After the loading and unloading of smuggled goods was completed, the base, which was transformed from an old dock, was not quiet. There was a huge low-pitched roar in the sparse air, which was felt by the floor-to-ceiling observation windows as the ground vibrated.
Xiong Linquan and the others looked out the window and saw a pile of metal components slowly rising from the horizon of the light yellow mineral star. These metal components did not have any regular shape, and there were faint traces of rust under the painted black watch. , which looks like garbage.
Even if it was metal waste, the sudden influx of such a large amount of garbage into the base still shocked them. The five of them looked at each other and naturally connected this pile of garbage with the giant spaceship in front of the dock, because that There's really no difference between a broken ship and metal junk.
As they guessed, the huge lifting and maintenance equipment in the dock began to start, and dozens of sturdy mechanical arms stretched out from both sides of the dock, grabbed the metal garbage components on the outer edge, and slowly lifted it to the outside of the spacecraft.
Thousands of fireworks-like welding flames illuminated the surrounding of the dock, and the black tattered spacecraft was like a piece of clothing that had been worn for countless years, using hard heavy graphite cores and welding flowers to sew countless heavy metal components to itself.
As time passed, there were more and more black metal components hanging outside the dilapidated spacecraft. The heavy components were piled up like bottles and cans, which were dense and ugly. The spacecraft suddenly turned into a hard-working old man in the Bermuda garbage dump.
Xiong Linquan looked at the picture outside the window, watching the metal components the size of the apartment building being welded to the spaceship like a random patchwork, watching the former Charter Bureau triplane that they had been on for many days, becoming more and more in this old dock. It's getting bigger and bigger, and it's getting more and more ugly and ugly, and I can't help but be dumbfounded.
"What's the use of hanging so many garbage components on the spaceship?" Xiong Linquan recalled the scene of the black and tattered spaceship running wild in S1 three years ago.
The spaceship installation work in the dock was repeated simply and tediously. Although the picture was extremely shocking, it was a bit tiresome to watch too much. The team members silently carried out the work at hand, and no longer looked out the window from time to time.
Gu Xifeng took the electronic pen to record the numerical curve on the workbench, and confirmed that there was no problem with the power supply of the dock. After finishing the task for this period of time, he sat back in the chair a little tired and put his feet on the workbench lightly.
Lighting a cigarette and drinking a sip of coffee, Gu Xifeng squinted and looked out the window. There was no entertainment in the old dock, only watching this event from afar.
After finishing the inspection, Xiong Linquan walked back to the control room with a few people from Shanpao. He took a sip from Gu Xifeng's coffee cup, and then took out a cigarette case and sent it to the team members.
The crackling sounded softly, Xiong Linquan was holding a cigarette, and quickly disassembled the TP modified sniper rifle in his hand, his eyes were a little confused by the smoke.
Unscrewing the pulse ignition valve, took out the carbon composite single tube, Xiong Linquan clamped it between two fingers, observed the light for a moment, squinted his eyes and said, "This sniper rifle designed by the boss is really fierce, but we are too many. There is no way to form a dense firepower network, and it is good to use it for assassination after returning to the Federation, but if you want to engage in a frontal firefight with the Little Eyes Special Forces, it is of little significance."
After flicking off the remaining cigarettes in his hand, Xiong Linquan frowned and looked at the hot installation picture in the dock outside the window. He couldn't help but said depressedly: "All these resources and energy are used to wear cotton jackets for the triplane, even if this is not a cotton jacket, it is a real body armor. , it's impossible to fight the federal fleet, and I don't know what the boss thinks, the whole point of firepower, if there are a few MXs, it will be even better."
"The boss said that this dock has nothing to do with the empire, which means that all these are the results of his own work."
Gu Xifeng shook his head and said, "Any weapon and equipment, even if it seems simple to you, is a very troublesome system engineering. Without the support of the whole system's sophisticated technology, and without a large industrial foundation, it is unbelievable that he can make TP. , don't even think about things like military mechas, who has this ability except the Federation and the Empire? Don't Bermudians want it?"
The black spaceship in the old dock outside the window has become larger and uglier at a speed visible to the naked eye these days. In fact, it seems to grow bigger every minute. Now the size of the spaceship has become very terrifying. Fits a few Parliament Hills with no problem.
Xiong Linquan looked out the window, looking at the giant spaceship that took up most of the sky, feeling the insignificance of human beings, and couldn't help frowning and said, "Do you really want to rush into the capital star circle like this? The problem is that the bigger the size, the easier it is to be chartered. Guanghui found that the easier it was to be hit by the main gun of the battleship."
At this time, Xu Le pushed open the door and walked in. He has been busy with Philip in refitting the spaceship on the upper deck of the dock for the past two days. He didn't hear the team members' confusion, and he didn't know Xiong Linquan's worries at this time.
Walking to the window, Xu Le supported his waist and moved his sour body. Looking at the shadow of the huge spaceship that was about to take shape or not to take shape outside the window, a satisfied smile appeared on his face, and he turned around and said to everyone, "This three ship is about to take shape. The wing ship has been with me for several years, but it is no longer like the tri-wing ship, so I want to choose a new name, but I haven't thought about it, do you have any comments?"
Gu Xifeng shrugged, spread his hands and said, "Boss, you know, it's always the most difficult thing to name people or battleships."
Zhuzi said: "Let's go back to the Federation with the boss, or we'll call the seven groups?"
"Not good." The monkey shook his head and sneered: "The team is called the seventh group, how can the battleship be called the seventh group? When the two sides open fire in the future, when the two sides exchange camps, you have to say that you are the seven groups of beads, and others think you are a battleship communication soldier."
"Then what do you call it domineering?"
The monkey waved his arm and said proudly, "Universe Number Seven!"
Xiong Linquan didn't join in the discussion and debate among the team members. He walked silently to Xu Le's side, and expressed his concerns solemnly: "The hull is too large, and the charter is easy to find and easy to hit."
Xu Le explained calmly: "For Charter Guanghui, no matter how small the spaceship is, it can be found, but for us, the bigger the ship is, the smaller it can be in the future."
What kind of shit logic is it that you can only get smaller when you are big? Xiong Linquan stared blankly at Xu Le's face, and couldn't help but sigh, "Boss, you really have become a third-rate philosopher."
There was a breeze blowing on the abandoned mine star. It was not sluggish, but still tragic. The huge shadow that enveloped the entire old dock gradually became smaller.
Accompanied by thousands of tons of smoke and dust, the huge black tattered spacecraft, or Cosmic Seven, slowly and decisively left the ground and flew into the dark universe.
The alarm disarm signal sounded in the deepest control cabin of the spacecraft, and people untied the flow restraints on their bodies and began to adapt to the feeling of pseudo-gravity.
Because of Philip's presence, the team members never entered the command cabin, and only Xu Le and Zhong Fireworks stayed here.
"This time I went deep into Bermuda, and I felt more and more that it was too dependent on the Commonwealth and had no power to protect itself. If the Gary Corridor can protect Bermuda from the annexation of the Empire, why has the Commonwealth not enriched Bermuda for thousands of years? the star field to eat?"
The slender robotic arm swayed slightly in front of him, as if the professor was shaking his head in mockery, and a delicate voice sounded in the cabin: "The Federal Charter stipulates the absolute independence of Bermuda. Even if the Federals want to bypass the Charter and annex Bermuda, they need to read the Charter. The computer will not answer."
"In other words, when human beings resume civilization in this star field, it is never Bermudians who protect Bermuda, but the Charter."
"It used to be me, but now it's the scrap metal under the Charter Bureau."
Xu Le asked: "If the civilization of this star field is inherited from the five-member team and the biomarker library in that battleship, why should the five-member team treat Bermuda differently?"
"Using the benchmark chip to supervise human society and prevent human society from going down the road of destruction like the ancestral civilization, this is the true spirit of the charter."
Philip calmly explained: "When the five-member team rebuilt human civilization in the Shanglin Samsung system, they chose the Charter Computer, which is me, to carry out this kind of supervision work, requiring that every natural person must have an identity chip implanted in the back of his neck."
"But after all, this approach has no precedent and experience, and it can even be said to be a brand new experiment on human society."
"Although the five guys on the spaceship are lustful, good wine, some like fish and some like meat, what they have in common is that they are all nerds, otaku men and otaku girls always like to look ahead and worry about gains and losses when they do things, so they decided to plan for To give a star field to the so-called free people, this is the origin of Bermuda."
"So it is." Xu Le sighed: "The more people know the secrets of the pioneering period of mankind, the more I feel that the group of statues on Charter Square is really amazing. If there are no five people, how could mankind exist in the Sanlin Star Region."
Philip sneered: "If those five guys are still alive, they must be very happy to hear your evaluation. They always think that otaku can save the world."
In Xu Le's view, the five-person team's experimental design of the blueprint for a new human civilization was a very shocking large-scale painting, but Zhong Huanhua, who had been listening to the story quietly, only cared about another thing.
"Xu Fei, what is a house?"
"One, please don't call me Xu Fei, you can call me Xiao Fei. Two, zhai is a special term with deep cultural connotations, which is difficult to explain."
This kind of contemptuous and sarcastic conversation has happened countless times on this dilapidated spaceship in the past three years. Zhong Fireworks and Philip seem to always be able to find new topics to attack each other, and every time they are quarreled The dizzy Xu Le always felt that he had raised a pair of chatty twin stubborn daughters, which was very uncomfortable.
He waved his hand to stop another debate, looked at the probe at the top of the robotic arm with a serious expression, and asked, "What is the result of the earthquake under the Biki Plateau on the Mohua planet?"
After being silent for a long time, Philip replied: "I lack enough computing nodes, and I don't have a complete database for comparison, but according to the data collected, especially the air particle data collected over the Biqui Plateau, I can only It is very bad to say that the results of vague speculation are very bad.”
"What result?"
"The specific situation is unknown." Philip replied directly: "What I can tell you is that a bad bomb may have exploded under the base of the Biqui Plateau."
Xu Le's eyes narrowed, and after a long silence, he asked, "Could it be the kind of bad bomb you told me before that destroyed Zu Xing?"
"The power is not that great, so it's not a big bad guy but a little bad guy."
Philip replied: "But the little villain is also very troublesome. After returning to the Federation, you do your thing, and I will do mine too. It must be stopped."
After a short pause, Philip said solemnly: "The thing I am most puzzled about now is why the scrap metal under the Charter Bureau has not been found."
Zhong Yanhua opened his eyes wide and said, "Maybe because of your absence, the charter computer has become stupid and not as easy to use as before?"
"Although I have turned a lot, I still want to thank you for your rare praise."
There was no emotion in Philip's voice: "But don't forget, I have been observing that scrap iron through various methods for the past three years, and I can confirm that it is not only not stupid, but more difficult to deal with than before."
Outside the window is a dark universe. Long space voyages are not always beautiful under the gaze of the stars. Xu Le silently looked out of the window, looking at the Federation, which was invisible at all, and suddenly asked, "How sure are you?"
The control cabin suddenly became extremely quiet. Xu Le's question directly related to the war after returning to the Federation. Is there any chance
After a long time, Philip's slender voice broke the silence and said calmly: "There are three more layers of filters in the central database of the Charter Bureau, it is difficult for me to invade the core program, but with the help of that person, I can easily read that stuff. The thinking of scrap iron, although there is not much grasp, but there is."
"No matter how many, as long as there are, we have to try."
After 11.3 federal universe standard timings, the black tattered spacecraft crossed the invisible border, left the Bermuda star field, and officially entered the federal star field.
This space is extremely far away from the Federation's advance base, and the alloy fortress the size of an asteroid cannot be seen at all. There are only a series of pearl-like charter information checkpoints, and Jingmei is listed in front.
For some reason, the black tattered spaceship did not choose to avoid these charter checkpoints, nor did it choose the cracks in the charter brilliance, hiding its existence with difficulty and prudence, but just broke through.
The massive hull obscured the brilliance of the nearest star of the Rabbit star system behind her, casting a terrifying shadow on those Charter checkpoints.
At the checkpoint, the officers under the Charter Bureau were scanning the back of the passage to watch the passengers applying for return from Bermuda. Suddenly, they found that a shadow was coming. They turned their heads and looked out the window, and then saw a scene that they will never forget for the rest of their lives.
A black metal garbage dump like a mountain came with an overwhelming shadow, silently swept over the head, and flew towards the capital star circle.