighth galaxy and extends to the outside. It is said that it will pass through three underground supply stations on the way. The first supply station is near the asteroid group on the outskirts of the eighth galaxy. The coordinates are very hidden. , the "Self-Defense Forces" are currently entrenched here.
"Stinky Sister" - this person's name is "Spencer". Apart from his slightly slim figure, he feels that his whole person is full of heroic masculinity. He doesn't know why these stinky hooligans in the Eight Galaxy give him this name. It's such an insulting nickname, but fortunately everyone is insulting each other, so it can't be considered a disadvantage.
Mr. Spencer's family's ancestral business is interstellar smuggling and black market trading. He firmly believes in the principle of "Three Cunning Rabbits". Currently, the latter two supply depots are used as backup bases, and the coordinate addresses are strictly confidential. Only he knows it. He plans to wait until all is exhausted. Then retreat over there as a retreat.
The Administrative Building of the Self-Defense Forces is six stories high, with guest rooms on the top floor. There is a shabby-looking security guard in the corridor who is on duty 24 hours a day and is always on call. There is also a nanny robot in the room, which can order food. In such a place of refuge, The space station is quite luxurious.
The energy tower floats above the base, which is equivalent to an artificial "star". It falls evenly on the space station through the artificial atmosphere. The blue sky is enough to look real. Only when you look at the "horizon" from a distance, you can see some unnatural signs. ——There is no fish-belly white line at the junction of "heaven and earth".
The group of people rested at the base for a night, and after months of wandering in space, they felt like they were alive again. Even the voices of people arguing and disturbing people on the street in the middle of the night were very friendly, reminding people that Beijing stars will never shut up. The "Nikeyun Car".
The next day, the enthusiastic Spencer came to invite them. He first took them to see the military appearance of the "Self-Defense Forces" - to be honest, it was very inhumane - and then took them to his office.
"The base is not temporary. Look at these buildings and residential areas. They have been there for many years. Many people have lived here for most of their lives." Sister Stinky pointed from upstairs to the street corner not far away, " Look at that."
Under the building, a group of gray-haired old men and women were divided into two groups, engaged in a armed conflict.
People in the New Star Calendar Era mature around the age of 20, and will keep this appearance from then on until they are over 200 years old, when they are considered "middle-aged" and their physiological functions begin to decline. Middle age is not long. After about thirty or forty years, people will gradually show their old age and reach the end of life.
Looking at the gray-haired appearance of these "Sunset Reds", the average age must be over 250.
However, these old men are getting stronger and stronger, and their punk style is still the same as before. The leader of the group, an old man carrying a kitchen knife and missing two teeth in his mouth, was leaking words and said ruthlessly that he would kill the whole family.
"When I was young, I ran goods in space to make a living. I had no identity for the rest of my life, so I had to retire in the underground city." The smelly elder sister shrugged, opened the window and cursed loudly, "Fuck you, old turtle grandson, get away from me, don't be here I'm making a noise downstairs!"
The Sunset Reds raised their heads and collectively raised their middle fingers at him.
The smelly eldest sister was embarrassed to be acquainted with the "Two Hundred and Five" Legion, so she had to close the window out of sight and out of mind: "It's funny, there are many villains here, and the mechas over there consume a lot. The energy in the base is a bit tense, and conflicts are inevitable."
"Me. There's something I don't quite understand," Lin Jingheng said suddenly and unhurriedly, "I don't know why I can't help but ask for advice."
The smelly eldest sister said, "You're welcome, just tell me."
Lin Jingheng said, "Since the people at the base They are all engaged in smuggling business in the underground channels. Logically speaking, they are used to drifting among the stars. Why can't they form a mecha team?"
Lu Bixing was standing by the window, watching the Sunset Reds' war with great interest. After hearing this question, he was suddenly stunned and looked back at Lin Jingheng.
I heard the smelly elder sister laugh bitterly: "Fourth brother thinks too highly of us. Small businessmen are just trying to make a living. Who has ever touched a mecha? It's good to save a shabby little merchant ship for a lifetime. How many big smugglers can there be?" Some of them are rats in the sewers. They have been here for generations."
Lu Bixing's eyebrows twisted slightly. After the smelly sister's words faded, he suddenly waved to the students: "You have never seen anyone living on a space station for a long time. Yes, the artificial atmosphere and climate environment are different from those on ordinary planets. Come on, I will take you out for a walk, so you can learn a lot."
Among the students, some were as sensitive as mint. They already felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere, but they thought for a moment. Don't understand why: "Mr. Lu..."
"Let's go, let's go." Lu Bixing didn't give her time to react, pushing and tugging, "It's boring to listen to them chatting."
Mint turned back and glanced at Lin Jingheng, who nodded to her. , had been watching Lu Bixing lead all the confused minors away, and then the corners of his mouth curved, revealing a slightly malicious half-smile.
"Oh?" He said slowly, "I have never touched a mecha, so you bought these mechas in time."
Only then did the one-eyed eagle understand what he meant, and his eyes suddenly turned cold.
The smelly elder sister's expression changed slightly. He had realized that he had said the wrong thing and instinctively took a step back.
The one-eyed eagle did not allow him to hide. He took a step forward, grabbed the smelly elder sister by the collar, and lifted him up from the ground: "What do you mean? I have never used a mecha, but I suddenly bought it from me two months ago. A large number of people? You knew then that the interstellar pirates would make some moves soon, right?"
The smelly elder sister struggled to smile at him: "Brother, let me explain..."
"You're a fool to explain!" The one-eyed eagle exploded on the spot. .
Lin Jingheng "persuaded" from the side as if to add insult to injury: "Yes, Brother Lu, stay restrained and have something to say."
"You knelt and licked me like a dog in front of me, you were so close and so miserable, you begged me for nothing. Giving you discounts and installments, what were you thinking at the time? "Hmm?" The one-eyed eagle pressed his voice in his throat, his voice was a little hoarse, it sounded like the roar of some kind of beast, and the veins in his hands were bulging. The smelly elder sister pinched her thin neck in two, "Looking at me, are you thinking, 'Look at how proud this old fool is now, when the Star Thief comes, they will all die without a burial place', right?" "
The smelly elder sister's skin was filled with blood and her face turned red.
Lin Jingheng folded her arms in front of her chest, leaning against the corner and watching coldly.
"Even if the government of the eighth galaxy wants to buy mechas privately, they have to pay according to my price. I have been doing business for so many years and I have never given anyone a sweetener. I feel sorry for you. Are you saying that I am stupid and that I am a victim?" The one-eyed eagle suddenly threw the smelly sister to the ground and punched her, "I x your ancestor!" The punch
knocked off half of the smelly sister's front teeth, and she lost half a carat of diamonds, and her nosebleed suddenly started. With blood all over his chest, he curled up on the ground and coughed into a ball in embarrassment: "I...I can't help it."
"Yeah, I can't help it," Lin Jingheng said, "If everyone knows that a disaster is coming, how can they fish in troubled waters? How can they offer a low price? Hoarding supplies and weapons? Not
to mention discounts, Brother Lu, you probably won't sell any of your mechas, right?" Knowing the scale of this star pirate attack, Gloria, Beijing...so many people have helped you, treated you as brothers, and set up connections for you, but you didn't even give a warning, you hid yourself and watched them helplessly..." The one-eyed eagle's voice broke, "Are you human?!"
"What can I do!" Sister Stinky's voice suddenly became louder, "I'm not your wealthy Mr. Lu, and I'm not that capable to build military mechas! If I tell one person about this, I'm telling everyone. The alliance government is rubbish. Everyone in the eighth galaxy will go crazy at that time. You will all come out to grab supplies and stockpile weapons. Who doesn't care about others' life and death? If someone is interested in my whereabouts, I don't have the skills to compete with you. , maybe even the secret of this underground channel cannot be kept. Once the news spreads outside the territory, no one can predict what the pirates will do! If I don't make complete preparations, how can I survive? People...how do these people live without even having an identity card in their lives? Tell me!"
One-eyed Eagle couldn't hear a word. Most of his belongings were on the Gloria Star. He kept suppressing himself on the way to escape. Don't think about or worry about things that have already happened and cannot be changed. You pretend to be cool and carefree, but how can it really be okay? He was born in Gloria and grew up in Gloria. When he was young, he took the lead in resisting the tyranny of Prince Gloria. He fought side by side with countless famous and unknown heroes - the planet Gloria is not only the home he saved for nearly two hundred years. Karma, as well as the best brother and the warmest memory in his life.
Even if I had told him a day earlier or an hour earlier...
the smelly eldest sister shouted hoarsely: "If it were you, would you be so loyal and selfless? No one's back hurts when you stand and talk!"
The one-eyed eagle has always felt that "farmers and snakes" The farmer in the story had a problem with his brain. He never expected that he would also play a cameo. He believed in the law of the jungle, and few things could touch him. The story about the "Rainbow Virus" that made the stinky sister burst into tears touched his rare compassion. The love, now it seems, is completely fed to the dog.
The one-eyed eagle wanted to behead the smelly sister alive, so he took out the laser gun that was usually attached to his body and pointed it at his head: "There should be an explanation for this matter."
The guards of the smelly sister's self-defense force burst out with "hoo!" Come in, the door is blocked, and all kinds of guns are pointed at the unfriendly guests.
The smelly eldest sister turned her head and spit the nosebleed that flowed into her mouth onto the ground: "One-eyed Eagle, I treat you as a friend, so don't show me any shame. Have you forgotten whose territory this is?"
Lin Jingheng stood up straight: "This is Whose territory is this?"
Sister Stinky got goosebumps from his meaningful rhetorical question. Before he could reply, the ground of the administration building suddenly started to tremble.
Lin Jingheng smiled miserably and patted the mechanical hand on her arm: "There is also a mecha hidden under the administrative building... It has three energy cores and it is a heavy mecha. Is it a secret weapon?"
The smelly sister realized that he was there What to say, his eyes widened in disbelief.
"You still don't understand?" Lin Jingheng bowed her head at him, "So you still haven't figured out why my little mecha has such a big mental network, right?"
The smelly elder sister was so shocked that her tongue tied into a bow: "You...you...you..."
"Because I'm not using the mental net on that little mecha." As he spoke, the whole building began to shake, and the monsters underground seemed to have heard someone's call and woke up. Letting out a "rumbling" sigh and walking up the walls and pipes, Lin Jingheng smiled, "Why don't you tell me now, whose territory is this?"
At this time, a member of the Self-Defense Forces sent an alarm through the base's intranet. : "Boss! The mecha warehouse...the mecha warehouse is haunted! Just now they collectively took a step forward and loaded the missile automatically! No one touched it!"
"I give you two choices, either disarm and destroy the entire underground channel. And hand over control of all the space stations, or I will only accept a few of your good mechas and blow this overcrowded place into rubbish." Lin Jingheng walked into the middle of the armed guards like no one else, "Which one do you like? ?"
At this time, the unconscious people in the base did not know that a life-and-death bargain was going on in the administrative building not far away. Feeling the shaking on the ground, the old man with the missing front teeth looked at Lu Bixing indifferently. He waved his hand and said, "It's okay. There's something wrong with this damn place. It's going to be shaken every three days - go on."
The root cause of the conflict between Sunset Red's elderly thugs is the toothless old man and the lame guy next door. The old man had a conflict over an energy panel. The space station was overloaded and the energy system planning was extremely messed up. Most of them were used to support mechas. Residents had to have power supply for a limited time every day. Many people have made simple homemade light energy panels - which are probably not much more advanced than primitive solar cells - and ugly energy panels are scattered everywhere, robbing the energy from the energy towers above. Because of the densely populated areas, they inevitably interact with each other. Block out the light and have to fight with each other every three days.
"The nuclear energy tower above the supply station should be left over from the era of interstellar navigation nine hundred years ago," Lu Bixing said in a few words. He had already used his years of experience in training/training young hooligans to get involved with both parties in the conflict. There was hot tea soup given to him by the lame old man. Next to him, the gap-toothed old man was peeling apples for him with a kitchen knife used for fighting. Teacher Lu gave an impromptu science lecture on the street and chatted with people in a lively manner. One of the great innovations of the Age of Navigation was this "artificial star". Back then, it was called the "Sun Planting" project - White, you guys, don't just stand around listening to the excitement and taking notes - the energy stored here is enough to last tens of thousands of years. , even if the space station is abandoned, it will continue to glow and heat. The energy source is not a problem. I just saw that the energy supply of your entire base still uses the energy system that was first used to charge passing mechas and merchant ships. The charger can support a. People in the city? The efficiency is too low. There is no need to separate the civilian energy source and the mecha warehouse. The cooling device for the mecha's daily rise and fall can support a thermal power station, which is enough for you. If there is no place to put it, it can be made into a floating one."
The old man with big teeth handed him the pitted apple and sneered: "Young man, that's easy to say." "
It's nothing at first," Lu Bixing said, "With so many mechas on the space station, don't you have a robot repair team for daily maintenance? As long as The plan is ready, which is to modify the program for the repair team."
The lame old man said: "You are so powerful, what do you do?"
Lu Bixing said modestly: "You are just a teacher."
A group of old men and women . The whole room burst into laughter, feeling that today's young people are bragging less and less about drafting.
"With such a big bullshit, I thought you were an aerospace expert from the Voto Institute?"
"Kid, how many suns have you planted?"
"Do you think the thermal power station is just a dough pancake? You can join one after another. ?"
Lu Bixing had a good temper. He didn't get angry when the old men and women laughed at him. He laughed with everyone, cut the apple into several pieces, distributed it to a few students who couldn't take the joke, and stuffed it. The teenagers were ready to retaliate.
At this time, an old lady stretched out her cane and tapped him: "Kid, you are talking so lively, can you fix that?"
Lu Bixing looked up in the direction of her finger, and saw a narrow street in the middle. There was a suspended 360-degree large screen, standing there silently, as if it had been dead for many years.
"When I was young, my biggest hobby was to run a cargo trip, come back alive, and then sit in the square and watch a movie." The old lady said, "About fifty years ago, it was said that it was caused by magnetic field interference or something. It has never come on again. The situation outside is tense now. The base dares not communicate with the outside world. There is no signal and we can't even watch TV. We old guys have nothing to do but find faults and fight every day. You are so awesome. Earth, can you make it light up again?"