Lin Jingheng was following Zhan Lu's fine net and carefully swept over the damaged parts.
He needs to sort out the failure and its cause bit by bit, clear enough to compile a repair plan. For Lin Jingheng, solving the mecha failure is not technically difficult, it's just a meticulous job - it's like unraveling a small tangle of threads.
However, if solving the sudden failure of the mecha is to solve one or two small spools, then the degree of damage like Chongsan may be equivalent to throwing more than 100 cats into the wool warehouse, and the remodeling and renovation project is to Manually straighten all the yarns back into place after the cat catastrophe crosses the border.
It doesn't need much advanced technology, just a patience that can forgive the whole world.
Although Lin Jingheng is not a frizzy person, but the patience of wild wolves hunting deer in the ice and snow is obviously not the same as the patience of unraveling woolen balls. He wanted to deceive Lu Bixing on the grounds of "letting the students get in touch with the internal structure of the heavy mecha".
Unexpectedly, the ghosts gave in and searched the base, but couldn't find a second mechanic who was reliable and easy to fool, so they had to go into battle in person.
"Sir, do you need to rest?" Zhan Lu, who was connected to his consciousness by Jingwang, suddenly said, "I noticed that the blood flow in the prefrontal lobe above your left eye is increasing, and you seem to be restraining your bad emotions."
Lin Jingheng was so annoyed by the "wool ball" project that it was inconvenient to explode, so he withdrew from the fine net with restraint, left Chongsan without a word, and ran to the elevator to smoke. .
Zhan Lu dutifully made him a human-shaped ashtray, and Lin Jingheng was silent for most of the cigarette before saying, "You, one of the most cutting-edge technologies in the alliance, why can't you run naked?"
Zhan Lu solemnly explained his function: "Sir, strictly speaking, without a fuselage, I just can't achieve some functions as a mecha, but the function of artificial intelligence is not affected, and the energy consumption is also very low. Low."
Lin Jingheng listened and put the cigarette butt into his mouth worriedly, wishing that Zhan Lu was a taciturn artificial mentally retarded.
"For example, intruding into the monitoring system within a certain range, and paying attention to the external situation for you in real time." Zhan Lu seems to be showing that he does not only have "chat" as a function. Countless shadows flashed quickly in the green iris, and he accurately passed the machine. A's docked surveillance camera saw the real scene, he observed for a moment, and reported, "Mr. Spencer's Self-Defense Force mutiny."
"Mutiny?" Lin Jingheng raised his head inexplicably, "I put Spencer in the dungeon, so quickly leaked the news?"
Zhan Lu: "Wait a minute, I'm parsing lip language"
Lin Jingheng flicked the soot in his palm. After a little accident, he didn't take it to heart. He listened to relieve the boredom. In his eyes, the base was like a broiler farm. The big deal is slaughtering a batch, although it is a bit troublesome, but it is not a loss.
He shook his head: "These people are quite loyal."
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"No," Zhan Lu resolved and replied, "the reason for the mutiny was the anger of the Self-Defense Forces against Mr. Spencer. Now they think Mr. Spencer is feigning death and want to ask him for an explanation."
"Infighting," Lin Jingheng sounded a little fresh, "Why? Because he brought wolves into the room?"
Zhan Lu: "Because he didn't surrender in time."
Lin Jingheng: ""
The mechas that were brought back were piled up in a mess, and the mutinous self-defense team members were crowded in a small square, some shouting slogans, and some who couldn't get up from rolling on the ground.
Lu Bixing spent the night in the robot's workshop the night before. The workshop was less than 20 meters away from the small square, so he could hear everyone's gossip clearly.
"Not long after leaving the atmosphere, I almost hit the energy tower and almost turned into a roast suckling pig!"
"Do you know how terrifying it is to go to the sky with a mecha? There is nothing around you, you can't see your fingers, what do you think of us, stinky sister? Are you the elites in the Garden of Eden who even have the right brains?"
"That's right, don't fucking fart, how many people are afraid of heights? How many people are afraid of the dark? How many people are claustrophobic? Ah? You are so awesome, the sky is going up, why don't you treat our brains first?"
"When you meet someone, you shoot first without seeing who it is. Who do you think you are? The Silver Ten Guards? Because of you, I almost explained that there!"
"You dare to fight the one-eyed eagle. You still wet the bed when he sold the mecha!"
"If you have something to do, you can do it yourself! What onions and garlic cloves are you putting on!"
"Yes, if you have something to do with the mecha, you can open it yourself!"
"Sister Smelly! Don't pretend to be dead!"
"get out!"
These people were put down outside the atmosphere of the base by Lin Jingheng, and they were dragged back by mechas and people. In the dark universe, they were deprived of the authority of the fine net and floated in the empty vacuum. And psychological quality, fear alone can drive people crazy.
The residents of the base came early in the morning to prepare to work for the pornographic film. After watching the cause and effect, they couldn't help but feel sad, and felt that the stinky sister was not a thing. Soon, more and more people joined the revolution. In the end, even the door to the workshop was blocked, pushing and yelling, making a mess.
Things started to get a little out of hand.
At this time, the small window on the side of the workshop was knocked on. Lu Bixing looked up and saw the self-defense team come in on Saturday: "Open the window, I have something in my hand!"
Saturday's face looks like a minor, but his skills are a bit like a soldier. Holding a bulky lunch box in his hand, he climbed to the second floor with one hand, propped one arm neatly, and jumped in from the window: "Fat sister. The breakfast in the store has soup in it, and I'm afraid of spilling it all the way, and I'm exhausted."
Lu Bixing was starving, and suddenly felt that this little boy on Saturday was just as arrogant, so he hurriedly took over: "How do you know I'm here?"
"What your students said." Saturday said, "It's because the homework you assigned can't be counted. I want to ask you. I think there are people making trouble here, so I didn't let them come here. In a hurry, they can do anything, they are not familiar with the base, and there are girls, it is too dangerous."
Don't worry about the energy reform plan at this time. Lu Bixing drank half of the soup. Hearing that the students were coming, he quickly threw the soup bowl aside, rubbed the base's intranet and sent a message to White, asking them to go back to the administration building of the Self-Defense Force and follow One Eye. Eagle or General Lin, don't come out.
"How could it be like this?"
Saturday shrugged: "There were contradictions from the beginning, they were all against Big Sister Smelly buying that whole bunch of mechas and weapons."
Lu Bixing: "Why?"
"Because it's expensive. About a month or two before Prince Gloria entered the country, we received the news - the underground channel, you know, it's obviously not going to the outside world, but in fact, many people still go for money. When an earthquake strikes, the rats in the sewers are often the first to get the news.” On Saturday, he bowed his head, lit a cigarette, leaning against the window, looking a little tired, with a baby face on his lips That circle still seems to be fluffy and looks like a minor. At this time, it seems that he is inexplicably mature, which makes people think that he may not be as young as he looks. "At that time, people on the underground channel were panicked, and everyone was busy with business. Stopped, we collectively decided that we secretly know about this matter, and we must not leak it out. Whoever leaks it will die. Sister stinky said at the time that she must buy a batch of mechas for self-defense. Many people objected. The price of one mecha can be reserved. How many people do they need to feed? But this channel and this base belong to the Spencer family. He is the boss.
Lu Bixing: "It's too cheap to sell well. No matter how expensive the mecha is, you have only given less than 30% of the deposit. Spencer has so much research on cheating and abduction, and he has to worry about money?"
After being silent for a while on Saturday, he flicked the cigarette ash on the windowsill: "Indeed, apart from being too expensive, the main reason is that they are afraid of causing trouble. You have also seen, who are these people? They are human. They feel that as long as they hold their tails and hide their heads honestly at the base, they can survive. They blatantly get a bunch of mechas and armaments, in case they are discovered by interstellar pirates and the Alliance What if you think it's a militant?"
Lu Bixing looked at him: "You don't think so."
"I don't." Saturday lowered his voice and glanced at the angry crowd, "I don't think it's any good to be resigned to fate every day, and I'd rather drive a mecha than hide in the gutter tremblingly. Fighting in the sky, even if I die, I will find death myself, and I will not complain."
When he lost his voice, he heard someone from the self-defense team making trouble downstairs shouting, "It's no use yelling here, let's go to the Self-Defense Force building and drag the stinky sister out!"
"Go to the Self-Defense Forces Building!"
"Fuck him!"
Lu Bixing stepped forward abruptly and opened the window: "Damn."
"Are your students also in the administration building?" Saturday quickly pinched the cigarette and said quickly, "Are you going to climb over the wall? I'll take you down the path to find them."
Lu Bixing shook his head with a dignified expression. He was not worried about the safety of the students, but he was afraid that this group of rabble would make trouble in front of Lin Jingheng.
The entire base is divided into the mecha docking area and the civilian area, and the administrative building is on the dividing line between the two. I can't imagine Lin's face when they blocked the door and yelled at him.
According to Lu Bixing's own analysis, Lin reluctantly promised to give him three months yesterday, but it was already the result of his own betrayal of his color, so what should we do now
Are you going to sell your body
Although the situation was already very urgent, Lu Shengren, who was going to sell himself to save people, still wanted to get into trouble for a second. Fortunately, he still had a clear priority. After realizing it, he quickly dragged back his wisdom of "surging waves" and tried his best to clear it. With a swipe of the throat, the personal terminal was opened.
The three-dimensional base map was immediately laid out in the workshop. Lu Bixing quickly intervened in the monitoring of the road network, and dozens of monitoring images floated above the two of them at the same time.
On Saturday, he recognized the route of the mutinous Self-Defense Forces at a glance: "They are about to stop at the north entrance, and there are roadblocks there!"
When the voice fell, Lu Bixing touched the barricade controller, and there was a sound of "rumbling" in the distance. During the monitoring, an iron fence with a height of tens of meters rose out of thin air, blocking the angry crowd behind.
High five on Saturday: "Great!"
Lu Bixing just wanted to be graceful and modest, but before the smile on his face took shape, he saw the mutinous Self-Defense Forces gathered behind the railway barrier and spontaneously formed a human shape to hit the wood. And regularly hit the roadblocks.
They are like scattered sand on the interstellar battlefield, but when they hit the door of their own house, they have a high degree of organizational discipline, just like a well-trained team!
What's worse is that the railway barrier may have not been maintained for hundreds of years. The anti-rust isolation layer is mottled, and the mottled rust has corroded many bearings. , was shaky.
At this time, Lin Jingheng came out of Chongsan's storage room, and he could already hear their cries of "one or two" and "one or two" hitting the door. The four students rushed upstairs in a panic: "General Lin, they"
Lin Jingheng patted White on the shoulder and ordered, "Go back to the room."
White shivered hard at the thought of his "three months" cold and unforgiving agreement.
Cyclops came down from the upstairs guest room: "What's the situation?"
Lin Jingheng didn't answer, and connected to Zhan Lu's fine net. The huge fine net covered the entire base. The next moment, the mechas were haunted. The green light of the outermost row of mecha silently raised the particle cannon and neatly aimed at the crowd that was hitting the door.
"You should teach him how to choose, instead of trying to find a best solution for everything." Lin Jingheng glanced at the one-eyed eagle out of the corner of his eye, and uttered a few words from his thin lips, "Trash is Rubbish."
The preheating of the particle cannon made the base's fragile energy system issue a high-energy warning. Lu Bixing's pupils shrank. The next moment, the railway barrier collapsed. screamed.
Lin Jingheng gave the particle cannon firing order expressionlessly.
The lit air quickly heated up, and at first it seemed as if a few blood-red flowers were blown out of thin air, and then quickly turned from red to white, and rolled towards the rioting crowd like a sunrise.
At the same time, Lu Bixing's fingers almost turned into an afterimage. In the nick of time, he called out the base's vulnerable defense net, grabbed it ruthlessly, and concentrated the defense net covering the entire base to a point, worthy of being formed. A wall was erected between the Self-Defense Forces and the particle cannon.
The particle cannon slammed into the protective net, and the protective net fell apart. The entire mech was trembling when docked. The rustling walls of the small building in the robot workshop fell to the ground. The person who came close was shaken and fell a piece. At the same time, the energy of the particle cannon quickly attenuated in the protective net and the remaining waves, and soon disappeared most of it. A gust of wind swept through the Self-Defense Forces and roared away into the deep alley of the dwelling. .
Lu Bixing knew that Lin definitely knew that it was him who did it, but he wouldn't necessarily give him face.
For Lin Jingheng, it was easy to activate the second row of particle cannons, but there was no second protective net for Lu Bixing to block the base.
Seeing him hesitate for less than half a second on Saturday, he suddenly summoned several robots.
"That's a robot from the medical team," Saturday asked inexplicably. "What are you doing?"
"Implant a prop." Lu Bixing took out a small sterile bag with a small biochip quietly soaked in it. He put the sterile bag into the hands of the medical robot and quickly set up the "implantation" procedure. Several medical robots formed a circle around him. A few thin lines were drawn in the air, separating a temporary operating room. Immediately, the disinfection spray started to cover Lu Bixing. Entering his body, the severe pain made his knees go weak.
The next moment, the familiar sense of power spread to the whole body along his central meridian, and his knees knocked a hole in the ground.
Lu Bixing couldn't get up in time, and he had already brought the "camouflage" and "invisibility" functions of the biochip to the extreme—
Everyone in the Self-Defense Force only felt a light "hum" in their minds, and then, the houses and streets on one side suddenly disappeared in a white light, and the crooked melons and jujubes in the mecha docks behind them collectively transformed. The interstellar pirate Prince Gloria guards The logo of the pirate is in front, and the oval-shaped heavy mecha seems to be from the end of the world. It is displayed in front, the muzzle is facing them, and the hideous pirate logo seems to be roaring.
Lu Bixing gritted his teeth and turned on the multimedia in the base. The screen turned on silently, enough to play the video of Prince Gloria's guards bombing the Beijing β star on the fake high-definition screen. It slid over the base and easily blocked the light of the energy tower. After half a minute of parking, the missiles from the mountains and tsunamis poured down like a shower!
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