Mid-Autumn Festival, the earth.

The silver moonlight spread all over the floor, but everyone understood that there were no beautiful rabbits or osmanthus trees on the moon now, only cold enemy troops.

Aliens landed on Earth, and it has been spring to autumn.

Wang Yacheng was carrying a shopping bag in his hand and quickly walked through the narrow streets of the dungeon.

It was already late at night, and the dungeon was like a dead city, quiet, and there was no one on the street. With the sound of his footsteps, several figures of peeping out were sometimes revealed in the houses on both sides, like frightened birds.

Wang Yacheng almost jogged back to Wu Qiong's house. As soon as he reached out and knocked on the door, he was pulled in by a thin hand stretching out from inside.

"There is a crater in your mind, right?" The girl wearing a lip ring said this with gritted teeth, pulled Wang Yacheng's collar behind her, and looked alertly at the door, then closed the door quietly, "The top is fighting, look at who is going out in the middle of the night, you are tired of living?"

Wang Yacheng's worldview seems to have not yet matured, which leads to his extremely single attitude towards the outside world. Whether it is treating enemies or parents, it is a pattern - "I am not good at what you tell me."

He shook Wu Qiong's hand impatiently: "I'm happy, I want to go out. Why, beat me to death!"

Wu Qiong was helpless when dealing with such a person who was tireless in seeking death: "Look at it!"

Wang Yacheng's energy sinks into Dantian: "Hahahaha!"

The boy had a little sharp voice echoing in the quiet dungeon.

This is very professional. As a young lady who has not studied for many years, Wu Qiong felt it was hard to beat him. In desperation, he had to touch him.

She pinched Wang Yacheng's neck, easily suppressed the weak chicken's struggle, raised her knees and hit him on the butt, and threw him into the house with his shouting. After doing all this, Wu Qiong took a breath and pointed at Wang Yacheng: "You bastard."

Wang Yacheng was blushing and coughed violently with a thick neck.

Wu Qiong's seven-year-old brother Wu Xiaowei ran over barefoot, and Xiao Kuoya said with a leaky air: "Don't fight!"

Wu Qiong glanced at his younger brother, looked calm, and left without saying a word. Wang Yacheng calmed down his cough, reached out and pulled his half-length head curtain, and waved to Wu Xiaowei like a dog: "Go leftover brother, come here."

Wu Xiaowei opened his mouth and thought for a long time before he realized that his sister was scolded. He shook his head and tail and ran over, and said happily: "Hehehe, then my sister is a dog leftover."

Wang Yacheng suspected that the child had some problems with his brain. He looked disgusted and used his two fingers to pick up a small box of mooncakes that looked very cheap from the shopping bag and threw it to Wu Xiaowei: "Get it."

Wu Xiaowei ran away happily.

Wang Yacheng silently moved his head and neck, walked into the kitchen, opened the empty refrigerator, and half-squatted down, as if doing a very serious and important task, and opened the expired prompt code on the food one by one.

"Ding--Your food has expired for two days, so it is recommended not to eat too much."

"Beep--Your food has expired for a week, so it is recommended not to eat it."

"Ding--Your food has expired for twelve days, and the bacterial content exceeds the standard, please do not eat it."

“Beep—your food has expired…”

While listening to the expired prompt, the boy took out the expired food from the shopping bag and placed it neatly in the safe in the refrigerator.

Food has started to rise in prices, and it has only been half a year since the humans invaded the atmosphere in his galaxy.

Reliable jobs are becoming increasingly difficult to find, especially those who rely on "missing" to live, such as Wang Yacheng and Wu Qiong. In difficult times, the government should allocate funds, and the grain reserves of various countries can cope with for a while.

But there is no way, the high war costs almost drag down the finances of various countries. If this is nothing, then the more terrifying thing is the interstellar pirates.

In order to break through the Earth coalition fortress in order to advance the east and west, humans in his galaxy led wolves into the house. The pirate group could not survive in the atmosphere for a long time. Their hobby was not to compete for territory with humans in his galaxy, but to rob.

An unparalleled planet, an unparalleled ecological accumulation, and an unparalleled level of economic development.

This is a piece of fat that makes the interstellar pirates flock to.

Even when Fu Luo was captured by his galaxy ship, the other party politely gave her a meal. Because a single carbon-based creature that lost its weapons and equipment was like an ant in the center of a storm in the universe, there were unique moral rules between the stars, such as not touching non-armed personnel, not abusing prisoners, etc.

But pirates are different. They don’t talk about morality, and they don’t know what the hell is “human rights”. They are just an extremely huge messing stick, and sabotage is the only full-time skill.

They added all kinds of blows to the earth's collapsed economy.

The number of urban poor people has soared, and armed guards have been placed at the entrances of regular supermarkets to prevent looting. The survival needs of these people have also given rise to some illegal vendors who have purchased expired food from regular supermarkets at low prices and then sold them to the dungeons for sale.

Expired poor quality food fills the market and the lives of the poor.

On this day, the only thing that Wang Yacheng bought that had not expired was the box of mooncakes that he threw to Wu Xiaowei.

After eating the mooncake, Wu Xiaowei ran over carefreely. When he heard the movement, he pointed to the refrigerator door inexplicably and said, "It's expired."

Wang Yacheng: "Yes."

Wu Xiaowei was very serious: "Expiration means not being able to eat. There are bacteria inside. After eating, they get sick and die if they get sick."

Wang Yacheng replied coldly: "I can't die."

Wu Xiaowei: "Our teacher said..."

Wang Yacheng suddenly threw everything in his hand to the ground and roared at Wu Xiaowei as if it were thunderous: "Your teacher is so stupid! You're so stupid!"

Wu Xiaowei was shocked.

The boy and the boy stood in the kitchen with wide eyes. At this moment, an ominous roar suddenly came from outside the window. Wang Yacheng suddenly woke up, picked up Wu Xiaowei, pressed his head tightly in his arms, and hid in the refrigerator quickly. A strong light came in from outside the window. The sound of the mecha flying near the ground was harsh and terrifying.

Wang Yacheng carefully stretched his head and glanced at him. He was very poor in studying but had good vision. From this angle, he could see the hideous monster avatar on the strange-shaped mecha.

Wu Xiaowei struggled and made a slight whimper.

"Don't make a sound." Wang Yacheng yelled in a low voice, "I'll throw you out and feed the aliens again."

I saw the mechas near the ground hovering for a few times, as if a cat was playing with prey. After looking at the mouth from the nǎ, Wang Yacheng was so nervous that his palms were sweaty. Suddenly, the huge steel monster suddenly turned around in the air and crashed straight into their building.

It's over!

The melee king with small battleship defense capabilities will break the entire building from the middle, and no one can survive at that time.

Wang Yacheng carried Wu Xiaowei's back neck and shouted at the girl in another room in a huge noise: "Wu Qiong! Run! Run!"

Wu Xiaowei's calf was accidentally hit on the corner of the table by him, and the ignorant little boy cried out in a "wow".

The light behind it is getting stronger and stronger.

In that moment, Wang Yacheng suddenly felt very calm. After half a year, the explosion of the Academy of Space Sciences still appeared in his nightmare at regular intervals every day.

When the bomb fell, there was such a strong light. What did Wang Yi think at that time?

A loud noise came from outside the window behind him. Wang Yacheng bent his waist and protected Wu Xiaowei with his arms. Looking at the little boy who was snot and tears, he thought coldly: "We're almost finished playing together, little idiot."

Wu Qiong rushed in with a look of panic. The glass window behind Wang Yacheng broke into a pile of slag, splashing on the boy's naked/exposed neck, stinging.

Wait...sting?

Wang Yacheng turned around in surprise and saw another near-ground mecha emerge from somewhere, blocking the front of the residential building. The two mechas collided together, and the huge shock wave shattered a piece of glass.

Wang Yacheng pushed Wu Xiaowei hard and sent him to Wu Qiong's arms. He ran to the windowsill desperately and looked around the empty window frame.

He saw a conspicuous national flag at the tail of the mecha that suddenly rushed out.

After the United Nations signed the peace treaty, countries concentrated on destroying near-East mechas. Although they each kept it secretly, they had already declined and were incomparable to the equipment of alien pirates.

The pirate's mecha head was knocked a little tilted, but the military's fuselage had been sunken halfway and fell straight to the ground.

There seemed to be something wrong with the pirate's balancer. It was shaking when flying against the ground. It stumbled for a while, smashed two street lights, and then fired a laser cannon on the falling mecha like anger, and then drove away unwillingly.

The dust is rising everywhere.

Wang Yacheng turned around and ran away. Wu Qiong couldn't hold it back and shouted at the boy's back: "I'll die, bastard!"

Wang Yacheng ran downstairs in one breath, gasping for breath, looking at the near-ground mechas that were rotten in front of him. He suddenly wanted to roar in his chest, but his mind was buzzing, but he couldn't make a sound.

At this time, the seriously damaged mecha ejected the driver with the last bit of power.

The body of a veteran whose head was blown off half fell to the boy.

The body of the veteran Wang Yacheng was curled up like a stiff shrimp, with a little gray hair on his bloody head.

The boy stood in a stalemate for a long time and suddenly ran along the cramped and lifeless streets of the dungeon.

He didn't know how far he ran out in one breath, and turned into a dirtier and narrower aisle, which could only allow a slim figure to pass through. At the end of the aisle, there was a dilapidated hotel with the doors in silence.

Wang Yacheng slapped the door vigorously, and several families around him were awakened by his movements, and they turned on the dim lights to look out.

After a while, the door was broken and opened with a "creak". A middle-aged fat woman in pajamas and a cold-faced look looked at him through the crack of the door, stretched out her hand without saying a word, pulled the boy like a chicken in, and then slapped the door with a "bang".

The fat woman's cheeks drooped, forming deep nasolabial folds. At first glance, she looked like a shappy dog ​​that was not easy to mess with.

She pulled Wang Yacheng all the way, then threw him on the broken wooden chair, threw him a household medicine box, and cursed: "Little bastard, I think you are too old."

Wang Yacheng sat on the chair and looked at her for a moment, showing an expression of whether to cry or not.

Fat woman: "If you dare to die, I will beat you to death."

"Aunt Chun," Wang Yacheng suddenly said hoarsely, "I want to join you, I have decided, I will join, you have to accept me!"

Mid-Autumn Festival, space.

Fu Luo, who was changing shifts, walked back to the command room of the medium-sized ship hungryly, took the compressed food handed to her by Yang Ning, and started gnawing.

Yang Ning: "The three teams report their respective situations."

Fu Luo heard the voices of comrades from the communicator from the other two fleets sent out for reinforcements.

"The first detachment is operating normally, the launch monitor is operating well, and no enemy traces are found within the range of ten range units, and they are currently invisible."

"The second detachment is running normally..."

Yang Ning looked up at Fu Luo. Fu Luo quickly swallowed the things in his mouth, and was choked to death. He squeezed out his voice with difficulty and said, "The Third Detachment is the same as the one."

Yang Ning laughed: "You can save trouble."

He raised his wrist and glanced at the watch, and suddenly ordered: "All personnel will pause, be alert, and stand by on time."

Fu Luo held the biscuit in his mouth and looked at him for no reason.

"One hour after Mid-Autumn Festival, the signal has been on. Everyone hurry up and try to make a long story short. The system is unstable and may be intermittent. Don't worry." Yang Ning looked at Fu Luo who was stunned, "What are you still standing there? I can lend it to you first without a cell phone."

Fu Luo jumped up suddenly, gave Yang Ning a messy gift, and ran away.

Yang Ning looked at her rash back with a smile, and suddenly remembered the casual graduate she saw at the door of "Golden Standard" on the first day. She was scolded indifferently while walking. Her behavior of "a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water" was simply the most unique way of acting spoiled by him.

Yang Ning picked up his private phone that had already shown the signal, and he was stunned for a while at the dull and boring desktop of the system, then put it back in place, turned on the reader, and went to work.
Chapter completed!