"Abnormal current output in area 38, please check."
In the captain's main control room of the commercial spaceship, the computer's emotionless voice sounded. The captain acted as if he didn't hear it. He put down the coffee cup in his hand and said to himself in a nervous tone, "Where did she go? Where did she go? "
It had only been a month since the spaceship left the Donglin District. During this month, the captain, who was originally fat, had obviously lost a lot of weight. His eyes, in particular, were surrounded by dark circles. He looked extremely haggard. It seemed that the cups of coffee in his hand did not help him in the slightest.
"There's an abnormality in area 38." The spaceship's computer didn't repeat the warning. This time, it was the captain's secretary who spoke. The middle-aged man carefully looked at his boss and said, "Do you want to send an engineer to check it out?"
"Check, check, check, check my ass!" The captain suddenly became furious. He jumped up like a ball and pointed at the secretary's nose and scolded, "I don't care about that damn woman in area 38, I don't care about that damn 3721, I want everyone to go find the miss! Find the miss! We've been looking for so damn long, why haven't we found her yet! "
Obviously, this wasn't the first time the secretary had to deal with the captain's anger, so he was still calm enough. He looked down and calmly replied, "The Ancient Bell has a total of 42 areas. It would take a standard five days to search through all of them. The problem now is that we don't have enough manpower to do this. The most important thing is that the spaceship is too crowded right now, so we can't do this with great fanfare. The spaceship's central control system has been able to confirm the miss' safety these days, and she is indeed on the spaceship, so captain, please don't worry too much. "
Without waiting for the captain to continue to be angry, the secretary immediately suggested, "If we request the Bureau of Proclamation to help locate her, I believe that it will take at most three minutes to find the miss's whereabouts."
The captain was silent. He had too many reasons not to let the people in the Federation know about the miss's disappearance, because this matter would cause too much trouble. The spaceship's central control system had been able to confirm the miss' safety, so in addition to his anger and anxiety, he still maintained a little calmness and didn't blindly and confusedly submit an emergency request to the Bureau of Proclamation.
The captain sighed and rubbed his slightly sore cheeks. He then closed his eyes and began to think. There were a total of three missions on the Ancient Clock. The first one was the friendly exchange mission between the West Woods Region and the East Woods Region. The second was to secretly transport the 4th Military Region's special mecha team to carry out the 4427 plan. The third was to send the young mistress to school on the Capital Planet.
In the original plan, the special mecha team that carried out the second mission had another mission, which was to be responsible for the lady's safety. However, the people from the West Woods didn't expect that the target of Plan 4427, the traitorous mechanic, would be so powerful. In the end, it forced the Ancient Clock to expend a lot of energy, and at the same time, it also made the 4th Military Region pay a price. The mecha team led by Colonel Lake had been affected by the shockwave, and all of them had been heavily injured. Although none of them had died, over the past few days, a few of them had fallen into a coma, and a few of them had been vomiting non-stop.
It was precisely because of this unexpected situation that there was a huge loophole in the young lady's safety protection. After the young lady went missing, the West Woods did not have enough manpower to search for her. The fat captain opened his eyes and said angrily, "What about the student soldiers in the delegation? There hasn't been any news at all these days. Did they grow up eating sh * t? "
There were too many people on the spaceship, and the West Woods didn't know who could be a spy from the Investigation Bureau, or an outpost from the Bureau of Proclamation. They couldn't even confirm if there were any special agents from the Special Task Force. If they wanted to quietly find the young lady, they could only trust people from the West Woods. Coincidentally, in the delegation that visited the West Woods Region, there was a group of students from the West Woods Military Academy, so this serious task was given to them. However, the surveillance footage of the day the young lady went missing had been reviewed many times. The people from the Ancient Clock Company confirmed that the young lady did not leave the second floor, so the scope of the search had been limited to the upper floor. Those military academy students, who were regarded as geniuses, were like spiders with limited movement routes in a spider's web. How could they find the target who had already climbed to another tree?
The secretary glanced at him, thinking that the captain and himself were both from the West Woods Military Academy. Those 18 or 19-year-old officers should be considered their juniors. How could he have the heart to say something like growing up eating sh * t? He lowered his head and said, "I keep feeling that we missed something."
"Then expand the scope of the search." A trace of irritation flashed in the fat captain's eyes. "Go down and look, just … remember not to alarm too many people. Don't let those unrelated know."
As he was talking, the spaceship's communicator suddenly lit up, and a silent and cold middle-aged face appeared on the light screen. The secretary immediately stood at attention and saluted the middle-aged man on the light screen, then left the command cabin. The fat captain also stood up immediately. Although he knew that the interstellar communication had a very long delay, he still saluted meticulously and said loudly, "Reporting to the commander, there is still no news. We can only confirm that she is safe."
Then he immediately lowered his head and said with great shame and pain, "Boss, the fat man deserves to die."
This time, the communication had not been time corrected or tuned. The middle-aged general on the other end of the light screen spoke a few minutes ago, and was not directed at the captain. "Keep looking. Firework is very naughty, but Firework is smarter than you people think, so don't worry too much about her. Just remember one thing, Firework must go to school in the capital. As for the news of her disappearance this time, strictly prohibit it from being leaked. I don't want those skinny old members of the management committee to make an issue out of this matter and say that our 4th Military Region is looking for excuses to delay the investigation. "
"Yes, boss." The captain's heart was really full of shame. The hands by his side clenched tightly, thinking to himself that if he really did find the young miss, he would definitely see who dared to help her and find food for her every day. When the time came, he would definitely tear that person to pieces.
Right at this moment, the spaceship's central control computer emitted a cold voice again. "Abnormal power output in Area 38. Abnormal ground stress. Suspected to be an internal impact."
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At this time, Xu Le did not feel like he was being torn to pieces. Although he had always been suspicious of little watermelon's background, there was no way he could have connected the little girl to the 4th Military Region, the Federation, or any other distant upper class existence. After all, he was just an orphan who had grown up at the bottom of the Federation's hierarchy. Subconsciously, he felt that those things were very far away from him. Moreover, right now, his whole mind was focused on the broken mecha beneath his feet.
A faint glow seeped out from the cockpit, and in this glow, Xu Le, who was stepping on the door of the mecha, looked like a figure from a painting. Suddenly discovering the secret hidden in his hands, knowing what he had learned in these four years, in this instant, he naturally thought of his teacher, his friend, his boss — — Feng Yu. The youth could not control the sadness in his heart. He lowered his head and cried silently. His tears dripped onto the surface of the broken mecha, washing away a few traces of dust.
Seeing him cry, little watermelon made a soft "ah" sound, and then hurriedly covered her mouth with her two small hands. She did not know why Big Brother Xu Le was crying. Could it be because he had been able to fix this broken mecha? Could this be what the books called "crying tears of joy"?
It didn't take long for Xu Le to come back to his senses. He used his sleeves that were full of oil to wipe away the tears on his face, making himself look like a dirty tiger. He looked at the small watermelon on the floor with some embarrassment and said forcefully, "You didn't scare me, right? I won't cry again in the future. " He was a man of his word. Since his boss had already left, regardless of whether he was dead or alive, there was no point in trapping himself in these emotions. He would just remember him in his heart, and then live out his life well. From that second onwards, Xu Le rarely cried — until many years later, when he was caught in the rain while walking on the streets.
The central control chip of the M02 mecha had long been damaged, and most of its functions had already failed. Xu Le naturally did not expect to be able to fix the chip in this kind of environment. He had only used some crude and clumsy methods to block the mecha's own alarm system, wanting to test if the transmission performance was good. At this time, since the mecha had already passed the self-check, the excited him naturally wanted to try it out. With some difficulty, he squeezed into the open cockpit, and following the instructions on the manual, he found the control panel without much difficulty.
Xu Le carefully reached his arm into the fixed valve, and his ten fingers pressed against the simulated surface in a fixed order. Then, to his disappointment, he found that although the transmission system of this mecha seemed to be working, the signal input device was still unable to connect. To be more precise, there was no way to establish a connection between the simulated surface of the control panel and the chip set he had installed. No matter how hard he tried, the entire mecha remained motionless.
Left with no other choice, he could only switch to the simulation system, connecting the sensors directly to the surface of his skin. This type of system had basically been phased out by now, because scientists had confirmed through their research that no matter how developed the human body was, the reaction speed shown by using the simulation system would still be very slow. Moreover, this type of control method required too much energy, so no one would be able to use this method to operate a mecha for long periods of time. It was just that in the early days of the Constitutional calendar more than 60 years ago, the M02 model had still retained this sort of useless and useless system — anyway, he just needed to make the mecha move a little, so Xu Le did not mind sweating.
This was an illusion of skin and muscle tissue — it was very thick and very heavy. Xu Le's brow furrowed, and he found that perhaps because the mecha had been damaged for too long, there was a problem with the sensor system. His nervous system was directing the movement of his muscles, but there was no way to make this mecha move at all. Suddenly, with a flash of inspiration, or perhaps it was an instinctive reaction, Xu Le pursed his lips and closed his eyes. His waist instantly began to tremble, and a huge force was transmitted directly from his waist to his arms. Then, with a muffled grunt, he raised both arms.
Mirroring his actions, the huge tattered M02 mech slowly raised its arms amidst a series of teeth-numbing screeches!
Under the surprised gazes of the two children, the mecha took a step forward, and then... it collapsed with a loud crash!
With a loud crash, the M02 mecha fell to the ground in front of the little girl in white, becoming a pile of metal parts and circuit boards emitting green smoke.
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