714 Star Best Options (37)

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"What is going on?" He asked: "The behavior of this first generation of reformers is exactly the same as the Admiral's original behavior."

He has been responsible for the modification of that person's mecha for a long time. Some areas will be adjusted repeatedly according to personal habits in order to make the mecha harmonious as a whole.

After observing during today's trip, he found that the things that needed to be changed were basically the same.

Suna sat up straight and replied: "Because the modified person originally used his template."

"As the first generation of the 20, it can only be mass-produced when it is stable. But now the developers have encountered problems that cannot be explained in a short time. I guess the key may lie in the 2% extra in vain for brain development."

In other words, this situation is only temporary at the moment.

The old professor thought about it and said slowly: "So, Admiral Ji Lin's genetic template has changed?".

Suna looked away and curled his lips imperceptibly: "I don't rule out this possibility. Since he is my assigned spouse, I hope to know what happened to him."

"Preferably within the past two months."

This reason should be reasonable enough.

Guns and cannons fired in unison, light and heavy weapons fired at full speed, rushing towards their faces like a violent storm, and the smoke of war filled the entire star field. Many interstellar terminals were temporarily closed and all-out defense was carried out.

Places where wars are frequent are often accompanied by magnetic field and energy chaos. If not cleaned up in time, it will affect nearby life forms and induce hidden dangers of mutation.

The most common method currently used by the team is to completely blow these planetary debris into pieces and nip the dangerous factors in the cradle.

"Report to the general, the N83 mecha team has been dispatched to the front star field." The subordinate came to report.

Someone from another team hurriedly reported back the news:

"The situation on Planet No. 7085 is abnormal. Except for the injured who are unable to move, everyone else has been transferred using quantum jump bombs."

Ji Lin frowned in annoyance.

It is his duty to defend the empire and prevent alien invasion. A person can create more value while alive, just like the definition that has been entered into his mind since the day he was born.

An overly intelligent brain allows him to plan things perfectly, but if there are too many strictly implemented procedures, it will inevitably become boring.

Looking at the busy figures of his teammates, he sometimes feels confused. Even if he is involved, he cannot fully empathize with them. Team cohesion didn't hang over him, he just did what was asked of him.

Flawless and like a bystander.

Incredibly calm.

"It's over." Qi team organized the remote control to close it, left the hatch, and verified the situation truthfully.

The fleet executive officer patted the shoulder of the team member next to him and smiled stiffly: "Congratulations to everyone for your safe return. This mission has been successfully completed."

The Zerg leader has been forced to surrender, and the rioting area has been brought under control, thanks to everyone's concerted efforts.

Of course, the most important thing is to rely on the command of General Ji Lin and not be sloppy.

Then the next step is the finishing step, where it is time to decide whether the defeated race will stay or go. Those ordinary races must all be strangled according to regulations.

"Is it still the same as before?" The captain used his optical brain to contact the admiral and asked.

The empire's core technology cannot be leaked to others, and only dead people will shut up forever.

The young man stands alone, habitually prepared to answer.

He looked around lightly and stayed outside the transparent barrier, seeing the frightened and helpless expressions of those pairs of people. These emotionally depressed people are less able to express emotions normally, and the despair shown on their faces now is extremely natural.

"...How did I do it before?" He paused slightly and suddenly asked.