It is exactly 13:00 cosmic time, which is the late night of Venus Port on the Beijing β star.
Venus Port is a semi-abandoned interstellar port. Only a small number of workers are left with a small salary from the government, and they come every day to do some basic maintenance.
At this time, the cold night was deep, and there was no one around Venus Port. In the large open space, the withered grass covered with frost and white was as tall as a person. Go, like a no-man’s land, desolate and gloomy in color, where the old buildings and launch pads of Victoria Harbour are displayed, like the scenes depicted in old science fiction, indescribably ugly.
There is a narrow road between the white grass, which is about the passage for the workers to enter and leave the port. A group of homeless homeless people is walking along the path towards the Victoria Harbor. During the day, the workers will drive them away, but they can get in at night. Shelter from the wind.
A homeless old man with a hunched back, carrying a similarly ragged child behind his back, suddenly staggered under his feet and fell to the ground, the child on his back rolled down unconsciously and turned over stiffly. , revealing a bruised face - it turns out that the child is out of breath.
The trash can on the side of the road detected the corpses of carbon-based creatures on the ground, and activated the automatic cleaning system, drove over with a "buzz", and stretched out a cold shovel and mechanical arm to shovel the corpse away, and the old man quickly opened it. His arms like branches threw up, trying to cover the child with his own body, as if this would give the dead child a little bit of life.
It is a pity that although the trash can system is backward, it is not so easy to deceive.
No suspense, the trash can win.
The frail old tramp was knocked over by a rude trash can, and knelt on the ground, crying out of grief. His companions followed the voice and glanced at it from a distance, and continued to walk towards the destination without any heart. Because here, it is not uncommon for dead people to be shoveled out by trash cans, and it is not worth the fuss.
The homeless walked away, and suddenly, a pair of hard-soled boots came out of the white grass, paused for a while, and walked towards the trash can.
This is a man, a big man with neat short flaxen hair and pale skin. His facial features are a bit rigid because he is too standard and upright. , Although wearing casual clothes, he has an inexplicable military temperament.
The man silently reached out to open the background program of the trash can, bent down and played with it for a moment, the trash can "creaked", the shovel slowly flattened, and handed over the little corpse that was swallowed by it just now.
He didn't think it was dirty either. He picked up the child's body with both hands and handed him back to the old homeless man kneeling on the ground: "My condolences."
The old tramp stared at him blankly, and the man pointed his finger in another direction: "It is detected at three o'clock, about two hundred meters away from you, the soil is the softest, you can choose to bury your child there, and again You are sorry for the loss of a loved one."
This man not only has the same stride, but also jumps out at a constant speed word by word when speaking, with almost no fluctuations in his tone, like a machine. He said this set of running accounts as if he was reciting lines. He touched his heels, bowed to the old homeless man, and turned to leave.
The old homeless man couldn't help asking, "You are"
Without thinking about it, the old tramp immediately regretted it, because this strange man was neatly dressed, with a low-key elegance, like a "superior person" in his eyes, a life experience like the old tramp duckweed. Here, it is best to stay away from these "superior people", otherwise you will be disliked and often suffer from flesh and blood.
Unexpectedly, the man listened to the question, but stopped, and answered seriously: "My identity is an encrypted file and cannot be viewed. My name is Zhan Lu."
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 the north came back, wiped his snot in a panic, shook his head, the man stretched his long legs and followed the traces of the homeless people just now.
There is heating in the reception hall of the Victoria Harbour. The homeless people took off their jackets, rubbed their hands and feet, and let themselves warm up as soon as possible. They seized the last night before dawn, and raced to sleep each other.
Less than half an hour later, the snoring started one after another.
At this time, a thin and sneaky figure rose from the corner, carefully avoiding the others, and walked towards the port.
If the bad girl Huang Jingshu is here, she should be able to recognize it at a glance. This is the appearance of the "monster" who abducts and sells children. He escaped from the back door of the "Broken Tavern", fell directly to the vicinity of the Victoria Harbour through a small space field, mixed in among the homeless, and planned to leave Beijing Beta from here.
The safe passage between the reception hall and the launch pad was locked. The fake homeless took out a chip the size of a palm from his body and stuck it on the lock. After three seconds, the door lock program jumped out silently, heavy. The door opened to both sides, he looked around cautiously, and dodged in.
"It's me, Spider." There was no one else in the safe passage. The thin "tramp" pulled off his tattered coat, his bones elongated and widened, and changed back to his appearance. He lowered his voice to talk to his accomplices, " Harvest a fart, I was targeted, and I almost couldn't get out!"
The safe passage is long and narrow, with very loud voices. Although he knew that the monitoring system had been blocked, the echo of his own words still made the "spider" quite agitated. , I can't even copy the fucking silent call system. Alliance dogs are about to become popular for civilian use, so you want to subvert the alliance? Just a fucking daydream, I don't know, a woman - how do I know who she is? people?"
As "Spider" said, he pressed a few times on his wrist, and an image immediately appeared on his wrist, which was a recent photo of Huang Jingshu.
Then, the photo flashed, and Huang Jingshu's identity information, address, and a series of information were displayed in front of him in detail, "Spider" ruthlessly gouged out the girl in the photo with bloody eyes: "Take a look. I've got her information, I don't know if it's true or not, but I don't think she's like someone from the government, maybe it's just a coincidence, the sewers in the eighth galaxy are full of crippled people with empty brains"
The safe passage came to an end, and "Spider" walked quickly to the stage. There were only a few security guards patrolling the empty stage. "Spider" roughly confirmed the position of the security guards and pressed the jammer in his hand.
On the stage, the machine security and monitoring equipment were jammed at the same time. "Spider" fearlessly bypassed the stationary mechanical security, came to the outermost orbit, took out the small mecha parked in the space field, the mecha landed firmly on the launch pad, and the hatch opened automatically.
"Spider" stepped in, and the fluorescence of the launch pad condensed a layer of cold metal light on his face. He said, "No matter who she is, whether it's a coincidence or not, to be on the safe side, or kill—"
His voice fell, the alarm system on the mecha screamed for no reason, and the "spider" made a "squeak" in his ear, and the call was immediately cut off. Shivering, the fine net in the mecha had not had time to connect with the master, the body suddenly shook violently, and the "spider" stumbled backwards. - This is the result of the mecha being seriously disturbed!
But in the backcountry of the Eighth Galaxy, the vast majority of hillbilly have never seen a single hair of a mecha in their entire lives. Where did this interference technology come from? !
"Spider" was horrified.
The fine net inside the mecha was in disarray, and he was caught rashly, not to mention a human being. Even if a silicon-based creature really came, he would have to be half-crippled by electricity, so he smashed the emergency safety valve with one punch without even thinking about it. Quickly switch to manual operation, forcibly open the heated cabin door, and scream and roll out.
The mecha behind him was billowing with smoke, and the security robots who had just been immobilized by him came to life again for some reason. Seven or eight laser guns were aimed at him, but no one could be seen on the stage.
Those damn flies haven't gotten rid of them yet!
"Spider"'s cold sweat broke down, and one hand reached into his arms and pressed it on his left chest - there was a small implanted chip, which was his last trump card.
The security droid approached him—
"Breaking in! Breaching!"
"Scanning for intruder identity failed!"
"Warning! Raise your hands!"
The next moment, the invisible field centered on the "spider" spread out like a tide. The machine security's locator lost its target, and the scan results showed that there was no one on the stage. The machine security guards dazedly walked around the "empty" stage with a laser gun for a while, but did not find it, so they had to return to their patrol tracks.
"Spider" stayed in place, took a few breaths, and showed a somewhat smug smile. He patted his left chest and said in a low voice, "Finally, those junk are still useful."
With this "secret weapon", he can control the senses of all people and machines at will, just like making everyone mistake a child for an old tramp on a city bus, even if he encounters an "empty brain" like a little bitch. Symptoms", it is not a problem to be confused for a moment.
"Come and catch me!" "Spider" shouted fearlessly, and blew a sharp whistle, but there was no sound. He laughed loudly, pointed his middle finger to the sky, and prepared to board the mecha again.
Just as he turned around, an extremely thin red light suddenly shot out from the wall and went straight through Spider's neck. Before the "Spider" laughing mouth could be closed, he said nothing. planted.
Then, the blank wall suddenly bulged, and a man with short flaxen hair came out of the wall like a juggler. It was the man who called himself "Zhan Lu".
Zhan Lu stretched out his right hand, and the pale hand turned into a mechanical hand out of thin air, exactly the same as the one in the "Broken Tavern".
The manipulator scanned the unconscious "spider" from head to toe, and with a few beeps, a strong energy field was found at the heart of the "spider".
Zhan Lu tilted his head, and a very thin probe stretched out from the palm of the manipulator. At the same time, a mist of disinfectant was sprayed from the pulps of the five metal fingers, briefly creating a small sterile environment. The probe was quickly inserted into the "spider" chest, and in less than five minutes, it became a small operation - a biochip was removed from the comatose "spider" heart.
The moment the biochip was peeled off, the "spider"'s metallic skin collapsed immediately, and his body temperature, heart rate, and metabolism dropped sharply. His whole person seemed to be decades old, and his face was almost wrinkled.
The mechanical hand made the same sound as the Zhanlu people: "Scan the unknown energy field—"
"Scan failed."
"Failed to scan again - unrecognized - warning - "
"Block it." Zhan Lu ordered in a low voice.
Zhan Lu carefully put away the unfamiliar chip, turned the manipulator back into a human hand, searched for all the electronic equipment on "Spider", stripped him into a primitive man, bent over to carry the man, and then returned to destroy the machine. A's encryption system, took it away, and left the port of Venus.
He planned to return the same way. When approaching the hall, Zhan Lu suddenly stopped in his footsteps. He raised his head and closed his eyes. Then, as if being summoned by something, he turned in another direction and walked straight into the dense white grass. inside.
In the depths of the dense withered grass, a car stopped at an unknown time. The fourth brother folded his arms on his chest and leaned against the car body. It seemed that he had been waiting for a while.
Zhan Lu bowed to the fourth brother earnestly: "Sir."
The fourth brother raised his chin and signaled him to get in the car. Zhan Lu threw the caught man into the trunk and put his hand on the car body. Then, his "hand" turned into a hand, then his body, and his entire head. The man slowly disappeared and merged with the body. At the same time, the fourth brother's dormant car restarted automatically.
This tall and handsome "Zhan Lu" is actually an artificial intelligence exactly like a real person.
Zhan Lu's voice sounded: "Sir, where are you going?"
"Go back to the tavern," said the fourth brother. "Can you tell who this person is?"
"Prepare to activate the space field and locate the broken tavern - judging from the model of the mecha, it should be someone from the 'Poison Nest'."
The organization "Poison Nest" is located at the very edge of the eighth galaxy, and it is not suitable for human existence to go further. "Poison Nest" seldom interacts with other gangs in the galaxy. It's more like a cult than a gang. The children of the eight galaxies have a lot of ambitions, and there are quite a few cult organizations, but everyone is usually based on Ancient legends fabricated some ghosts to worship, no matter how big a cat or a dog is, it is a mammal after all. Organizations like "Poison Nest" that worship insects are more unique.
The fourth brother was a little surprised: "What are they doing on Beijing Star?"
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