The expedition fleet has withdrawn from the Dark Spirit Nest and is about to enter the space where the human spiritual door is located.
Among them, in the loading bay of the "Whale-class" transport and supply ship code-named AGc3337, a "Peregrine-class" special service ship, code-named oAG, was parked quietly in the corner.
Different from the "stacked Arhat" when preparing for war, the normal gravity environment has returned to the loading bay at this moment, and it is almost fully loaded. Battleships of large and small sizes are taking advantage of every opportunity, with mixed numbers. Many ships have suffered serious battle damage and are no longer able to take off. oAG is even more miserable. The pulse thruster completely disappeared, the hull was scorched black, and the phaser cannon array on the belly was like a flattened piece of plasticine.
There was a big hole in the cockpit on the bridge, and the cabin was dark. The carrier cabin in the belly of the aircraft was still intact, with weak lights coming from several small lookout windows.
Only two backup light sources were turned on in the cabin. Tao Yiran, Li Xing, and Tie Zhui sat side by side on the floor. The three of them were in a daze, with expressions carved out of the same mold.
After an unknown amount of time, Li Xing swallowed and asked, "Do you have anything to drink?"
Hammer shook his head.
"What about you, Tao Yiran?"
"I don't want to drink," Tao Yiran hugged his knees and curled up even tighter, thinking about the battle to raid the Terranza home planet again.
With the cooperation of the "ghosts", they marched straight in and carried out devastating air strikes on the designated areas. In many areas, there were still a large number of Terranza civilians who had not yet retreated. She witnessed countless lives evaporating in the attack of phase weapons, and the gorgeous city was covered with debris. Collapse, the ground melts, and those beautiful things are destroyed in an instant.
As the oAG commander, she executed the attack orders meticulously and successfully survived the enemy's counterattack. At that time, she was like a cold machine until she completed the last task and was towed back to the supply ship, feeling relaxed When she came down, she realized what she had done.
Tao Yiran didn't understand why Emperor Mass would lead the war to his homeland. Is the throne more important than his homeland?
Are these people who control weapons and fire on civilians heroes fighting for justice, or despicable invaders?
If she died in battle, would her name be qualified to be engraved on the hero monument in Qishan City, alongside those heroes who died in battle defending their homeland and resisting the invasion of goblins?
She really wanted to ask Lao Qin, who taught "Introduction to Combat", or other veterans about these questions. Unfortunately, from the moment the war ended, oAG became a special cell.
Tao Yiran raised his eyes and saw that the only prisoner was held up in the air by a strange-looking shelf. His whole body was covered with some kind of metal, as if he was wearing a piece of heavy armor. The "helmet" was even more exaggerated and huge.
In fact, inside the shell was a Terencean, slender and beautiful, no less beautiful than the Prince of Mass who attended the opening ceremony of humanity. The reason why she knew this was because this person was captured by the three of them.
At that time, the Terranza people's counterattack was extremely fierce. The human fleet was in a critical situation and had already begun to retreat. The order to carry out the capture mission was personally issued by the commander of the expeditionary force, General Bolsh. Afterwards, no one was strictly prohibited from approaching oAG, and the three of them were not allowed. From the beginning to the end, they only saw two robots with shelves and metal casings installed.
Such strict guarding and not even daring to move is enough to prove the special status of the prisoner.
The three of them also discussed the identity of this Terranza man during the meal. Li Xing said that he couldn't figure it out, but his eyes and inadvertent movements suggested that he might be the heir of Prince Angsa.
It was such a terrible guess that they stopped there and no one brought up the subject again.
Tao Yiran stared at the huge helmet, and suddenly a thought came to his mind: I wonder if the Terrans in the iron shell have woken up?
If he wakes up, what is he thinking about?
... He must not have woken up, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to stay motionless for so many days. He should have at least struggled a bit.
Suddenly, a strange sound sounded, rustling, like someone scratching the iron door with their nails from far away.
Are the Terrans awake?
Tao Yiran shrank back suddenly and turned around to warn Li Xing and Tie Zhui, but found that they were both looking towards the entrance of the carrier cabin.
"Someone has boarded the ship," Li Xing's mouth twitched.
Iron Hammer looked very nervous and whispered: "There seem to be three people."
Boarding?
Tao Yiran realized that the rustling sound was the noise of the emergency power supply of the main cabin door being activated.
Soon, the sound of heavy footsteps was heard, and the opponent was obviously wearing standard military boots.
For some reason, she began to get nervous. When the hatch opened, she was even ready to receive the gun. However, among the three people who appeared in front of her, there were two big shots that she had never dreamed of - Robben. General and General Sorge, the remaining person was wearing the windbreaker of the Lower City agent, the brim of the round hat was pushed down so low that only the scarred and hideous chin could be seen.
"You can disembark now," General Robben said with a gentle smile.
"yes."
Tao Yiran stood at attention and raised his hands to salute the two commanders, and then walked out of the hatch with Li Xing and Tie Zhui. The three of them did not dare to look back or make any eye contact until they disembarked, and were then taken away separately.
First, he signed a lot of confidentiality agreements, and then went through a comprehensive physical examination and a boring psychological evaluation. Tao Yiran gradually became numb, like parts undergoing quality inspection on the assembly line, from one ship to another, from one room to another. Another room, so that when she finally entered the command hall of the "Crane Camel" mothership, it took her several minutes to realize what had happened.
Because she was the most outstanding among the cadets of the Central Military Academy who participated in expeditionary operations, she was personally recommended by General Bolsh to participate in the triumphal ceremony as a representative of the new recruits. The first item of the ceremony was for her to temporarily act as the captain, manually control the "Hetuo" mothership, and lead the entire fleet into Qishan Port.
The command hall was buzzing with people, and everyone’s faces were filled with excitement.
Tao Yiran had never operated a giant ship of this level. Fortunately, instructor Tan, who taught ship and aircraft operations, had arrived from the military academy and was with him throughout the entire process.
As orders were issued one after another, all systems of the "Hetuo" were ready. She sat on the captain's chair and gently held the main thruster control lever.
The thick metal crossbar felt warm when she held it. She suddenly remembered that one afternoon four years ago, she and Dou Ming went to Dongjiang Port to hang out. At the submarine dock, she carelessly rubbed the railing and chatted with Dou Ming. That railing was Such a feel.
Instructor Tan's voice rang in my ears, with a relaxed smile: "Tao Yiran, this is a rare opportunity. Remember to carefully feel the damping of the propulsion rod."
Tao Yiran nodded, straightened his back, and looked forward.
As the docking order came, the hall became silent. She took a deep breath and said in a slightly trembling voice: "Qishan Port, I am Tao Yiran, the captain of the Hetuo. Our army has completed its combat mission. Please dock. port."
"This is Qishan Port," a slightly choked voice sounded in the communication, paused, and then said in an affectionate tone, "Heroes, welcome home."
next moment.
Cheers flooded the hall, and everyone present had tears in their eyes, regretting all the bloodshed and sacrifices, regretting all the sorrow, and rising up for mankind.
At the same time, thousands of people gathered in dozens of light curtains in different places to watch the triumphal ceremony. At this moment, they raised their arms and shouted for the triumphant heroes.
Tao Yiran pushed the control rod forward bit by bit, feeling that he had become one with this 30-million-ton behemoth, and slowly fell into the embrace of his homeland. However, when the advancement was completed, the surrounding crew members stood up one after another. Joining the crowd toasting and reveling, she still sat there, feeling lost in her heart.
At this time, Tie Zhui squeezed over from nowhere, stuffed two things into her hands, and then leaned into her ear and said, "Li Xing got it. He said you might need this at this time."
Tao Yiran looked down and saw that it was a communication bracelet and earphones.
"It can be brought back to Earth," Iron Hammer squeezed her hand, "and the Lower City."
Xiacheng District?
Tao Yiran was stunned for a moment, then immediately woke up the bracelet and entered a string of familiar characters in the ID column. However, when his finger moved to the "initiate communication" position, he stopped.
She bit her lip, her breathing became rapid, and a voice deep in her heart murmured, "Dou Ming, I'm so tired, I miss you so much." At the same time, another voice felt aggrieved and sad, "Dou Ming, do you know? , several times I thought I was going to die, but you were not by my side."
At this moment of celebration, among the people toasting and laughing, under the shadow of the lights, Tao Yiran lowered her head, shook her shoulders, and sobbed silently. The hammer on the side patted her shoulders gently, muttering something in her mouth. "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."
Suddenly, there was neat applause from all around. Tao Yiran looked up and found that everyone was looking over with smiles on their faces.
"Ahem," Tie Hui hurriedly stood in front of her, put his hand behind his back and secretly pulled off her arm, his voice coming out from between his teeth, "I'm shooting you."
Only then did Tao Yiran notice a photography drone hovering diagonally above, with the lens facing her.
She hurriedly wiped her face, put the bracelet in her pocket, and stumbled to stand up. Just when she was at a loss and almost losing control of her expression, a man appeared next to her and gently supported her back.
Tao Yiran subconsciously turned his head and saw Li Xing's side face.
The guy fighting alongside her looked as if nothing had happened and began to speak seriously to the camera, his eyes flashing.
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Zhongjingxiacheng District.
The sky is simulating a dark night, Kabukicho Ichiban Street is bustling with activity, and the nightlife has just begun. Men and women are walking shoulder to shoulder, walking through the gorgeous light and shadow.
Music, advertisements and engine sounds intertwined, the vapor mixed with hallucinogens blurred the vision, the crowd was noisy and chaotic, gang members swarmed through the city, swaggering, tobacco burning between their fingers.
At this time, on the congested main road in front of Ichiban Street, two Order Bureau patrol boats roared in with piercing sirens. Vehicles and pontoons gave way one after another. On both sides of the street, countless passers-by stopped and looked sideways, only to see the patrol boats clearing the way. Following behind was a retro car that was a replica of the 1975 Lincoln continental town car, with the emblem of spades prominently displayed on the front of the car.
In the back seat of the car, Dou Ming looked away from the window and pulled the collar of his shirt to loosen his neck. Today was his big day, so he had to dress more formally, but the suit that Levi sent It feels a little tight.
Buzz.
The bracelet vibrated.
Dou Ming lowered his head suddenly and touched the bracelet. The holographic light screen popped up and displayed a message: "Baby, I'm waiting for you in Room 7415 of 'Dragon Palace'." The message was also accompanied by an image, in which a girl without a single strand of hair posed. Sultry pose.
He deleted the message with a disappointed look on his face and blocked the other party's ID.
There are more and more girls like this recently. I don’t know where they got his ID, and they keep sending random messages, and they can’t stop blocking them.
He glanced out the window, opened the address book again, and stared at the name at the top. He somehow felt that the name would light up in the next second, and a girl said in a smiling voice, "Hey, long time no see, how are you doing?" ".
However, more than ten minutes passed and the bracelet did not ring.
Dou Ming turned off the holographic light screen, lowered his eyes, sniffed slightly, and looked around him boredly.
Sitting in the back row with him was Fanzhi, the director from the uptown area, who was wiping the blood on his hands with a towel.
He found that Fan Zhi wiped it with great force. Unfortunately, the blood had dried long ago and the towel could not wipe it off at all. It only made the skin red.
Before getting on the bus, Fanzhi had just gone on a mission and visited a riot gang's stronghold, during which he executed several people with his own hands. It was said that there were also women and children inside.
Seeing Fan Zhi wiping his hands like an obsessive-compulsive disorder, Dou Ming really couldn't understand why this Shangcheng man still stayed in the gang since he didn't like killing people.
He thought for a moment and said, "It can't be wiped off."
"Yes," Fanzhi stopped and said with a dry voice, "Once your hands are stained with blood, you will always..."
"It can be washed off with soap."
"..." Fanzhi was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly, "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
The car drove onto the viaduct and passed a building. The "Triumph Ceremony of the Expeditionary Force" was playing on the huge screen on the facade.
Dou Ming lowered the window and a girl appeared on the screen.
The girl was interviewed as a recruit representative and temporary captain. She was wearing a brand new uniform and looked beautiful and capable. Whenever someone asked a question, the girl would raise her eyebrows and listen carefully, with sincere eyes and a gentle smile.
"These two people have a sense of fate," Fan Zhi's voice came.
Only then did Dou Ming notice that there was a man next to the girl, also wearing a military uniform, who was looking at her intently while she was talking.
"What is a sense of destiny?"
"In a movie, when the male and female protagonists appear, you can clearly predict that their lives will be bound to each other until the story ends in love or death, fate."
Dou Ming looked away from the big screen and smiled at Fanzhi.
Half an hour later, the car stopped at the door of the newly opened nightclub owned by "Zhongjing Resources Company". This nightclub is of amazing size. It is adjacent to the Order Bureau and across the lake from the New Order Joint Conference Building. It is also the headquarters of "Spade" .
Someone outside opened the car door, and someone stretched out their arms to carefully block the door frame. Dou Ming got out of the car slowly, and before closing the door, he threw the bracelet back into the car, and then surrounded by dozens of spades gunmen. Step into the world of luxury and luxury.
The spotlights were dazzling in the darkness, the air was filled with vapor mixed with hallucinogens, and the electronic music was deafening.
Accompanied by gangsta rap with extremely aggressive voices, countless figures swayed to the rhythm.
“...bad bitches shaking ass and they always show me love (those chicks are flirting with me, they want to get my attention)
…
A 100 shooters in this bitch, Niggas strapped and suited up (More than 100 shooters are fully armed and waiting to give orders)
…
we got bottles, bags and bitches in our (in our territory, money, beauty, and bitches are all available)
Imma keep it gayer everyday
we gon leave em wet around this bitch, my boys spray
…
Now back to this real shit, All my boys peal shit
big ass fucking choppas, bring these glocks to your mamma
Like a kill switch
hunting down this opps from 12 to 12 (we went in and out of the alley all night to hunt down the remaining enemies)
…”
Dou Ming passed by the dance floor, and the spades gunmen who protected him violently pushed away all the people and things in the way. More and more people noticed him, and some people began to shout "King", expressing his infamy in the entire underground world. Obviously, the "Pluto" who made people cringe just by mentioning his name paid tribute. Soon, more and more voices joined in the shouting.
"King! King! King..."
Amidst the shouts of mountains and tsunamis, Dou Ming walked into the private room in the corner. The moment the door closed, the world became quiet.
Then, he walked alone through a hidden door, along a dim secret passage, and walked into another room.
The room was dimly lit and filled with smoke.
Dozens of figures were sitting or standing, silent. They were the leaders of the Spade's Zhongjing branch. Also present was Lawrence, who had left the earth since K and was in charge of the global affairs of the Spade.
"Everyone," Lawrence's deep voice sounded faintly, "from today on, everyone here is fooling with him."
Dou Ming took the Ace of Spades made of pure gold from Lawrence, looked around and said calmly: "My name is Dou Ming. When I first joined the Spades, Brother Liwei told me something, and now I will tell you this." .”
"Life and death are destiny, wealth is in heaven."
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Capital Yujing, Tiangong Imperial City.
In the main hall deep inside the imperial palace, there is a small golden statue placed in the center of the ground. It can barely be seen as a "human figure" common in carbon-based civilizations. It sits cross-legged with its hands on both knees, its head drooped, and its posture is sluggish. As if frozen in the moment of death.
The head of the statue is covered with traces of age erosion, the face is even blurry, and the back of the head seems to have a bun tied crookedly.
"Is this the remains of Master Yuanshi?"
Harlan Potter still maintained his "human form", with a big belly, wearing a small round hat and a gray-white blouse. His arms were wrapped with dragon ropes, and the huge black rope buttons almost hung to the ground.
Lord Makosik looked like a holy knight attending a private party at this moment, rather than a magician who had just been chosen by the gods to be a demigod.
"Be careful with your words, Harlan Potter." There was a bead curtain hanging in the depths of the hall, and two huge figures sat behind it. One of them said in a slightly unfamiliar Titan language, "'Butterfly tiles and tiles' It’s the ‘Tao’.”
Harlan Potter didn't take it seriously, but walked closer, leaned over to look at the statue, and said in a casual tone: "I have never figured out, in what language is the pronunciation of 'Butterfly Saint Wakuding'?"
There was no response from deep inside the hall.
"The Primordial Master is a great being," Harlan Potter smiled, stretched out his finger, and casually tapped the head of the statue, "It's a pity that in that barren era, the gods had just broken free from the eternal torrent, and their souls The creatures in this world are stupid and blind, and he...is really lonely."
"That's enough," another figure spoke from behind the bead curtain. The voice seemed to come from the bathroom with the door closed. It was empty, dull, and unclear.
"Tsk~" Harlan Potter laughed contemptuously, "The Primordial Master is so great that all magicians can only rely on his remains and relics to understand the three pillars. Oh, you call that 'cupping the top' , caress the top, ho ho, what a humble word, so you are destined to be just slaves, including Haotian. Once you lose the protection of your master, you will be weak. "
"Harlan Potter, where is your master?" asked a dull voice.
"Emperor Hunyuan, don't you understand? There is never any master, hahaha..." Harlan Potter laughed heartily, and then tapped his fingertips on the remains of the Master Yuanshi again.
The next moment, the golden statue collapsed and shattered, replaced by a cone of mist.
"I am the Lord of the Void."
Before he finished speaking, deep in the hall, the two huge figures behind the bead curtain began to expand and twist, and became silent again.
Harlan Potter closed his eyes, spread his hands, and murmured: "Don't worry, the show is about to begin."
