Imperfections

Chapter 55: I follow you

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The whole joke-like exercise has been going on for more than four hours, because the anti-tracking system only turned on the basic function, and soon, everyone was familiar with it in the process of anxious eyes.

After getting familiar with it, the process of tracking and anti-tracking was skipped, and the exercise began to change from fighting wits to biting each other.

The "Self-Defense Force No. 1" that he drove on Saturday was flexible and bold and careful. He really worked harder than everyone else. Unfortunately, the rafters in his early days rotted first. After the Self-Defense Forces split up, many people looked at him. At this time, the rest of the people in the field spontaneously formed a group and encircled him together.

Saturday was a little smarter than the others, but not much smarter. In this situation, he was quickly hit by a virtual missile and had to leave the field. In the exercise field, only a dozen or so people of the Self-Defense Force were wiped out. .

This turned their crazy slogans and drills into an unconvincing joke. People love jokes, so the clapping and jeering in the square grew louder.

Lin Jingheng narrowed his eyes, looking at the mechas that were bumping into each other like bumper cars in the exercise field, and extinguished the cigarette butts.

The one-eyed eagle shook his head: "You are really smart. Let me tell you, Lin Jingheng—otherwise, you will put down everything, fight for world peace for the rest of your life, examine three times a day, and become a saint completely. Otherwise, you will do everything. Don't be hesitant, just fuck whoever you want to kill, kill him for a good vote, and live or die in the future—what kind of thing are you stuck in the middle? Oh, you are full of hatred, bear humiliation, and do a dozen small actions , with a shy face full of righteousness and awe, why, do you still think that you are weird?"

He said such a long list, still not enough, and pointed at Lin Jingheng: "Shame!"

Lin Jingheng threw the cigarette butt expressionlessly: "I gave you face, didn't I?"

The short-lived peace between the two could not support a half-time break, and the smell of gunpowder seemed to be faintly smelling. Lin Jingheng suddenly remembered something, restrained his temper in time, and said to the one-eyed eagle, "Hey, let me ask you something."

The one-eyed eagle's two-hundred-year-old yet youthful face had a sneer of contempt: "If you ask me, just say it? What am I? Zhan Lu's search engine?"

Lin Jingheng ignored it: "Have you heard of the 'Nuwa Project'?"

Luo# Xia# Xiao# Say# ?? #

The one-eyed eagle's smile suddenly froze: "What?"

"On Beijing Beta, I asked Zhan Lu to scan his genes three times, but they didn't match." Lin Jingheng stared at Cyclops' expression, "There is a protective device in his brain, which was illegally implanted in the first time. The chip was accidentally damaged and was discovered by Zhan Lu, and I got the genotype of his brain tissue."

Unpredictable, Lin Jingheng put the two unspoken things on the table, and the one-eyed eagle was caught off guard.

"You have worked so hard to hide it for so many years, and suddenly you found out that I knew this secret, but I just avoided it passively, and never even came to question me, how did I confirm his background. Your attitude is unreasonable, Brother Lu, In my opinion, it is more like a secret hiding another secret, you are afraid of saying more and more mistakes, right?"

The corner of Owl's mouth froze there, and the unconvincing smile lines at the corner of his eyes seemed to tear his face apart, revealing the dark texture under the skin that had experienced the turmoil of a hundred years of war.

"You're not very suitable for keeping secrets. Since you don't like the league's stupid stuff, I'll just say it." Lin Jingheng lowered her voice and asked word by word, "The protection in his brain What is the device protecting? Where does it come from? Why doesn't the brain genes match the body? Does he—and you, have anything to do with that Nuwa project?”

He was pressing step by step, trying to see the dagger.

Lin Jingheng didn't mean to dodge or give in at all - here are mechas, and the vast network of mechas is his territory, and no one can murder General Lin in the mecha group.

The two stood at a stalemate for a long time. There was a burst of cheers from the square, and the exercise was completely over. The "Lao Tzu World No. 1" team may have been named too earthly, had bad luck, struggled, and still did not escape the fate of the bottom. The crowd watched They cheered in unison: "Disband! Disband!"

It adds a bit of lively comedy to this infighting infighting.

The one-eyed eagle is very real and not suitable for keeping secrets. He didn't say a word, but a series of reactions have already revealed everything.

Lin Jingheng looked at him, his heart twitched fiercely, and nodded slowly: "Okay, I have some."

"If you still remember Lu Xin's kindness to you, if you still have a little conscience," One-Eyed Hawk rolled his throat for a moment and squeezed out a sentence, "You don't want to touch this again, it's been 30 years. And it doesn't get in your way."

Lin Jingheng gave him a deep look, then turned and walked outside the mecha.

"Stop!" The One-Eyed Eagle shouted to stop him, "Also, if you don't want Lu Xin's ghost knocking on your door in the middle of the night, don't use your powerful and filthy methods on my son, it's disgusting."

Lin Jingheng paused, suspecting that he had a hearing problem: "What did you say?"

"Didn't hear? Then I'll say it again," One-Eyed Eagle gritted his teeth and glared at him, "Honorable Admiral Lin, don't always treat others as unseen hillbillies, I know you fertile, liberal and civilized people. What kind of scum are you trusting people, don't use your tricks and tricks on my son, am I clear enough?"

It's very clear, second only to the famous old saying "How much money do you need to leave my son".

Lin Jingheng said, "Are you sick?"

He said that after walking a few steps, he involuntarily replayed the high talk of the one-eyed eagle in his mind. Lin Jingheng couldn't help but feel that the counterattack just now was not strong enough, so he turned back and struck again after a dozen meters: " Can you find some medicine for yourself?"

At this time, a surveillance camera in the corner of the mecha turned around, and there were only a few authorized people, so you didn't need to think about who was behind the surveillance.

The one-eyed eagle raised his head very sensitively and roared at the monitor: "What are you looking at!"

Lin Jingheng also stared at the surveillance camera with a lawsuit, closed his mouth firmly, and walked away.

Lu Bixing sighed at Lin Jingheng, who disappeared from the surveillance camera, turned off the video, blocked the old Persian cat with stern brows, and suspected that the one-eyed eagle and Lin Jingheng might be the natural enemy of many lifetimes, and they were born guilty.

The armed reservists at the base were aroused by Lu Bixing, each took a sigh of relief, and came down from the sky. The original joking team became tense and distinct, almost separating the Chuhe and Han worlds, and they didn't say hello. passed by.

From this day on, the situation at the base became more complicated day by day.

The anti-tracking system is superimposing new functions every day. At the beginning, it was very simple to fold the signal once. After more than ten days, the number of folds became more and more. After a mecha shoots a signal, after passing through the anti-tracking system, it is often able to A small labyrinth was folded around, and it became more and more difficult to pass the anti-tracking system on a technical level. The exercise was forced to rise from a simple and rude bumper car movement to a tactical and strategic level.

And there are fewer and fewer teams on the field. The list of teams on the multimedia screen is shortening day by day. At the beginning, there were nineteen teams, which could not be written in one line, but now there are only a small number of teams left.

As soon as the eliminated team members landed, they would be ridiculed and ridiculed by the onlookers. They were often unwilling to leave in such a dismal manner, and would join other teams the next day, and then go to heaven to avenge their personal revenge. After the old team was disbanded, the former comrades often chose to join different teams due to differences of opinion and personal relationships, so they became opponents again. The relationship between these new enemies and old friends was weak, adding more variables to the exercise.

"Alliance", "betrayal", "Infernal Affairs" and "Anti-Mission Plan" are staged in turn, which is dazzling.

In the face of a steady stream of newcomers, the old people of the surviving team are constantly running in and constantly confirming their position in the team. Therefore, the teams participating in the exercise have formed their own organization and rules very efficiently between contradictions and conflicts. There are even internal hierarchies and interactions.

High-intensity physical training every day is inhumane, but it’s a lot of fun to fight people—especially when there’s an audience.

The residents of the base, like the ancients who had to chase the World Cup despite the jet lag in ancient times, did not watch small movies, but flocked to the square every day to watch the live broadcast of the exercise. The quality of the audience is not high, not only to mercilessly ridicule the losers in the field, but also to fight each other because of the disagreement of the onlookers.

In this atmosphere, the surviving teams have long since lost the mentality of exercise. In addition to the four and a half hours of intensely focused battles every day, they have to get together to discuss tactics or try to trick their opponents. .

In the past, when the pilots of these two knives dropped the line once in space, they had to have a concussion for a week, which would leave an indelible psychological shadow. After participating in the exercise, the four students who were specially responsible for catching people off-site greatly improved the man-machine match with the mecha, with an average increase of 15% per person, and became skilled workers in towing drones.

When there were only three teams left in the exercise field, Lu Bixing announced that the anti-tracking system had been tested and could be officially applied, and the exercise was suspended.

Among the three teams, the Self-Defense Forces on Saturday had the fewest people. From the first day of the exercise, the Self-Defense Forces embarked on the road of being besieged by others. Later, the siege became a habit, and they were also labeled as "public enemies". Everyone seems to have a deep hatred with them. At the beginning of each exercise, the first task is to tacitly form a group and knock out the Self-Defense Forces. Under such circumstances, the Self-Defense Forces actually stumbled to the end. The reactions all began to stand out, almost becoming a short and powerful "powerhouse".

The team with the largest number is called "Golden Warriors", because of the word "gold", they have attracted a large number of fans. They can account for half of one hundred mechas in each exercise. The eldest of the "Golden Warriors" is an unassuming woman named Foucault. When Sister Smelly was in charge of the Self-Defense Force in the past, she was one of the regular members of the old qualifications, and she rarely expressed her own opinions. , and doesn't make many claims, but she is always there every time something happens, so she is inexplicably ranked in terms of seniority, and others can always think of her.

There is also a team called "Iron Mask Rider" - "Iron Mask" of "Iron Mask Selfless". The name is very righteous and the moral level is very low. It is a shameless rogue team. They were the first to bribe spies, dispatch traitors, and give laxatives to their competitors. There is a boss with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. No one remembers his name. His nickname is "Weasel". Guest, now over two hundred years old, the weasel has not changed his "heroic color", he is still a pure despicable villain.

Lin Jingheng opened the third key and asked Zhan Lu to cooperate with Lu Bixing. It took three days to install the anti-tracking system that was hastily launched, and conducted the last field test. The operation was good and even exceeded Lin Jingheng's imagination.

After the anti-tracking system is launched, once the signals from the base are captured and tracked, there will be 300 indistinguishable forks in front of the people who track them, and the probability of finding the coordinates of the base is 1 in 300.

What kind of project is this

If it was in Votto, the Union Military Commission would have to hold at least six hearings before finalizing the plan. After that, it would take at least nearly a year for bidding, construction, and acceptance. Before the official launch, the Military Commission would assign an approval team to organize tests, and the tests would take another year. Test for half a year. People feed on horses, get kickbacks for oil, plus academic engineers who have never been on the battlefield and front-line troops have different ideas, conflict with each other, and repeatedly restrain each other. Years, hundreds of millions of Galaxy coins are not a problem.

Lin Jingheng finally checked manually and adjusted it according to the interstellar route map. While admiring secretly, he felt a little inexplicable pride in his heart. To him, Lu Bixing was like a rare flower. Even though it was lost in the barren soil and experienced countless winds and frosts that he could not inquire about or imagine, it finally grew its own gorgeous color.

Admiral Lin rarely gave a very high evaluation: "If it were in the Silver Fortress, I would lay off the entire military team."

Lu Bixing said modestly: "This is very rough, and it can only be used in an emergency. After using it a few times, the other party will find the way."

Lin Jingheng stared at the anti-tracking system, quickly figured out several ambush plans, and asked, "What are your plans in the future?"

"Let's run a school," Lu Bixing said, "Xinghai College died prematurely, I'm still not reconciled."

"After the peace, the school can do it at any time, it's not a problem." Lin Jingheng said, calling up his personal terminal and writing and drawing on the waterway map, "Maybe after this war, the alliance will no longer be the alliance it used to be. Where do you want to go in the future? If we leave the base in the future, do you want to find a relatively safe post-war refuge, or do you want to be an engineer with the army?"

Lu Bixing said without hesitation, "I'll follow you."

Lin Jingheng must have heard this before, and would not take it to heart, but suddenly, he inexplicably remembered the nonsense that the old Persian cat put in the mecha that day, and looked up at Lu Bixing.

Lu Bixing's eyes were extremely bright. As soon as he met Lin Jingheng's gaze, he seemed a little nervous. He had to hide his eyes. The fine light swayed slightly in his iris, almost flashing the effect of radiance, and he was still cautious. He reached out and wiped it under his nose.

He just said "I follow you", and immediately there was an ambiguous disagreement.

Lin Jingheng thought calmly, "Fuck your ancestor's one-eyed eagle."

The air seemed to start to heat up, and after a few seconds, the two of them looked away from each other.

In a panic, Lu Bixing started a conversation casually: "There are still three teams left in the base, and it's pointless to let them fight internally. Tomorrow, pull them out to practice on the field. Can you do me a favor and serve as a test?"

Lin Jinghengji didn't hear what he said, and agreed: "Okay."

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