The underground channel passes through the edge of the eighth galaxy and extends all the way out. It is said that there are three underground supply stations on the way. The first supply station is near the asteroid cluster outside the eighth galaxy. The coordinates are very hidden, and the "Self-Defense Force" is currently entrenched here.

"Stupid Sister" - this person is called "Spencer". He realizes that in addition to being a little slim figure, he is full of heroic masculinity. He doesn't know why these stinky hooligans from the Eight Galaxies gave him such an insulting nickname, but fortunately, everyone insults each other and cannot be considered a loss.

Mr. Spencer's family's ancestral property is interstellar smuggling and black market transactions. He firmly believes in the principle of "three holes in cunning rabbits". At present, the two supply stations at the latter are strictly confidential as backup bases, and only he knows it. He plans to wait until the end of his life and then retreat there as a way out.

The Self-Defense Force Administration Building is six floors high, with a guest room on the top floor. There is a slutty security guard in the corridor on duty for 24 hours, on call, and a nanny robot is also equipped in the room, which can order food. It can be called very luxurious in such a sheltered space station.

There is an energy tower floating above the base, which is equivalent to an artificial "star". It falls evenly on the space station through the artificial atmosphere. The blue sky can be fake and real. Only when you look at the "horizon" from afar, you can see a little unnatural clue - the junction of "heaven and earth", there is no white line.

The group of people rested at the base for a whole night, drifting in space for months, and only then did they feel like they were back to life. Even the voices of quarreling on the street in the middle of the night were very friendly, reminding people of the "Rike Cloud Car" that would never shut up on the Beijing Star.

The next day, Spencer came to invite him, first he took them to visit the military appearance of the "Self-Defense Force" - to be honest, very no one seemed to him - and then took them to his office.

"The base is not temporary. You can see these buildings and residential areas for many years. Many people have lived here for most of their lives." The stinky sister pointed to the corner of the street not far away from the building, "Look at that."

Under the building, a group of white-haired old men and women were divided into two factions and engaged in a force conflict.

People in the new era, who grew up in their twenties, will continue to maintain this appearance until they are over 200 years old, and will only be considered "middle-aged" and their physiological functions begin to decline. If they don't grow old in middle age, they will gradually show their old age and move towards the end of their lives after about 30 to 40 years.

Looking at the white hair of these "sunset red" people, their average age is over 25 years old.

However, these two hundred and fifteenagers are getting stronger and stronger. The punk is still the same as before. The old man in the lead carries a kitchen knife and has two teeth missing in his mouth. He speaks in a leaky manner and does not delay his harsh words saying that he wants to kill the whole family.

"When I was young, I was running goods to make a living in space. I never had the status of my life, so I had to go to the dungeon to retire." The smelly sister shrugged, opened the window and cursed, "Go to your mother's old turtle grandson, get away, don't make a noise under my building!"

Sunset Red raised his head and raised his middle fingers at him collectively.

The stinky sister was embarrassed to see the "25th" legion, so she had to close the window without seeing it: "I laughed at you, there are many villains in the place, and there are more mechas there, and the energy in the base is a bit tense, so conflicts are inevitable."

"I don't understand one thing very well," Lin Jingheng suddenly said slowly, "I don't know if Fang is not convenient to ask for advice."

The stinky sister said happily: "Don't be polite, you said."

Lin Jingheng: "Since the people at the base are doing smuggling business on the underground channel, they are used to being floating between the stars. Why can't they get a mecha team?"

Lu Bixing was standing by the window, watching the war between the sunset and the red ones with relish. After hearing this question, he was suddenly stunned and turned around and looked at Lin Jingheng.

I heard the stinky sister smile bitterly: "The fourth brother is so arrogant. The little businessman is just making a living. Who has ever touched a mecha? It's great to save a small ragged merchant ship in your life. How many big smugglers can there be? Most of them are rats in the sewer, and they have been like this for generations."

Lu Bixing's eyebrows flicked slightly, and when his elder sister said this, he suddenly waved to the students: "You have never seen anyone who has settled in the space station for a long time. The artificial atmosphere and climate environment are different from those on ordinary planets. Let's take you out for a walk and have a long experience."

Among the students, there were those who were sensitive as mint and felt that the atmosphere was a little wrong, but they couldn't understand why: "Mr. Lu..."

"Let's go." Lu Bixing didn't give her time to react, and pushed her again and again, "It's boring to listen to their chat."

Mint looked back at Lin Jingheng, Lin Jingheng nodded at her, watching Lin Bixing take away all the confused minors. The corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a ill-intentioned smile.

"Oh?" he said slowly, "I have never touched a mecha, so you bought this batch of mechas very promptly."

The one-eyed eagle didn't hear what he meant until then, and his eyes suddenly became cold.

The stinky 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, so he stepped forward, grabbed the stinky sister's collar, and pulled him up from the ground: "What do you mean? I never use a mecha, but I suddenly bought a large number of them from me two months ago? At that time, you knew that the interstellar pirates would move in the near future, right?"

The stinky sister struggled and forced a smile at him: "Brother, listen to my explanation..."

"You can just explain!" The one-eyed eagle exploded on the spot.

Lin Jingheng added fuel to the fire and "persuaded" next to him: "Yes, Brother Lu, keep restrained, have something to say."

"You licked the dog like a dog in front of me, and were almost tragic and were begging me to give you discounts and installments. What did you think at that time? Hum?" The one-eyed eagle pressed his voice into his throat. His voice was a little hoarse, sounding like the roar of some kind of beast, his hands were rushing, and he almost pinched the stinky sister's small thin neck in two pieces. "Why do you look at me, do you think, 'Look at this old fool, how proud you are now, the star thief will die without a place to die?', right?"

The smelly sister was congested and her face turned red.

Lin Jingheng hugged his arms in front of his chest and leaned against the corner of the wall and watched with a cold eye.

"Even if the Eighth Galaxy government wants to buy mechas privately, it has to follow my price. I have been doing business for so many years and have never given anyone any sweetness. I think you are pitiful. Are you stupid? I am a sucker?" The one-eyed eagle suddenly knocked the smelly sister to the ground and punched her, "I x your ancestor!"

The smelly sister lifted half of her front teeth by his old fist, lost half a carat of broken diamonds, and her nosebleed suddenly spread all over her collar. He curled up on the ground and coughed in a mess: "I...I can't do anything about it."

"Yes, there's no way," said Lin Jingheng. "If everyone knows that the disaster is coming, how can we take advantage of trouble? How can we stock up on supplies and weapons at low prices? Let's talk about discounts, Brother Lu, your mecha will probably not be able to take out any one of them, right?"

"I don't care how you know the movement of the Star Pirates. You know that Prince Kelly will make a comeback, and know what the scale of this Star Pirate attack will be. Kelly, Beijing... so many people have helped you, treat you as a brother and set up a bridge for you, and you didn't even warn you. You hid yourself and watched them helplessly..." The one-eyed eagle's voice broke, "Are you a human?!"

"What can I do!" Sister Stinky's voice suddenly became high, "I'm not your wealthy Mr. Lu, and I don't have that great ability to do military mechas! I tell a person this, which is equivalent to telling everyone that the alliance government is a waste. At that time, everyone in the Eighth Galaxy would be crazy. You will come out to grab supplies and stock up on weapons. Who doesn't care about yourself, no matter if others live or die? If someone takes my whereabouts and I don't have the skills to compete with you, maybe even the secret of this underground waterway will not be able to keep it. Once the news leaks out, what will the pirates do? No one can predict then! If I'm not ready, how can I live? These people... How can these people who don't even have an ID card in their lifetime? Tell me!"

The one-eyed eagle couldn't hear the word "One-eyed Eagle". His family was on Caleb. On the way to escape, he kept suppressing himself from thinking about it and thinking about what had happened and could not be changed. He pretended to be as careless as if nothing had happened, but how could it be really okay? He was born and raised by Caleb. He took the lead in resisting Prince Caleb's tyranny when he was young, and had fought side by side with countless famous and unknown heroes. On Caleb, there are not only the family business he saved for nearly two hundred years, but also the best brother and the warmest memory of his life.

Even one day earlier, tell him an hour earlier...

The stinky sister shouted at the top of her lungs: "If you were me, would you be so loyal and selfless? No one would feel hurt when he stood up and talked!"

The one-eyed eagle always felt that the farmer in the story of "Farmer and Snake" had a trick. Unexpectedly, he also made a guest appearance. He believed in the laws of the jungle and had few things to touch him. The story of the "Rainbow Virus" with tears in his tears touched his rare compassion. Now it seems that he was completely fed to the dog.

The one-eyed eagle wished she could not kill the stinky sister alive, and took out the laser gun that she usually pinned on her body and pointed it at his head: "There should be an explanation for this."

The guards of the Stinky Sister Self-Defense Force rushed in, blocking the door, and pointing all kinds of muzzles at unfriendly guests.

The stinky sister turned her head and spitted the blood from her nose that flowed into her mouth on the ground: "One-eyed eagle, I treat you as a friend, you don't want it. Have you forgotten whose territory this is?"

Lin Jingheng stood straight: "Whose territory is this?"

The smelly sister got goosebumps when she was asked meaningfully by him. Before he could reply, the ground of the administrative building suddenly trembled.

Lin Jingheng smiled stingyly and patted the robot on his arm: "There is a mecha hidden underground in this administrative building... three energy cores or heavy mechas? Are they secret weapons?"

Sister Stinky realized what he was talking about and widened her eyes in disbelief.

"Don't understand?" Lin Jingheng lowered his head to him, "So you haven't figured out yet why my little mecha has such a big spiritual network, right?"

The stinky sister was so shocked that her tongue was tying her bow: "You...you...you..."

"Because I'm not using the spiritual net on that small mecha." As I spoke, the whole building began to shake. The monsters underground seemed to hear someone's call. They woke up and let out a "rumble" sigh, going up the walls and pipes. Lin Jingheng smiled, "Why don't you tell me now, whose territory is this?"

At this time, a self-defense force sent an alarm through the base intranet: "Boss! Mecha warehouse... Mecha warehouse is haunted! They took a step forward collectively and automatically got on the missile! No one touched it!"

"Give you two choices, either disarm and hand over the control of the entire underground channel and all space stations, or I just laugh at you, these few good mechas, and blow your crowded broken place into pieces." Lin Jingheng walked into the guards who were armed with guns without anyone else, "Which one do you like?"

At this time, the ignorant people in the base did not know that a bargaining concerning their life and death was taking place in the administrative building not far away. When they felt the tremor on the ground, the old man with no front teeth waved his hand to Lu Bixing without caring: "It's okay, this ghost place, maybe something is wrong. It will be shaking every few days - you continue."

The fundamental reason for the conflict between the elderly thugs in the Sunset Red is that the old man Huoya and the lame man next door have a conflict because of an energy board. The space station is overloaded, and the energy system planning is extremely messy. Most of them are supplied with mechas. The power supply of residents is limited to time every day. Many people have made simple optical energy boards - probably less advanced than the original solar cells - ugly energy boards are everywhere, snatching the energy from the energy towers above. Because of the dense living conditions, they inevitably block each other's light. They have to join each other every day.

"The nuclear energy tower on the supply station should have been left behind from the era of interstellar voyage nine hundred years ago," Lu Bixing used his years of experience in tutoring/teaching the little hooligans to form a group with the conflict. He held the hot tea soup given by the old man with a lame man, and the old man beside him was picking up an apple with a kitchen knife for fighting. Teacher Lu gave him a temporary popular science lecture on the street and chatted with people enthusiastically. "A major initiative in the era of interstellar voyage is this kind of 'artificial star'. Back then, this was called the 'sun planting' project - White, you

Don’t just stand silly and listen to the excitement and take notes - the energy reserved here is enough to support tens of thousands of years. Even if the space station is abandoned, the energy source will continue to shine and heat. The source of energy is not a problem. I just saw that the energy supply of your entire base is the first energy system to charge passing mechas and merchant ships. Can the charger support people in a city? The efficiency is too low. There is no need to separate civil energy and mecha database. The daily cooling device of mechas can support a thermal power station. If you use it, there is no place to put it in a suspended way."

The old man Huoya handed him the pothole-filled apple and sneered: "Little boy, he said it easily."

"It was nothing," Lu Bixing said, "Is there so many mechas on the space station, and there is no robot repair team for daily maintenance? As long as the plan is done, it is to modify a program for the repair team."

The old man with lameness: "Well, what are you doing?"

Lu Bixing said modestly: "Just a teacher."

The old men and women burst into laughter, feeling that young people are bragging less and less drafting nowadays.

"I thought you were an aerospace expert at the Votto Institute?"

"Little man, how many suns have you planted?"

"Do you think the thermal power station is making dough cakes? If you say one group is a group of one group?"

Lu Bixing has a good temper and is not angry when the old men and women laughed at him while touching her feet. He laughed with everyone, cut the apple into pieces, and distributed it to a few students who were not allowed to joke about, which stuffed the teenagers' mouths that were about to retort.

At this time, an old lady stretched out her crutch and knocked on him: "Child, you are so lively, can you fix that?"

Lu Bixing looked up in the direction of her finger and saw a large 360-degree screen hanging in the middle of the narrow street, standing there quietly, as if she had been dead for many years.

"When I was young, my biggest hobby was to go for a trip, come back alive, and then sit in the square to watch a movie." The old lady said, "About fifty years ago, it was said that it was a magnetic field interference or something. It was broken and it never lighted up again. Now the situation outside is tense, and the base dares to communicate with the outside world, there is no signal, and there is no need to watch TV. We old people have nothing to do, so we have to find fault and fight every day. You are so bragging about the sky and the earth. Can it light up again?"
Chapter completed!