Hearing the arrogant reply of the broken metal ship, the merchants and militants in the smuggling ship looked at each other, thinking, 'You don't want anything from a man, and you don't want anything from a woman. What the f * ck do you want?'
Thinking of the terrible speed of the broken metal spaceship, the strong impact force, the thick outer armor, and the extremely strange request of the other party, the people, who had been badly injured in the previous dozens of collisions, suddenly remembered a rumor that had been circulating in the Bermuda Sector in recent months. Several groups of smugglers claimed that they had been robbed on the route. The spaceship that carried out the robbery was extremely powerful, but the owner of the spaceship had a bad taste that was most hated by the people of Bermuda. The other party seemed to be particularly interested in mechanical things. In addition, even those beautiful women who were worthy of Lin Banshan, he was not willing to take a second look at them.
The leader of the militants swallowed a mouthful of saliva and moved closer to the smuggler. Looking at the broken spaceship that seemed to be dancing at a high speed and showing off its terrifying mobility, he lowered his voice and said, "Surrender. I heard that this spaceship has been in the Left Sky Sector for the past two years. Even those guys in the Empire who were escorted by warships did not have any chance to fight back."
The smuggler's body trembled slightly, and it did not take long for him to resolutely and honorably surrender. Since the other party allowed him to enter the escape capsule and did not want any goods, then even if he could not move the modified guns, he could still take the most expensive diamonds and recoup some losses.
The smuggler, who was preparing to enter the escape capsule, looked back at the spaceship that he had spent a lot of money to build reluctantly and painfully. Suddenly, he found that the broken metal spaceship in space began to dance again. He could not help but curse in a low voice, "F * ck you! Will you die if you don't show off? "
In the dark and quiet space, the broken metal spaceship was trembling violently. The bloated body of the spaceship that could not be described with words was tumbling at a high speed in the thousands of kilometers of space, continuously making countless incredible flight movements. However, it did not seem to be showing off. Instead, it was more like a human brain that was being pierced by countless steel needles at the same time, and it was holding its head and struggling in pain!
The dilapidated metal spaceship was exactly the tri-winged Bureau of Proclamation that had transported Xu Le into the Imperium. Nominally, the spaceship still belonged to the Federation Bureau of Proclamation, but in fact, it had long become a toy controlled by the old man's consciousness.
The tri-winged spaceship lurked in the Imperium's star system for an entire year, breaking through the colorful clouds and rescuing Xu Le from the siege. In the end, it was shot and forced to crash on a desolate mineral planet. Through some unknown method, the spaceship completed its self-repair and restarted. After leaving the Imperium, it came to the strange and curious Bermuda Triangle star system and resumed its old job of looting.
Until a moment ago, a cold mechanical voice sounded from inside the three-winged warship.
"According to the highest additional clause of the Charter's core law, all physical operations are prohibited."
All of the data in the tri-winged ship returned to zero, returning to silence. After the ship trembled violently and struggled in pain, it quietly floated in the dark space of the universe.
The smugglers and militants who were preparing to leave in the escape capsules noticed the anomaly of the ragged metal spaceship. After a long nervous silence, someone speculated, "Is something wrong with the spaceship?"
"What problem could there be?"
"I don't know. Maybe it lost power? Boss, I think we should try to sneak away. Looking at the condition of that ragged spaceship, I don't think it can be started anymore. "
"What if that despicable guy is playing with us again?" The smuggler's thoughts were obviously too complicated.
"Let's drive towards him first. Even if there's something wrong, we can say that we're intimidated by his aura and take the initiative to drive the ship closer. I think with that guy's arrogance, he would like to hear this kind of explanation. Besides, I've never heard an expert say that this ship has killed anyone before."
Under the temptation of huge profits and the encouragement of the ragged spaceship's silence, the people returned to their posts and slowly drove the smuggler's spaceship toward the tri-winged warship, mentally prepared to flatter and explain at all times.
However, the tri-winged warship did not respond at all, quietly floating in space just like that.
"Looks like there is really a problem. Boss, let's go!" someone shouted excitedly.
The smuggler took a deep breath, waved his arm, and said, "Wealth comes from danger! Drag this thing back! "
The militant leader looked at him in panic and stopped him. "This is too risky!"
The smuggler frowned, silently looked at the motionless ragged metal spaceship, and said without confidence, "I have a feeling that … this guy is dead."
The militants did not understand this sentence, and the merchant himself did not understand why he said that. The metal spaceship quietly floating in space was not alive to begin with, so how could it be dead? However, looking at the ragged spaceship, he suddenly felt that the smell of death coming from it made him very uncomfortable, even a little sad. He really wanted to hear that arrogant and funny voice again.
Shaking his head, the merchant drove these strange emotions out of his mind, waved his hand expressionlessly, and said, "Drag it back, dismantle it, and sell it."
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Facing the autumn wind, the little white flower bloomed wildly in the mountains beside the railway. The SCC global surveillance system in the cockpit vaguely captured an anomaly dozens of kilometers away. Wearing a helmet, Xu Le was about to perform the next step of data enhancement and ask the old man what he found when his voice rang in his mind.
"Xu Le, not long ago, I started to dream, a very, very long dream."
"In the dream, I can clearly feel the color of the flowers and the feeling of being blown by the morning wind. I can smell the fragrance of No.37 brand cigarettes. I can taste the fruit and wood of Wen Jun No. 2. It's not like before where I can only see the microscopic structure of the flowers, calculate the direction and level of the wind, or analyze the heavy metal content in the rotten cigarettes you smoke, or the boring and monotonous alcohol content and the brewing process."
"Philip, my dear, this is a good thing." Xu Le stared at the near-pupil light screen and said, "According to the little knowledge I have in front of you, only a complete and independent consciousness can dream and sleep. It's very good that you have these feelings. Maybe one day in the future, you can have a girlfriend or something."
"Why not have a boyfriend?" The old man asked in confusion.
"Because Philip is obviously a man's name."
The old man mumbled something very vaguely, and then he continued to express the feelings of an artistic youth, which was very rare, "It's because it's good that I'm afraid. I'm very worried that I won't be able to dream in the future."
"You won't. The number of times you dream is infinitely more than me."
Xu Le was like a computer friend, patiently answering the old man's questions, as if he was comforting a child who had just learned to think about death on a rainy day.
"Xu Le."
"Yes."
"Xu Le, there is an ambush in front of us. There are ambushes everywhere. This is a trap."
"Ambush, where?"
Xu Le's pupils shrank slightly, and the nervousness before the battle began to enter his sensitive body.
"They are everywhere."
Following these four words, Xu Le's brain suddenly buzzed with a muffled sound. In the world that his left eye could see, countless images suddenly appeared, flying in from every corner, everywhere.
Complicated blueprints of mechanical structures, whimsical interior design of the engine, screenshots of * * * * * in different poses, erotic pictures of beautiful female bodies on full display, and densely-packed light dots with citizen numbers hanging in the building, maintaining that posture in the forest. Countless images danced in his mind like snowflakes, occupying everything in an instant.
Xu Le remembered these images. In the black dream on the hospital bed, in the spring recruitment exam of Nutshell Company, in the black prison of Fox Fortress Prison, on the battlefield filled with smoke and death. At this moment, these images flooded his eyes again, as if he was summing up his memories, or perhaps some kind of memorial.
His fingers slowly released the control stick, and the Little White Flower Mecha that was moving at high speed beside the railway slowly slowed down.
In the next moment, the countless images in his mind were accompanied by a clear and heart-palpitating tearing sound. Countless cracks appeared, and then they flew in all directions, like sheets of white snow coming and going like sheets of butterflies, not leaving behind a single trace.
In the void, the Federal Central Computer said one last sentence with a voice that was already beginning to become cold and mechanical, "You must remember, my name is Philip."
In the rustling autumn wind, the Little White Flower Mecha silently stopped in the mountains beside the railway. Sharp alarms began to ring in the dim cockpit, but Xu Le only remained silent, not moving at all.
Extremely far away at the edge of the atmosphere, several missiles were currently approaching at high speed. Even further away, outside the atmosphere, the Federation battleship that had just completed emergency maintenance began to conduct crystal transition guidance, preparing to fire its second main cannon.
In the uninhabited mountains dozens of square kilometers around the Little White Flower Mecha, more than a hundred black MXT Mecha slowly stood up from the pits in the autumn forest. The heavy Mecha that glowed with a metallic luster instantly tore apart the peace between heaven and earth, releasing a wave of terrifying killing intent.
Following the silent transmission of radio waves, countless heavy equipment began to be activated. The soldiers in camouflage lifted the shield covering on the dense formation, silently and quickly preparing for battle.
Du Shaoqing and his Iron Seven Division finally made a shocking appearance.
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However, the silver-white Mecha beside the railway did not move at all. At least in the first few seconds, the Little White Flower Mecha slightly turned the detector above it to look at the pale and vast autumn sky, as if it was watching in place of the small-eyed man inside.
Since the beginning of that black dream, Xu Le had used the chip behind his neck to bicker, chat, and daze with that guy, and they had fought together. In a sense, their flesh and blood were connected, and their souls were connected. At this moment, he knew very clearly that the old thing, no, he should be called Philip, had left.
Just as he had a name, he left, as if he had passed away as soon as he was born. Xu Le's body began to feel cold, and he completely did not notice the shocking appearance of the Iron Seven Division in the mountains around him. He only narrowed his eyes, listening to his heavy and clear breathing in the quiet cockpit, searching for the silent and enigmatic breathing.
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