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Proton star day is coming soon.

Judging from the current map, the most serious differences are between Port Chris and Mocheng where they landed, and Likoro City where this gene was first discovered.

These three cities seem to have no room for change. Although the population distribution of Proton Star is not dense, and the combined number of people in these cities is less than half of the central city, what is serious is that almost everyone in the city has changed. They have become so-called "alien", so they are so quiet when they come.

Because they no longer feel the existence of human beings, they only feel that everyone is their kind, there is no need to attack hard, and they can just coexist peacefully.

The first task of the support team now is to clear out all three cities that have been infested by aliens, and then observe other adjacent cities based on the flooding situation. The ultimate goal is to ensure that the central city is not affected by this gene. Invasion.

Chang Lin packaged and sent the detailed map of the entire planet and information about various resource points and energy supply points. After confirming that it was correct, he trembled and deeply gave the highest standard of ceremony to the imperial warriors who came to support. .

He still couldn't help but his eyes were red. He knew that once these mechas were activated this time, he would lose tens of thousands of his people.

But hesitation cannot solve the problem. In order to restore the health of Central City, he can only agree and cooperate with all plans.

Just before He Yunting was about to walk towards the mecha, Chang Lin gave him advice for the third time: "None of the researchers we sent out before have come back, so no matter what, even if you have better experts this time, you must ensure that For his safety, unless necessary, he must not come into close contact with those aliens, otherwise..."

The more he spoke, the lower his voice became: "In short, I don't want to see any new people fall into this abyss."

He Yunting glanced at him and nodded slightly.

Soon, he walked towards the tarmac without any hesitation, towards the mecha that had been with him for a long time, towards his subordinates and soldiers who were waiting for his orders, and towards the upcoming blood-stained dusk.

-

Because of the detailed navigation and instructions given by Chang Lin, it took them less than three hours to reach the first nearest desert city.

After all, there was no point in staying in Central City, and Xu Zhiheng’s purpose was to understand the situation, so he followed him. Since the Aegis of Aegis was the first line of defense, it had to be at the forefront, so in order to ensure safety, He Yunting arranged for Xu Zhiheng to In some mechas at the back.

Everyone was attentive, and the energy and team communications had been checked when they arrived, eliminating any unexpected situations.

In order to facilitate communication, in addition to the public channel, He Yunting also has a private line for Lu Anhe, which is used for emergency orders and words that are inconvenient to be disclosed to the public.

However, He Yunting rarely talks, especially when he is officially on a mission, so this private channel does not flash often.

Lu Anhe reported various real-time data outside on the public channel. After the navigation was on track, no one spoke for a while.

But this time it was different. Halfway through the journey, the private line between Lu An and Zeus suddenly lit up.

He didn't dare to neglect and answered the call immediately.

"Did you find any problems while you were protecting Xu Zhiheng?" He Yunting said solemnly, "Any aspect."

Lu Anhe was not surprised that He Yunting would ask this question, explaining one by one what happened after he entered Xu Zhiheng's secret laboratory: "I can't tell for the time being. Except for Ji Meng's funeral, he was basically within sight, and indeed You are helping Qi Jiaze with all your heart."

"Speaking of this," Lu Anhe thought for a moment, "his condition was indeed improving before I left. He was no longer aggressive, and his vertical pupils were even invisible sometimes. I don't know how the past few days have been. ”

"I asked Mr. Lin to take a look." He Yunting said, "I will ask him about the results."

Lu Anhe: "Okay."

Speaking of Lin Han, He Yunting couldn't help but think of the incident three years ago when he asked him to investigate in his study.

Obviously he knew immediately after remembering that date that he should have been routinely checking the shooting training of the prospective pilots at that time. But after Lin Han gave himself a negative answer, He Yunting thought about it carefully and found that he could only remember it. Get up to the details in the morning.

Even if you know that there is shooting training in the afternoon, which training ground it is at, who has been eliminated, and whether there are any mistakes should all be as vivid as the morning.

However, no.

There was only a rough outline in my mind, as if there was a voice telling me what I had done, like a bewilderment, just to prevent myself from delving into it.

Because now that he's looking deeply, he can't remember even a single bit.

It was as if that afternoon had been dug out of his mind, leaving no trace at all, leaving only an empty shell with an illusion.

So will there be any missing items in the next three years? Or before?

He Yunting already understood that if he directly asked Lu An and what happened that afternoon, the other party would not tell him clearly, but he was not a person who beat around the bush, so he simply brought it up again: "As for what you said, on the day Xi Yuan went to attend the academic lecture, except for He, his teacher, and who else are there?"

"This?" Lu Anhe was startled for a moment, "Because Professor Xu's academic level is very high, and it is a public lecture with high mobility. There are many life science students present, and of course there are also some social figures."

"It's okay for those students, even if they have different majors, they can check their identity information with their ID cards, but for those who come and go, it's really hard to find."

"Okay." He Yunting stopped and didn't go into details.

"Boss?" Lu Anhe took the initiative to ask, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." He Yunting said bluntly, "Is it possible that after experiencing something, a person's memory will have obvious deviations?"

Lu Anhe's reception was not smooth this time.

He visibly stiffened and laughed twice: "I didn't learn this in military school, and then I directly joined the army. I really don't know."

"Ah."

He Yunting only responded.

This time Lu Anhe stopped talking, and the communicator became quiet again.

-

It was afternoon when they arrived in Mocheng, and it was also the hottest time on Proton Star.

The unique ecology means that this planet has only two seasons, and the temperature remains high all year round. However, compared with the harsh environment in the Empire's border area, it is still much better.

All transportation hubs in Mocheng were closed. The troops found a square in the center of the city, spread their hang gliding wings, and landed together.

The entire city was as eerily quiet as when it came, but there were some human-looking "others" scattered here and there.

Because there are no more "human beings" here, they don't need to launch any attacks. They only need to slowly consume their energy by sleeping. There is still abundant food on the shelves in supermarkets and shopping malls, but they don't need it. They would rather eat dirt. Underground roots, breaking off lush trees, using human teeth and digestive systems to mechanically and numbly chew food that does not originally belong to them.

Like the Zerg, they can sleep for a long time after eating once, until they wake up next time, or are disturbed by something else.

It should be a warm city with bright lights at this time, but it feels strangely like a battlefield before the end of the world.

Clearing the pattern is not difficult.

They have steel armor strong enough to navigate the universe, the most advanced military power, railguns with sufficient energy, and thrusters installed on their robotic arms. Not only do they have contact bombs, but they also have particle cannons responsible for long-range firepower. .

Some of their mecha arms can even use lasers as lightsabers, which are the sharpest blades and the most perfect weapons.

They also have the thickest defensive shield, including cold weapons and hot weapons.

Most of the many advanced weapons are designed to resist the Zerg, not to be pierced by their legs, and to tear their brains into pieces.

But now in this city, no matter how mutated they are, in the final analysis they are just fragile human beings.

Before He Yunting gave the order, he said coldly to the mecha carrying Xu Zhiheng: "Keep an eye on Professor Xu's mood. It's best not to let him see it."

Maybe Xu Zhiheng will hate him and never be able to forgive him. Maybe even after returning to the empire, all his actions will be made public, and someone will always misinterpret the facts. He will become a cruel executioner who stains the blood of countless "compatriots" and takes human lives lightly.

He has no emotions, just a cold perpetrator.

"Starting from the center of the city, all mechas are dispersed," he ordered. "The Zerg interference mode is raised to the highest level. The entire city must be covered and attract enough... aliens."

"For future reconstruction, you can consider protecting the building as appropriate," a cold voice said word by word on the public channel, "But after attracting the aliens, there will be no additional conditions...kill them all."

"Repeat it again..."

"Kill them all."

After a moment of silence, each mecha took orders one after another.

"He Yunting, you are massacring the city——"

Xu Zhiheng's extremely angry voice finally came from the communicator, and he was completely yelling.

Soon he was pulled away by the sergeant in the mecha, and his words gradually became inaudible.

-

This may be the shortest dusk in Mocheng.

Never has a dark night come so quickly as now. Uninvited guests with armor and armor have entered this empty city. They emit disgusting sound waves to wake up those sleeping or slow-eating aliens from their unknown dreams. .

This group of aliens opened their vertical pupils and began to search for the source of this frequency. Then they screamed and roared loudly in a language that no one could understand, and spontaneously gathered towards the source.

They ran angrily, using their stumps that might have been half broken. They didn't tire, they just wanted to attack and bite like crazy. They called their friends who they thought were the same kind and rushed over together, wanting to fight the sound to the death.

To destroy, to destroy...

So they gathered together in the originally peaceful corner of the park, in the once bustling school playground, and in the sacred church that symbolized love and peace.

What awaited them was only violent particle cannons and ruthless fire and smoke.

——There is no way to resist.

The mecha formation swept through every corner of the city, not letting go of all possible aliens, even if some aliens had fallen into a deep sleep, or had been infected with the gene not long ago, and the degree of mutation was not deep, and they looked like just ordinary humans.

It can't even be called a war.

There is no winning or losing at all.

Because the prerequisite for victory or defeat is that there is at least a measurable strength gap between the two sides.

This was just a boring and monotonous night washed with blood.

-

But after the dazzling morning star flashed by, the dawn still shined as usual.

The temperature in Mocheng is slightly lower at this time, and today's morning is as quiet as ever.

The team that stayed up all night finally completed their mission. The pilots reported on every dispersed point. No human being would open his eyes with vertical pupils and attack them ferociously.

The mechas began to integrate, bringing with them countless blood and gunpowder smoke.

After all, the whole day's work consumed too much energy, so the team regrouped where they originally came from and began to do a simple inventory.

They are about to make a short repair here, and after the pilot and mecha have recovered a little, they will continue to the next area.

"Boss, you should also take a rest." Lu Anhe's tired voice came from the communicator, "It's not far from our place to Chris Harbor. You should sleep for a while."

He Yunting responded and told everyone to take a rest while he leaned on the seat in the first cockpit and was lost in thought.

It is said that Xu Zhiheng has no strength left, even though he has not faced this process directly.

But He Yunting rarely paid attention to this professor with a high academic status.

He just wants to rest.

He Yunting's expression was very ugly, his lips were very tight, straight and cold.

He seemed to be thinking about something, and he seemed to be just relaxing and thinking about nothing.

Suddenly there was a vibration, and his personal communicator rang.

This time there was no voice communication transition, it was a video invitation, coming from the distant core area of ​​the empire.

He Yunting's mind even went blank for a moment, but after the blank moment passed, he quickly agreed.

The light screen popped up, but instead of seeing the young man he expected, the screen was completely black.

No one spoke.

He Yunting was just a little confused about how Lin Han answered the video call. It was covered by something. He answered the call so late but didn't say anything. Then he saw that the whole screen of "black" was actually moving.

After a while, a fluffy black dumpling appeared on the screen.

It stared at the sudden appearance of He Yunting, as if it was also surprised.

...It turned out that he accidentally pressed the video button while playing with Lin Han.

After knowing the cause and effect, He Yunting didn't know what to say.

After two seconds, the furry dumpling rolled back again and looked at He Yunting with its dark beady eyes.

He Yunting: "..."

Gululu: "..."

After another two seconds, seeing that He Yunting did not speak, the little guy stretched out his short paw in dissatisfaction and was about to poke the button that brought up this interface——

"...Don't hang up yet."

Mr. Admiral finally gave in to a small creature as big as his own palm.

"I'll just look at him."

Although Gululu was still a little prejudiced against He Yunting, in the end he didn't press his paw down and rolled to the other side.

The first thing I saw was the retro decoration that I was very familiar with, and the lighting was very dim.

It's his room.

It turned out that Lin Han was not just talking casually, he was really here again.

The window was opened a crack, and the wind blew in. The curtains moved slightly, but they seemed to consciously not disturb the people on the bed.

The young man fell asleep, but he seemed uneasy.

He seemed to feel insecure in his sleep. He curled up, bent his knees, and curled up slightly on the bed.

Proton Planet has a rainforest climate, so strong winds and rain are the most common weather conditions.

At this moment, the wind blew across the metal shell of m2742, carrying the smell of blood and making a whirring sound.

However, He Yunting felt that the wind at this moment was gentle.

Due to the angle, he could only see half of Lin Han's profile, but all the fatigue and tiredness dissipated one by one when he saw the other person.

He felt that Lin Han was like the wind at this moment, and every bit of love in the air was dispersed in the wind and poured into his heart.

He slept so peacefully.

Like today's aliens who originally said nothing.

The young man's brows furrowed slightly, and He Yunting even wanted to reach out and touch the virtual light screen, light-years away, to soothe the uneasiness for him.

It's just that he was so tired today, and there was too much blood on his hands.

Soon, Lin Han turned over.

So He Yunting finally saw the young man in the virtual light screen clearly.

Lin Han covered himself with soft quilt, but held something tightly in his hand. And because he grabbed it, his eyebrows finally relaxed a little.

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