At 13:00 in the universe time, it was late at night on the Port of Venus on Beijing’s beta star.

Venus Port is a semi-aborted interstellar port, with only a small number of workers left to receive small wages from the government and come to do some basic maintenance every day.

At this time, the cold night was deep, and there was no one around Venus Harbor. On the large open space, there was more than one person with frosty and white dry grass, swaying back and forth in the howling wind, "rustling". Looking around, it looked like a no-man's land, with a desolate and gloomy color. The old buildings and launch pads of Victoria Harbor were displayed in it, like the scenes depicted in old science fiction novels, which were indescribable ugly.

The grass is sandwiched with a narrow road, which is probably the passage between workers entering and leaving the port. A group of homeless wanderers are following the path towards the Victoria Harbour. During the day, workers will drive them away, but at night they can sneak in to shelter the wind.

A wandering old man was hunched over his back and was carrying a child in rags behind his back. Suddenly, his feet staggered and fell to the ground. The child on his back rolled down ignorantly like a ball of children, turning over stiffly, revealing a small face that was full of purple and purple. It turned out that the child was already exhausted.

The trash can on the roadside detected the corpse of carbon-based creatures on the ground, and activated the automatic cleaning system, "buzzing" and stretched out the cold shovel and mechanical arm to shovel away the body. The old man quickly spread his arms like dead branches and pounced on him, trying to cover the child with his own body, as if this would give the dead child a little vitality.

Unfortunately, although the system of this trash can is not that easy to cheat, it still continues to shovel, and a cold tug-of-war with the old man in a small amount.

Without any suspense, the trash can won.

The weak old homeless man was knocked down by a rude trash can, kneeled on the ground, and felt sad, and couldn't help but burst into tears. His companions looked at him from a distance, and then continued to walk towards their destination heartlessly. Because it was not rare to be shoveled away by a trash can, and it was not worth making a fuss.

The wanderers were getting farther and farther away. Suddenly, a pair of hard-soled boots walked out of the white grass, paused for a moment, and walked towards the garbage can.

This is a man, a big man, with short neat flax hair, pale skin, and because his facial features are too standard and upright, he looks a bit rigid. He takes his legs and every step is equidistant. He walks with his shoulders and backs in a straight line. Although he wears casual clothes, he has an inexplicable military temperament.

The man quietly reached out to open the background program of the trash can, bent down and fiddled for a while. The trash can "crunched", the shovel slowly layed flat, and handed over the small corpse that had just been swallowed by it.

He didn't bother to be dirty, picked up the child's body with both hands and returned him to the old homeless man kneeling on the ground: "Sad."

The old homeless man looked at him blankly, and the man pointed in another direction: "It was detected at three o'clock, about two hundred meters away from you, and the soil is the softest. You can choose to bury your child there and express regret for your loss of a loved one again."

Not only did the man's strides, he also jumped out at a constant speed, with his tone almost no fluctuations, like a machine. After finishing this set of accounts like memorizing lines, he touched his heels and bowed to the old homeless man, turning around and leaving.

The old homeless man couldn't help but ask, "You are..."

Before he blurted out his mind, the old homeless man immediately regretted it because this strange man was dressed neatly and had a low-key luxury, like a "high-class person" in his eyes. In the life experience of the old homeless man's duckweed and swollen, it is best to stay away from these "high-class people" tactfully, otherwise he would often suffer from flesh and blood.

Unexpectedly, the man stopped and answered seriously: "My identity is an encrypted file and cannot be checked. My name is Zhanlu."

The old tramp 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 him came back to his senses, wiped his nose in panic, shook his head, and the man stepped on his long legs and followed the traces of the homeless man just now.

There was heating in the reception hall of Victoria Harbour. The wanderers took off their coats and rubbed their hands and feet to warm themselves up as soon as possible. They seized the last night before dawn and went to bed against time.

In less than half an hour, snoring sounded one after another.

At this time, a sneaky and thin figure stood up from the corner of the wall, carefully avoided the others, and walked towards the port.

If the bad girl Huang Jingshu is here, she should be able to recognize her at a glance. This is the disguise of the "monster" who trafficked children. He escaped from the back door of the "broken tavern", landed directly near the Victoria Harbor through a small space field, and sneaked into the streets, intending to leave Beijing β-star from here.

The security passage between the reception hall and the launch platform was locked. The fake homeless man took out a chip the size of a palm from his body and stuck it on it. After three seconds, the door lock program jumped silently and the heavy door opened to both sides. He looked around carefully and flashed in.

"It's me, spider," there was no one in the safety passage. The thin "tramp" took off her ragged coat, her bones stretched and widened, and turned back to his original appearance. He lowered his voice and talked to his accomplices, "...I'm not a big deal, I'm targeted, I almost couldn't get rid of myself!"

The security channel is long and narrow, and it is very loud. Although he knows that the surveillance system has been blocked, the echo of his speech still makes the "spider" quite anxious. He cursed and said, "A bunch of garbage knows that people want things, and even the silent call system of his mother can't be copied. Alliance dogs are almost popular for civil use. I still want to subvert the alliance? Be a fucking daydream... I don't know, a woman - I don't know who she is?"

"Spider" said, pressing his wrist a few times, and an image immediately floated on his wrist, which was a recent photo of Huang Jingshu.

Then, the photo flashed, Huang Jingshu's identity information, address and other information were displayed in front of him in detail. The "spider" used his bloody eyes to snatch the girl in the photo: "I got her information, I don't know if it's true or false, but I don't think she is like a government person... Well, it may be just a coincidence that the sewer of the Eighth Galaxy is full of cerebral disorders..."

The safety passage reached its head, and the "spider" quickly walked to the platform. There were only a few machine security guards patrolling on the empty platform. The "spider" roughly confirmed the location of the machine security guard and pressed the jammer in his hand.

On the platform, the machine security and monitoring equipment were stuck at the same time. The "spider" bypassed the stationary mechanical security guard without fear, came to the outermost track, and took out the small mecha docked in the space field. The mecha landed steadily on the launch pad, and the hatch automatically bounced open.

"Spider" stepped in, and the fluorescent light from the launching platform condensed into a metal-like cold light on his face. He said: "No matter who she is, whether it is a coincidence or not, to be safe, or to kill it-"

He finished speaking, the alarm system on the mecha screamed for no reason. The "spider" sounded "squeaked" in his ear, and the call was cut off immediately. He raised his head suddenly and saw the mecha on the launch pad trembling like a living thing. The spiritual network in the mecha had not yet been able to connect with the owner. The fuselage suddenly shook, and the "spider" staggered backwards. At the same time, the mecha's spiritual network jumped in sparks, and a smell of ozone was burned - this was the result of the serious interference of the mecha!

However, in the remote area of ​​the Eighth Galaxy, most rural gay men have never seen a hair of mecha in their lifetime. Where did this interference technology come from?!

The "spider" was in a terrifying mood.

The mental network inside the mecha was in chaos and was rashly caught in. Not to mention humans, even if a silicon-based creature really came, it would have to be half-disabled. Therefore, he didn't think about it and smashed the emergency safety valve with one punch, switched to manual operation quickly, forced open the heated hatch door, and shouted and rolled out.

The mecha behind him was filled with smoke, and the security robot who had just been stationed by him came back to life. Seven or eight laser guns were pointed at him, but no one was seen on the platform.

Those damn flies have not been shaken off yet!

The "spider"'s cold sweat fell. He reached into his arms with one hand and pressed it on his left chest - there was a small piece of chip implanted there, which was his last trump card.

The security robot approached him-

"Illegal break-in! Illegal break-in!"

"Scan the intruder identity failed!"

"Warning! Raise your hands!"

The next moment, the invisible field spread out like a tide with the "spider" as the center. The locator of the machine security suddenly lost its target. The scanning results showed that there was no one on the platform. The machine security guard held a laser gun and turned around on the "empty" platform for a while. He did not find out, so he had to return to his patrol trajectory.

"Spider" stood there, gasped for a few breaths, and showed a somewhat smug smile. He patted his left chest and whispered: "After all those trash are useful."

With this "secret weapon", he can control the senses of all people and machines as he wishes, just like letting everyone mistake children for old homeless people on city buses. Even if he encounters "empty brain disease" like a little bastard, it will not be a problem to get away with it for a moment.

"Catch me!" "Spider" shouted with fearlessness, blew a sharp whistle, and there was no sound around. He laughed loudly, compared his middle finger to the sky, preparing to board the mecha again.

The moment he turned around, a very thin red light suddenly shot out from the wall and passed through the "spider"'s neck straight. Before the "spider" could close his mouth, he fell into nothing.

Then, the blank wall suddenly raised, and the man with short flax hair walked out of the wall like a magic trick. It was the man who called himself "Zhan Lu".

Zhan Lu stretched out his right hand, and his pale hand turned into a robot out of thin air, exactly the same as the one in the "Broken Tavern".

The robot scanned the unconscious "spider" from head to toe, and found a strong energy field at the heart of the "spider" with a few "beep" sounds.

Zhan Lu tilted his head, and an extremely thin probe stretched out from the palm of the robot's hand. At the same time, a mist-shaped disinfectant sprayed from the belly of the five metal fingers, briefly creating a narrow and sterile environment. The probe was quickly inserted into the "spider" chest. In less than five minutes, the minor operation was completed - a biochip was removed from the coma "spider" heart.

The moment the biochip was peeled off, the metallic skin of the "spider" immediately collapsed, and his body temperature, heart rate and metabolism dropped sharply. He seemed to have been aged for decades, and his face almost wrinkled.

The robot made a sound exactly the same as Zhan Lu himself: "Scan the unknown energy field--"

"Scan failed."

"Scan again failed - unrecognized - warning -"

"Shield it." Zhanlu whispered.

Zhan Lu carefully packed up the unfamiliar chips, and the robot turned back into a human hand. He searched for all the electronic equipment on the "spider", stripped him into a primitive man. He bent over and carried the man, and then destroyed the mecha's encryption system, took it away, and left Venus Port.

He was planning to return the same way, but as he approached the hall, Zhan Lu suddenly stopped, he raised his head and closed his eyes, and then, as if he was summoned by something, he turned to another direction and walked straight into the dense white grass.

A car was parked in the depths of dense dead grass. The fourth brother hugged his arms in front of his chest and leaned against his body. It seemed that he had been waiting for a long time.

Zhan Lu bowed to the fourth brother in a stern manner: "Sir."

The fourth brother raised his chin and signaled him to get in the car. Zhan Lu threw the captured man into the trunk and reached out to put his hand on the body of the car. Then, his "hand" actually melted, first the hand, then the body, head... His whole body slowly disappeared and merged with the body of the car. At the same time, the fourth brother's dormant car automatically restarted.

This tall and handsome "Zhan Lu" is actually an artificial intelligence that is exactly the same as a real person.

Zhan Lu's voice sounded: "Sir, where are you going?"

"Go back to the broken tavern." said the fourth brother, "Which one person is this? Can you tell me?"

"Prepare to start the space field and locate the broken tavern - judging by the mecha model, it should be the 'poison nest' person."

The "Poison Nest" organization is located at the edge of the eighth galaxy. If you go out further, it is not suitable for human survival. The "Poison Nest" rarely interacts with other gangs in the galaxy. It is more like a cult than a gang. The children of the eight galaxy have many strange ambitions and some cult organizations. However, people usually make some gods and ghosts based on ancient legends. If they don't worship a great cat and dog god, they are also mammals. Organizations like "Poison Nest" that worship insects are more unique.
Chapter completed!