"Sir, I detected that your heart rate is above the normal range by 20%. Are you okay?"

Lin Jingheng couldn't speak.

It took him eighteen years to track down the mysterious figure who robbed Mrs. Lu, while trying his best to eliminate dissidents, climb to the front line of the alliance, and enter the Silver Fortress. The Silver Fortress is a military stronghold. With the pirates outside the region still eyeing him, he has the highest right to mobility. Only there can give him the freedom he has always dreamed of.

Fifteen years ago, he finally found an opportunity and deliberately let a pirate of interstellar pirates escape to the eighth Galaxy. He took the opportunity to chase him and passed by Kale Star. He made a subtle time difference and left the team alone, blocking the arms dealer One-Eyed Eagle in the suspended nightclub of Kale Star's atmosphere.

The one-eyed eagle was having fun at that time, and was caught by General Lin before he even put his pants on. The entire process of questioning was a great shame for the arms dealer throughout his life. In the end, he had to admit that he was the one who robbed Mrs. Lu. Only then did Lin Jingheng show his compassion and gave him a pair of shorts.

Objectively looking back, Lin Jingheng admitted that he was young and energetic at that time, and things were a bit damaged, but he couldn't slap his hand. The old Persian cat's first-class fire-rotating skills were also indelible. In short, these shorts were the solid foundation for their lifelong evil.

The one-eyed eagle with bare legs wearing shorts was carried by three micro-particle cannons, falling from the sky, and was forced to hand over Mrs. Lu's ashes, the general's ejection stamp she took with her, and the navigation recorder on the little starship she was riding on back then... but there were no children.

The One-Eyed Eagle gritted her teeth and told him that Mrs. Lu was dead and the child that Lu Xin had been looking forward to was not saved. Lin Jingheng certainly did not believe it, but he did not find any evidence of the child's existence at that time, and he was inconvenient to stay too much, so he had to let the One-Eyed Eagle go temporarily.

When the stone statue in the Lu Xin monument was broken and removed, Lin Jingheng tried his best to keep a piece of it, which was carved by Lu Xin's epaulette. In the long years since then, Lin Jingheng repeatedly deduced the place where Lu Xin's mecha crashed, spent a lot of energy searching for fragments of remains, and received a total of three small pieces of scraps as big as fingernails.

The wreckage is his body, the stone statue is his glory, the epaulette is his lifelong belief, and the lover is his place where his soul returns.

At this point, except for the child who is uncertain about life and death, these four things can finally rest in peace together.

Five years ago, Lin Jingheng was obsessed with immortality and returned to the eighth galaxy. He used the gene information of the fetal left by Mrs. Lu during the prenatal examination. The coordinates were originally the one-eyed eagle. Unexpectedly, Lu Bixing was accidentally opened by Lu Bixing outside the Beijing Star.

Is it God's will? Is it a fate he never believed in?

Lin Jingheng's eyes were attached to the mecha's spiritual network and extended to a long distance. In the mecha, the perspective had spread to the boundless darkness. When he looked back suddenly, he looked at this simple and pitiful little mecha with mixed feelings.

For five years, he had suspicions and disappointments over and over again. Because more than 30 years ago, the black hole was the closest partner of the One-Eyed Eagle, he even grabbed the black hole in his hands without bothering to find clues...

"Why...why does the brain's genotype not match the body?"

Zhanlu replied: "Sorry, sir, there are too many possibilities, I can't judge."

"Oh," Lin Jingheng paused, and said as if he was talking to himself, "Do you think he looks like Teacher Lu? I don't think he looks very similar."

Maybe it was because of the unlucky one-eyed eagle that did something, maybe he was just more like his mother - Lin Jingheng and Mrs. Lu were not very familiar with each other. For more than 30 years, it was too long. He could no longer remember the people and things that were not very familiar with.

For a moment, many irrelevant thoughts even emerged from his brain, which was always erratic, everything was irrational, as if it was a short circuit.

Zhan Lu asked seriously: "Do you want me to analyze and compare the facial features of Principal Lu and General Lu Xin?"

"……No."

"Sir," said Zhanlu, "I must remind you that your mental power fluctuates very much, and the matching degree with the mecha link is declining. According to historical data, it has approached the lowest value. Are you okay?"

Lin Jingheng's eyes remained on Lu Bixing and asked absent-mindedly: "Hmm?"

"The current value is 56%, and the matching degree drops below 50%. You will face the risk of non-active disconnection of spiritual network links. You have never had non-active disconnection since you graduated."

"Is that so? Then my life is really incomplete." Lin Jingheng smiled meaningfully, then closed his eyes and cut off his gaze. Just now, the spiritual network, which was as fluctuating as water waves, calmed down. After a moment of matching value paused, it began to rise, as stable as if it was held up by a hand with infinite strength, rising to 89%.

It slowly takes shape like an invisible armor.

He became the general who had no color change again.

"There are less than twenty minutes left before the abandoned station. We are preparing to descend and dock. The injured and people who do not have the qualifications to drive mecha will return to the nursing cabin." Lin Jingheng turned his back to everyone and ordered.

If he was willing to be the director of Xinghai College, the school's school spirit and discipline would definitely be cleaned up. From the rebellious principal to the rebellious students, after listening to his instructions, they all lined up without saying a word, and they were all obedient, like a group of wild animals with circus household registration.

"Sir," Zhan Lu asked in the Spiritual Network, "Will you talk about this with Principal Lu?"

"No," Lin Jingheng said, "I have said it many times, I don't like chatting."

He deliberately misinterpreted Zhan Lu's question and avoided answers, but the simple artificial intelligence did not hear it, and he still asked: "Will you give him all my spare permissions like General Lu Xin?"

Lin Jingheng was silent for a while: "No."

Zhan Lu waited quietly for his words in the spiritual net, but according to historical data - when Lin Jingheng replied in such a tense tone, he would pretend to be deaf and dumb next.

However, this time, he continued to say it.

"Your ex-master is a great idealist, and you can sacrifice for some beliefs." Lin Jingheng said lightly, "I am different. I don't have so many feelings to support. Without wine, I will drink blood. I am waiting to collect corpses for all those who want my life. I have no will to inherit, and no last wishes need to be realized... Also, Zhan Lu, all the data today, including what I said to you, medical information, and spiritual network matching data, will be encrypted at the highest level."

"Okay." Zhan Lu said, "but Principal Lu may not know his blood relationship with General Lu Xin."

"He doesn't need to know." Lin Jingheng began to adjust the route and power system and prepare to land. His matching degree with the mecha spirit network quietly increased by one square, reaching the limit of human interaction with the mecha - 90%.

Soon, the abandoned station could be observed in the spirit network, and the mecha slowly slowed down and entered the abandoned supply station track. The friction of the artificial atmosphere was felt outside the cabin, and the insulation layer was gently sounding, as if the sound of the rushing wind could be heard.

This is good news, and the artificial atmosphere is still there, which means that this abandoned supply station is likely to be operated by someone.

At this time, the mecha energy reserves dropped to 7%, and the red alarm lights lit up regularly, reflecting the fluorescent grass on the wine cabinet, making it a beautiful landscape with red and green.

The one-eyed eagle came over: "Is this energy safe enough to land?"

Because this is nonsense, Lin Jingheng ignored him.

"Okay," the one-eyed Hawk rarely eased his tone and asked in human terms, "Do you know the pirate of the 'Prince of Kelly'?"

Lin Jingheng focused on calculating the whereabouts and gave him a little reaction with the corner of his eyes.

The one-eyed eagle looked back at the direction of the medical room, and in the subtle noise, it lowered the sound again octave: "'Prince Kelly' was originally named Flander Feng, who was completely perverted. More than a hundred years ago, he was chased by Lu Xin to outside the Eighth Galaxy. The personal soldiers around him collectively mutiny and chopped his head. You know, the Eighth Galaxy has always hated you hypocritical alliance dogs, but in order to overthrow Prince Kelly, we chose Lu Xin."

"I heard that during Prince Kelly's reign, except for the Prince's Guard, the Eighth Galaxy banned interstellar navigation, and the entire starry sky was his private property." Lin Jingheng said, "He has the most cutting-edge scientific research results and arms in his hands. However, in order to prevent human rebellion, anti-science and anti-intellectualism were repeatedly spread across the interstellar range, and 103 bans were issued, almost blocking the life of private science and technology. It has been nearly 150 years, and the impact is still there."

"Is this what I heard in textbooks, little general?" The one-eyed eagle smiled coldly, "I'll tell you a few new things--do you know the infamous Riinborg Laboratory?"

Lin Jingheng didn't speak up and mocked each other with him, just to listen carefully.

So the one-eyed eagle continued: "Prince Kelly believes that a lifespan of just three hundred years is not enough. He also wants to live forever. He established the Ruiyinburg laboratory and conducted eight years of human experiments. I don't know what results they have developed. In short, they produced a thousand people in eight years... No, it's a 10,000 people trap."

"In 128, that is, Prince Kelly was in the 60th year of the Eighth Galaxy, the entire Eighth Galaxy was sucked by them, vampires, and famine broke out among the people. Do you know what famine is? The Earth era is a word that was cleaned out from human history. In this era when a shot of nutrients can drift in space for two months, tens of millions of people starved to death. The Prince Kelly government pretended to set up a disaster relief team. The garbage inside collected money and asked people to use the corpses of human experiments as raw materials for compressed nutrition meals. The disinfection process cut corners. The experimental viruses in some corpses flowed out, which actually caused a plague."

"Well," Lin Jingheng finally responded, "I heard of it, the rainbow virus."

The Rainbow Virus - the most shocking culprit of the plague in modern human history, is the product of human wisdom.

This virus is purely artificially synthesized, has high pathogenicity, high mortality rate, and is extremely difficult to kill. It is very creatively implanted with miniature artificial intelligence, allowing the virus to deform at any time according to the environment. After a large-scale outbreak, the Eighth Galaxy had no way to resist, and even scattered cases flowed into the alliance. More than six years later, a team far away in the capital Votto developed a special medicine and vaccine against the rainbow virus, winning the Nobel Prize and the Freedom Contribution Award that year.

In 136, Lu Xin brought antibodies when he was expeditioning the Eighth Galaxy, which saved the Eighth Galaxy from this absurd catastrophe.

"I don't know who is the one who calls himself Prince Kelly now," said the One-Eyed Hawk. "But in the Prince Kelly guards back then, it was a tradition to be crazy, so they suddenly appeared in the Eighth Galaxy. I have... wait, the energy volume has dropped to 5%. Can you do it?"

"The docking valve is ready and is about to land."

"Warning, insufficient energy—"

"The signal of the transceiver station is normal, is it turned on?"

"Warning, less than 5% of the energy is expected to be difficult to land safely."

"warn--"

Lin Jingheng suddenly spoke: "Switch off the main power system."

The one-eyed eagle said in shock: "What..."

The powerless mecha trembled violently. As the fuselage lost its power, the mecha that had fallen slowly suddenly became freely falling. The screams of students came from the nursing compartment. The one-eyed eagle held it on the wine cabinet, and the feeling of weightlessness pulled him hard.

"Warning, due to gravity, the fuselage accelerates to fall-"

"Ahhhhhh!"

The protective gas in the mecha suddenly opened the cabin, and everyone floated up together. Then, Lin Jingheng used the remaining energy to spread out four energy knives. The energy knives lined up, and the excess protective gas in the cabin spread along the blade body. The viscous special substance condensed into a film on the four energy knives like umbrella skeletons, like a large parachute, and resistance and gravity were balanced within a few seconds.

In the deafening noise, the mecha landed on the low-Earth orbit in a slightest.

At the same time, all the equipment in the mecha turned off at the same time, the mental network disappeared out of thin air, completely exhausted. After pausing for a while, the entire fuselage suddenly slid along the track. Under the tightly-sewn track brake system, the docking valve burst out with friction sparks, and stopped hard - it landed safely!

The fuselage was quiet for a moment, then whistles and cheers broke out, and the students who were back on the ground almost cried with joy.

The one-eyed eagle pointed at Lin Jingheng tremblingly: "You...you are simply a mad dog!"

"Thank you for your praise," Lin Jingheng nodded without changing his face, took off his gloves and threw them on the wine cabinet. He slightly tidied up his collar and calmly answered the words just now. "After Prince Fland Feng was killed, his two sons fled outside the domain respectively. The eldest was betrayed by his subordinates and died halfway. The second inherited the name of Prince Kelly, dealt with the lackeys left by his perverted father, and re-established the Prince Kelly guard. With the arms and technology exploited in the Eighth Galaxy, he quickly devoured many pirate forces. In recent years, there have been reports that they are still patrolling around the Eighth Galaxy."

The one-eyed eagle was stunned: "You actually pay attention to them too?"

Lin Jingheng's lips curled, as if he was smiling. He said, "Sorry, I came forward to settle the incident that attacked the honor guard in 258."

One-eyed eagle: "…"

He is the local emperor of the Eighth Galaxy, and he is a little deaf about things outside the window. He has been lazy and free these years. As long as the fire does not burn the Eighth Galaxy, he will not care much about things outside the Galaxy, and he is a little ignorant.

Therefore, he didn't even hear that why his precious son mentioned the "Freedom Day attack" in 258 was a very routine compliment!

Bullying my dad is illiterate, and that boy Lu Bixing has gained skills. Under his nose, he holds the stinky feet of Lin's surname!

After running away from home for five years, his wings are hard!

The one-eyed eagle had a faint smoke from cooking fires, and its hair exploded more than two feet long, almost making it into a sea urchin.

He lowered his voice and looked grim: "I'll say it again, stay away from my son!"

Lin Jingheng raised his eyebrows: "Look at this strict? Is Mr. Ling a minor girl?"

"Our eighth galaxy's country bumpkin can't get to your league's general!"

"Your son is poor and he doesn't say that when he cheats on me under my banner."

One-eyed eagle has two last regrets in his life. One was that when he went to have fun fifteen years ago, there was no laser gun on his underwear belt. The other was that he felt that the boy should be beaten when he was old and raised properly. He did not kneel down and provide cash to support his son's run away from home.

One-eyed Hawk: "You fart!"

Lin Jingheng sneered.
To be continued...