The distant ancient civilization was indeed very advanced. They could utilize the energy of the permanent star in an efficient manner and modify the planets thoroughly.
As a product of the modification of the planets, there were three famous cracks on the surface of the Stargate Base, which looked like three scars or three flower petals.
One of the cracks was where the New Era Institute and Shou 'er City were located, and it was also the only passage leading to the underground laboratory.
There was another crack to the south of the equator, where the inhabitants and cities were few; most of the inhabitants were the relevant departments of the interplanetary fleet.
The second layer of the crust was a large dock where the battleships were berthed and repaired, which was called the Second Exclusive Zone.
Tens of millions of people lived in the Second Exclusive Zone, including many universities and technical colleges, as well as many companies with both military and civilian functions. The largest transportation company used to belong to the Mo family, but it had been expropriated by the government. It was unclear whether the mistress of the Mo family would have the opportunity to go back to the affiliated university of the base for further study.
The Scorching-Sun Battleship was berthed on a large dock, looking like a majestic mountain range.
In the interplanetary era, the battleships would usually be repaired in the space, and they would land on the ground only under special circumstances.
Even the inhabitants of the Second Exclusive Zone had few opportunities to see the battleships of the latest model at such a close distance. It was a rest day, so many people brought their families to the vicinity of the maintenance base for sightseeing and picnicking on the grass. It was quite a bustling scene.
Shielded by the crowd, Jing Jiu approached the base wearing the blue tracksuit he had just bought. After passing through a few checkpoints, he entered the building of the maintenance dock.
In the quiet fitting room, he put the blue tracksuit into the black backpack and put on the military uniform of a field officer of the Federation provided by Ran Donghan. He pushed open the heavy metal door and stepped onto the flat ground that looked like the Tranquil Sea, heading toward the Scorching-Sun Battleship.
He had hacked into the military network a few times so far, but he hadn't reached the core of the network yet. All he could do was follow his instincts and leave many intercepting programs, but he couldn't control the network effectively. He became even more cautious after he heard the gloomy sigh in the deep end of the network of the battleship the other day.
Even so, it was still easy for him to pass through the scanning system of the Scorching-Sun Battleship through the right of authority in his bracelet.
Few things could stop him, be it in Chaotian or in this world; the gravitational field was the only thing he could do so far.
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The Scorching-Sun Battleship looked ordinary in the universe, but it appeared enormous on the earth's surface. After entering the Scorching-Sun Battleship, one would feel like entering a divine palace; one would easily feel insignificant.
The sound of steady footsteps echoed in the quiet passageway. Then, it gradually merged with the sound of more footsteps, and finally, it became a drumming sound.
The warship's living quarters became a little noisy. Be it officers or ordinary soldiers, they would always become more humane when eating.
The air was filled with the smell of food and complaints. The officers and soldiers on the Scorching-Sun Battleship had been grounded for more than ten days. After the battleship landed on the earth's surface, they were under strict control and were constantly being investigated by various departments.
Jing Jiu sat in the corner, wearing a pair of sunglasses and a military cap, the brim of which was pulled down low.
He couldn't smell the food, but from the color, he guessed that it must be disgusting. He roughly understood the reason for these complaints.
"If it's not a problem with the program, then what is it? Besides, what does this have to do with us lower level mechanical repair soldiers? Why did you lock us up here? "
"Lower your voice … Ah, sir!"
A few soldiers with grease stains on their boots came over with food trays in their hands. They didn't find Jing Jiu until they were very close to him. Startled, they stood at attention and saluted him hastily.
Expressionless, Jing Jiu didn't pay any attention to them.
The few mechanical repair soldiers turned around and left hastily. Someone said with lingering fear, "Why is that major like a ghost? Did any of you see him there just now? "
"If I had seen him, would I have dared to complain?"
"Why is that major sitting there?"
"Didn't you see the epaulets? He is from the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Maybe he is here to investigate that case. "
Along with the discussion, more and more soldiers noticed Jing Jiu in the corner. Seeing the epaulets on his military uniform and sensing his temperament, which was as unapproachable as an iceberg, they thought he was a superior sent by the Ministry of Internal Affairs to investigate the case, so they didn't dare provoke him.
More and more officers and soldiers arrived at the living quarters. Now that they were on the surface, there was no need to be on duty. Everyone came here to eat. In fact, this was also a requirement of the fleet's self-inspection. Eating was a roll call to confirm that everyone was present.
A tiny ray of sword light flashed across the dark glasses.
Jing Jiu's gaze passed through the glasses and swept across every table in the living quarters.
In a very short time, he had seen everyone. After filtering once, he began his second observation.
Hundreds of faces flashed before his eyes like light and shadow. Occasionally, they would stop and then move again.
He found seventeen soldiers who had undergone plastic surgery. His gaze went deeper, passing through those faces and landing on the facial bones inside.
Some of these soldiers had suffered serious facial injuries and needed medical plastic surgery. Therefore, most of the bones were repaired and mixed with many alloy materials.
As for the rest, in order to change their appearance, most of them cut their bones.
Soon, he confirmed his suspect.
An officer sat at an inconspicuous small square table.
The officer was very quiet and had no companions. He kept his head down and kept eating. He didn't eat much.
True cultivators didn't need to eat in the first place.
Jing Jiu thought to himself.
He found that the officer had had his bones shaved, but his appearance was still very ordinary. Moreover, several key parts of his facial bones had been strengthened with very high-level alloy structures.
The most important problem was that this officer's body hid great power.
An expert with this kind of power couldn't possibly have such an ordinary position on the warship.
Therefore, there was something wrong with this person.
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Hundreds of pictures unfolded in front of Jing Jiu's eyes and then slowly stacked together.
In his mind, he used common medical plastic surgery methods to restore the officer who had undergone plastic surgery.
The reinforced alloy structures were removed.
Some white material was filled in according to the traces of the shaving.
The broken muscle fibers were reconnected and strengthened.
The uneven thickness of the facial skin was smoothed.
About two minutes later, the hundreds of pictures turned into a brand new face in front of his eyes.
The ring glowed. He entered the hidden network to find the military database of the dead and began to compare.
Soon, he got the answer.
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The middle-aged officer ate in silence.
Suddenly, he felt that someone was looking at him, and not with eyes.
He put the fork in his hand on the plate, picked up a tissue to carefully wipe the corners of his mouth, and raised his head to look across.
A young officer had sat across from him at some point. He wore sunglasses and pressed down the brim of his hat, so his face couldn't be seen.
"Zhou Keqin?"
"Yes."
"The confidential staff officer of the central control room?"
"Yes."
"Where were you when the accident happened that day?"
"I was on shift and sleeping in my room."
"Witness?"
"No."
"Someone saw you go to the wire warehouse."
"That man is lying." The middle-aged officer called Zhou Keqin's expression didn't change. He looked across and said calmly, "I want to ask who you are. You shouldn't be an investigator from the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Why are you here? Why are you asking me these questions? "
"You are also not Zhou Keqin." The young officer sitting across from him was naturally Jing Jiu.
The middle-aged officer had easily guessed his identity after seeing some remote surveillance photos. He said in a deep voice, "Then who do you think I am?"
Jing Jiu said, "Fang Xiang, the former commander of the Assault Battalion of the Starchain Fleet, at the upper state of the Star State. And you are dead."
The middle-aged officer said after a moment of silence, "It seems that you are on good terms with the Priests. I didn't expect you to find me so quickly."
Jing Jiu said, "If you want to kill me, you will die."
Fang Xiang's expression was extremely calm, without any fear.
"Who will die? You survived that night by relying on the gravitational field. How can you escape from me now? "
As soon as he finished speaking, an extremely powerful energy burst out from his body.
A gust of wind rose in the living area of the battleship. Countless plates were blown to the ground, and leftovers were scattered everywhere. The greasy smell was carried by the wind.
The officers and soldiers of the battleship had no idea what had happened. The alarm didn't sound, either. They looked in the direction of the gust of wind subconsciously.
The small square table had been smashed into pieces, dancing in the wind. Fang Xiang drifted into the sky. Countless energies kept gushing into his body.
Standing on the ground, Jing Jiu fixed his gaze on this man through the sunglasses.
Fang Xiang came to the sky and showed his power. It took only a short while.
But it was enough for him to kill this man over a dozen times.
But he didn't move.
This was the first time he had met a Cultivation swordsman of this civilization. Moreover, this man was probably related to the Ascendant. He wanted to observe him.
After about 0.7 seconds, the observation ended.
He made up his mind.
Over a dozen sword lights shot out from his body, hacking at the military swordsman in the sky.
A faint blue light illuminated a corner of the living area.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
A series of crisp cutting sounds rang out.
Fang Xiang didn't die.
His body was covered with a layer of Mecha Suit made of a heterogeneous alloy. A blue light was shining on his chest. It was unclear whether it was a processor or an energy center, but it gave off a powerful energy fluctuation.
There were over a dozen clear marks on the surface of the Mecha Suit.
Those sword lights were merely sword wills, not real flying swords. They were not sharp enough to cut through the hard outer layer of the Mecha Suit.
No matter what, he was the first person in this world who could block those sword lights.
Jing Jiu found it interesting. He took off his sunglasses and put them in his pocket.
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