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The trance was only for a moment, and when Langton came back to his senses, he found that Yang He was still watching him.

"Come on, I'll take you to the main control room."

He followed Yang He across the long overpass and walked into the front hall of the main control building. The marble floor was polished and thin, and the guide's voice sounded without emotion: "I'll give you the entry permission, Qianwei Station There are many security measures, don't run around, in case you are electrocuted or poisoned by the security system, the 'tower' can only collect the corpse for you."

Yang He led him to the instrument: "Give me your hand first."

Langton reached out subconsciously, thinking that he was going to record his fingerprints. As a result, Yang He bit his fingertips with sharp teeth.

The fingers were wrapped in the soft mouth, and as soon as Langton lowered his head, he saw Yang He's curled eyelashes, casting a curved shadow on the eyelids.Yang He took out a tissue to dry the area around the wound, and then squeezed Langton's blood into the blood sample port of the instrument.

The brigadier general laughed for a moment: "Senior, I really can't stand you being so rude to me."

Yang He made his own answer with a straight face: "I'm avenging my own private revenge. I've wanted to bite you to bleed a long time ago. Lower your head and record your irises."

Langton slammed his forehead heavily on the metal case of the instrument, waiting for the instrument to respond and record the time, the major snorted lightly, and walked to his office before he finished recording the irises.

Yang He came in a hurry, recorded all the security permissions of the Qianwei station for Lanton, and then led him into the station master's office.

Seeing that their immediate boss had left, everyone in the room raised their heads and looked in the direction of the office.The affairs of Qianwei Station are lengthy and complicated, and it's really hard to vent if you don't want to gossip.Their eyes were vicious, and they naturally discovered the clues.

A civilian girl said: "The station master is so fierce today, have you seen that when the blood sample is taken, the station master just bites it."

"The brigadier general is probably the officer who came to inspect. Is it really okay for the station master to do this?"

"What do you know?" The secretary girl smiled mysteriously, "The station master met an acquaintance and was flirting. It's nothing to take a bite. It's just fun. Didn't you see that the brigadier general is still smiling happily?" Are you smirking?"

The secretary girl stood up, performed her duties, took two glasses of warm water with a glass, and sent them into the office.

Different from the imaginary thunderstorm, death and lingering, the secretary girl thought that she might not even be able to knock on the door, but after entering, she found that Yang He had already sat behind the desk and started to read documents and write reports. The brigadier general leaned on the reception sofa, with a big horse, and tilted his head to look at Yang He who was working.

What an affectionate gaze... Miss Secretary put the glass on the tea table in front of Langton, and then she heard the brigadier general say softly: "Miss, you have good eyesight, did you really look dumb when I smirked just now? "

The girl secretary shook her hands, she truly experienced the five senses of what is called a top sentinel.God knows, she deliberately waited for the door to be closed before she spoke in a low voice, but the brigadier general still overheard her.

What level of sentinel is this?!

The secretary girl blushed and left. After bullying the girl, Langton was bored, so he summoned his spiritual body Goshawk. This bird of prey, which has always been powerful, thought it could bully other spiritual bodies to play with, but there was nothing .

The belligerent eagle could only be pitiful, without even a place to stay. It raised its head and stepped on Lang Dun's body for a while, and finally couldn't help but landed on Yang He's desk.

The mental body can best reflect the state of the master. Yang He saw that the goshawk was so sticky to him, and looked like he wanted to rub his ears with him, so he tapped the table with his pen.

"Commander, can you put your bird away? How long have you not fed it?"

Lan Dun lazily said: "Just release your mental body to play with it for a while."

Yang He said coldly: "Why should my mental body play with this bird like you? You were beaten enough just now, right?"

Who are these people?Can it be taken for granted that it is shameless?

Yang He thought for a while and made a compromise. As soon as the arctic fox appeared, it turned its head and burrowed towards Yang He. With the dynamic vision of the goshawk, it quickly noticed the little guy, and it flapped its wings and chased after it.

The arctic fox sticks to the bookcase and the corner of the wall to dodge. The goshawk has a big body and chases after it ups and downs. It often overtakes it while flying. When I look around, the arctic fox has already turned around and ran away. up.

One fox and one eagle had a good time. Landon watched the spirit body of the two running and chasing, his eyes narrowed slightly, and suddenly his heart moved: "Senior, do you want me to chase you?"

Yang He slapped the reporter's hand for a moment: "You think too much, I was thinking that you are going to leave soon, but it's just a matter of a few days, to make you happy, and then send you away, from now on You will be your brigadier general, and I will be my station master. In this way, I can live comfortably, so why not do it?"

Lan Dun froze on the spot. He thought carefully about what Yang He said. It should be said that this was the longest sentence Yang He said to him since they met.

Although this passage made his heart bloody, but only the truth can hurt people like this.

Yang He signed the short report with a stylus and sent it to his chief. From his point of view, Langton's short tea-brown hair, dark gray eyes, and high nose bridge, could it be his picture? Face, fascinated by the former self.Yang He looked down at his watch, then stood up and walked out.

The arctic fox was summoned and walked forward together, sticking to Yang He's military boots. The goshawk wanted to chase it, but opened its sharp claws to catch it.Yang He didn't turn his head back, the invisible tentacles of thinking intertwined upwards, and with just one blow, the goshawk was pulled away a few meters away!

The goshawk was beaten, flapped its wings on the spot in fear, turned its head and honked at its sentinel a few times.

Lan Dun's eyes were heavy, he didn't know what he was thinking, and he said after a while, "Let's go."

After being beaten in the high-dimensional space, both Langton and Goshawk became much more honest. The arctic fox proudly bared its teeth at Goshawk, and happily stayed by Yang He's side.

Langton followed Yang He on the reconnaissance plane and patrolled the night in the satellite orbit. In order to expand the range of perception, Yang He put on a metal helmet, which was connected to countless fine wires. On the other end, the probe with ink The needle began to slide on the white paper, recording a long series of complicated curves and planes.

"How far can you perceive with this?"

"It's not far, only a dozen kilometers. You can understand the three-dimensional star map, right? I didn't bring an assistant with me today. You stay there to see if there are any enemies. Go."

Now in Yang He's spiritual world, everything has become concrete lines and planes, the tentacles of thinking push aside meteorites, bypass floating space junk, until...

The instrument suddenly issued a sharp alarm. Yang He felt that his thinking tentacles had been intercepted. The other party probably had a guide. He broke free from the entanglement of the other party's thinking tentacles, and because of his excessive concentration, his hands spasmed slightly on the armrests of the chair.

Seeing that Lanton was not feeling well, he quickly took off the helmet for him. Yang He's face was covered with sweat, his lips were pale, and his vision was slightly distracted. He looked at a crumpled white paper in Lanton's hand.

"It's the enemy fleet, the number is 150-180 ships. I have already sent the news to the vanguard station. Let's return to the voyage. I thought it was a drill with those sentinels, but it turned out to be an actual battle."

Langton injected all the energy into the drive system of the airship. Due to the adjustment of energy distribution, the lights in the reconnaissance cabin suddenly dimmed, but it was barely able to illuminate.

The warships behind were chasing after them. When they reached the vanguard station, dozens of counterattack missiles passed the reconnaissance plane where Yang He was on, and suddenly exploded behind them, blowing up the enemy vanguard ship that was chasing after them. into pieces.

Huge bomb fragments and wreckage from enemy ships slammed onto the surface, causing strong tremors on the underground apron.After stopping on the underground apron, Yang He moved quickly, quickly pasted two pieces of electromagnetic poles on his temples, pulled on the one-piece combat uniform, and assembled forward.

When they arrived, the captain of the sentinel was lecturing: "Although there are many enemy troops, they are still far behind us. We are a 'thousand-level' avant-garde station, with more than a thousand permanent warships. Don't talk nonsense, beat them up!" Back off."

The sentinel saw that Yang He had arrived, and asked routinely: "Are you in good health today? Can you get on the computer?"

Yang He nodded: "Yes, I have to be responsible for their safety. Let me introduce you. The man next to me is Brigadier General Langton from the capital, a master of landing warfare. Ask him if he is willing to cooperate with you in combat. If yes, You give him a guide."

In fact, Langton really wanted Yang He to accompany him, he wanted Yang He to be his personal guide, but Yang He seemed to have a mission and was in a hurry, so he couldn't force it, so he nodded and agreed.

The sentry chief didn't say much to him: "There are Type 1 and Type 2 fighters in the vanguard station. Type 1 is heavy maneuverable and Type 2 is heavy firepower. Let's go. This time we have to completely give up the sentry of the Woking Federation here." Pull it out, their gang of lackeys of the empire are annoying to death..."

Yang He has long since disappeared, and an arranged guide has already come running not far away: "Sir! Major Mo Lin is here to report!"

Maureen was facing Upper Langton, the brigadier general's pheromones were so ferocious that almost immediately, a suspicious blush crept up the major's guide's cheeks.

"Sorry." Langton apologized to the young major, and turned to the sentinel commander, "Do you have a special wizard?"

The sentinel had an expression of "I understand". He watched Langton take the medicine box and swallowed four pills dryly, "Okay! Let's go!"

It didn't take long for Langton to realize that something was wrong with the guides he had been provisionally assigned to him.

Not only was his eyes hot, but he could also faintly feel the other party's careful thinking. In this way, it was necessary for Langton to mention him a few words.

Mo Lin was still immersed in the excitement of "encountering a male god", when he heard the brigadier general ask him: "I will go to the battlefield later, I will either live or die, what are you doing with such a shy face? Do you want me to give you an injection?" Inhibitor?"

Mo Lin hurriedly said: "No, no need, Brigadier General, I..."

Langton had already grasped his wrist and pushed a shot of inhibitor into it.

He threw away the simple injection: "You don't have to feel embarrassed, I'm an S-level sentry, you should be one of the best guides in this base, and it's normal to respond to my pheromone. You just need to understand my consciousness cloud It is enough to appease and moderately stimulate, I will tend to focus on the 'visual' aspect, and just pay attention to twisting."

Mo Lin replied: "Yes! Sir!"

Langton pressed the switch of the main energy source, and the fighter plane took off. He set up the automatic avoidance system on the battlefield, and said indifferently to the temporary paired guide: "Buckle your seat belt, we're leaving."

In the inertial tremor when the fighter plane took off, Langton couldn't help but desert for a few seconds. He only felt very sorry that the guide he was rare now, his Yang He, was so cold and ruthless to him.

On the other hand, Mo Lin was thinking differently.

Langton's voice was so indifferent, but Mo Lin felt that his body was numb all the way to his heels.

What he met was Langton, and he unexpectedly ran into this newly promoted brigadier-general, an elite sentinel, on the federal border!

I was lucky enough to have the opportunity to fight with Langton in a fighter plane!