Saturn Fortress.

Fu Luo fled from Yang Ning's ward with ridicule from the whole world.

She was full of sue, feeling at a loss, thinking that she should go to a tree hole to talk to.

So Fu Luo first thought of the quarantine officer Jialing. Sister Jialing invited her to eat a bowl of hand-made butter. It is said that it was a new test item for the quarantine officer. The test item was not completely successful, and it was sweet and greasy. It kept the little white mouse Fu Luo from her mouth to her brain, making her heart and vicious.

She didn't get the chance to talk from beginning to end, so she had to silently return to her place to drink cold water so that she could not swallow the cream that was blocked in her chest.

The second thought of Ye Wenlin, but before she could speak, Ye Wenlin smiled indiscriminately when she saw her frowning expression.

Fu Luo asked muffled: "Why are you laughing at?"

Ye Wenlin said happily: "I don't know either, but I'm very happy to see you looking very miserable. You said this is inexplicable."

Fu Luo understood it - the reason why he heard that cold jokes often start with "Xiao Ming" is that some people with low laughter laughed when they heard the word "Xiao Ming". For Ye Wenlin, she herself was probably the "Xiao Ming".

She wanted to shoot Ye on the head with one shot, but she remembered that there was only such a young special forces soldier in the entire space fortress. It was an out of print item and it was gone if it was killed, so she had to leave with great internal injuries.

"I've had a crush on this guy?" Now that happened, Fu Luo finally recalled his secret mood as a girl and made an objective evaluation, "It's really dark history."

But when she sat alone in the narrow dormitory, listening to the various noises from the universe day after day, recalling Yang Ning's words, she felt a confused and dazed.

They are a group of wandering and helpless ants who struggle to fight to the death on a small island with leaves in the sea.

Here are billions of years of stars, firefly-like meteors become passers-by, towering warships live and die in the evening, and the love and hatred of mortals throughout their lives are actually just hidden feelings that are wrapped in an invisible grain of sand and dust, and no one cares about.

Since Yang Ning didn't want to say more for some reason, is it meaningful for her to dig into the problem here? Fu Luo climbed onto the bed with anger, pulled the quilt on, and thought viciously: "Water sleeping, you have to cruise on duty in four hours. Just think about it, you're so tired that you're so tired."

Four hours later, the atmosphere of Saturn Fortress suddenly changed.

Fu Luo Ruchanged the internal staff well, debugged the communication equipment, assembled weapons, and walked towards the handover point to gather her team. Several new recruits she didn't know were mixed in the team, saluting her.

People from the three parts?

Fu Luo nodded without feeling sarcastic.

Cao Kun and the others had just experienced that inhumane pursuit. Even if they were idle people in the Second Department for a while, no one would say anything. But if he was a workaholic and asked to advance and participate in the cruise the next day after he arrived at the fortress, it would be reasonable.

Because the war is tense, people who do not lack arms and legs require their efforts, and it is not easy to pour cold water on him from both emotion and reason.

Especially the day before, they blatantly arrested the other party’s chief in the name of safety.

I was afraid that Cao Kun had not yet made up the land, so he couldn't wait to break up the three departments and wanted to put his own people everywhere.

Fu Luo took a deep breath and slowly vomited out. It was true that there were martial arts and lakes where there were people.

"Battleship group driver preheating..." Fu Luo was suddenly interrupted before he finished speaking.

"Lieutenant Colonel," said the strange face, "the enemy situation is unknown at the moment, and pirates in the nearby areas are rampant. The Major General advises us not to open the fortress and to only send invisible reconnaissance ships to cruise within the safe range."

Fu Luo turned his head and looked at him steadily. Her face turned red first, but for a moment, and then turned from red to white.

"Major General? Major General Cao Kun from the Three Divisions?" Fu Luo said calmly, "Suggestions?"

"yes!"

"Well," she responded calmly, and asked again, "What level are you?"

"The General Liaison Officer of the Intercession Fleet, equivalent to the headquarters level B..."

"Oh, level b." Fu Luo smiled coldly, "The rules of your three ministries are to interrupt your superiors casually? It's really exciting."

The man was obviously ready to face the attack and saluted calmly: "I'm sorry, sir."

Fu Luo lowered his head and was silent for a moment: "Prepare for the detection ship."

The liaison officer of the third department seemed relieved. He blew indirectly and knew that Fu Luo, the "pirate killer", was not a difficult character. She was young and didn't talk much - she was not good at speaking, not the kind of silence with a deep cunning and deep silence, a gentle temper, and a character were also the most normal among the top leaders of the second department.

The next moment, he was surprised to see Fu Luo take off his gloves on the spot, take off his ear-hanging scope, and then loosen his neckline: "I asked the detective team to gather here immediately, Major General Cao ordered them to cruise within safe range."

The liaison officer of the third department said in a daze: "But Lieutenant Colonel..."

Fu Luo stopped walking back, turned around, and looked at him patiently.

The liaison officer calmed down: "I thought this cruise mission was led by Lieutenant Colonel. We have all heard of Lieutenant Colonel Fu's deeds leading troops to rescue him. I want to learn more like you..."

Fu Luo gave him a smile.

"Sorry, I'm not responsible for teaching or detectives. We have internal teachers and detective troops," she said politely and warmly, "I can only kill people."

Earth.

When Wang Ergou came back with a child, everyone was shocked.

The boy grabbed the unlucky child under his armpits and walked in awkwardly. He said to Aunt Chun innocently and impatiently: "Why is this thing crying all the time?"

“…” Aunt Chun asked, “Where did it come from?”

Wang Yacheng: "Picked up."

After getting along for a long time, Aunt Chun already knew what Wang Yacheng was. She showed her greatest patience and said to Wang Yacheng seriously: "Do you know that children cannot be picked up randomly? I will return them to them."

Wang Yacheng shrugged: "There is no place to return it, his father is dead."

As he said that, Wang Yacheng caught a glimpse of the TV set up on the wall. Their station was dark under the light, and lived next to the occupied area, only three hundred meters away. With an ordinary toy telescope, you can see what breakfast is given by the people in the occupied area and receive information from all the media in the occupied area.

A piece of news is playing above, and by chance, it was exactly where the explosion occurred in the afternoon.

The camera did not capture the innocent homeless man who was implicated and the little boy who was crying loudly. The camera faced the other side of the collapsed wall. Wang Yacheng looked at it from the perspective of the bystander and felt that his life was a bit too great.

"It's here." Wang Yacheng said, "Did you see that wall? His father threw him out after the wall and fryed it himself."

Aunt Chun frowned and did not answer because the news was coming.

The news anchor of his galaxy continued his galaxy's usual light signal contact method. He did not speak, but just stared at the camera in a big way, emitting long and short light signals. After mechanical translation, he read it out in a wooden tone for the earthlings to listen to.

"According to reliable information, this is a terrorist incident that happened outside the safe zone. The suspect is suspected to be a local terrorist on earth. No relevant organization has yet to admit to being responsible for this..."

Wang Yacheng was stunned for a moment, then jumped three feet high: "The fuck is this, we exploded?!"

"Shh," Aunt Chun raised her index finger, "Look at it, calm down."

Wang Yacheng was calm and turned into a firecracker. He thought the name of "terrorist" was cool, but he didn't think that shameless enemies threw this stigma on them.

"This is impossible. Everyone knows that this is impossible. It's either his galaxy conspiracy or those damn pirates!"

Seeing that Aunt Chun ignored him, Wang Yacheng raised his voice again: "How could we blow up our own place? How could we blow up our own people? Are we sick? Only fools believe it!"

Aunt Chun silently moved her eyes to him, and Wang Yacheng, who was so harsh and cowardly, shut up automatically.

Aunt Chun bent down and picked up the crying child. She coaxed him without much skill. She instructed her younger brother to find some medicine for him, diluted it and applied it to the wound on the child's body.

Then, everyone fell into silence.

Some people have changed the station, but there are not many media outlets left in the non-occupied areas of the Earth. Most channels have been closed. The only remaining stations directly under the Propaganda Department are still working diligently to do their duty.

Some people who broadcast the Central Document No. n in politically serious manner, there are strategic analysis of the situation, and real reports on space wars and ground battlefields. One station even brought in a group of sociologists who were not afraid of death and created a huge sand table in an open-air studio to simulate "different species with high IQs are trapped on the same island and forced to share the survival resources of a place."

Finally, they quoted the classics and came to a conclusion that if it was a species whose genes could be fused, a new species would form after a long turmoil, and culture and culture would swallow each other. The side whose cultural attributes tend to be masculine will achieve an overwhelming victory in a short period of time, while in the long run, the side whose cultural attributes tend to be feminine will slowly reveal its advantages until it eventually swallows up the other side.

But if it is a species that cannot be fused with genes, the situation will be different.

One of them will become a disadvantaged species.

There is no way to exist two kinds of "people" on the same planet. If there are two kinds of "people", then one of them must be "animals" that can be raised, domesticated, or even hunted and eaten.

The wing desperately instilled that "your life is always threatened by interstellar pirates and even local terrorists. The quick surrender that does not want to die is the bottom line." This is inciting "If you surrender, you will not be a human being."

As the wars on the ground become fierce, the battlefield of public opinion is filled with smoke.

Aunt Chun took the child to the kitchen and wanted to get him something to eat. Wang Yacheng thought about it, and somehow, he followed him in and closed the door.

Aunt Chun was not surprised and stuffed the child into Wang Yacheng's stiff hands and began to brew a bowl of milk.

"Actually, I just kept asking," said Wang Yacheng, "Aunt Chun, are you actually from the government?"

Aunt Chun said bluntly: "That's right, I'm from the Ministry of Security, the direct subordinate of Director Wang."

Wang Yacheng didn't expect her to confess like this and was immediately stuck.

"I know you can definitely see that because your father is Wang Yizheng, you have seen all kinds of soldiers since you were a child." Aunt Chun tried the temperature of the milk paste and walked over. She asked Wang Yacheng to carry the child's arms and lift the little thing up to him. Then she dug a spoonful of milk paste and put it into the child's mouth. "Do you know why I came to you?"

Wang Yacheng shook his head.

"I heard that your dad has been trying to put your confinement since he was a child. As a result, you two have been fighting wits and courage for so many years, and you have been able to escape from experts countless times. I knew you must have learned a few tricks."

Wang Yacheng listened blankly.

Aunt Chun stretched out a finger and pointed his chest: "I tell you, even if we have 108 shit basins on our heads, it has nothing to do with our mission. Smearing whoever is whitewashing who and making the people believe in it is all the work of □□, and our battlefield is elsewhere."

After she finished speaking, she took out an address from her pocket, handed it to Wang Yacheng, leaned in his ear, and whispered: "This is what you should pay attention to."

Ten days later, Wang Yacheng walked onto the depressed street with a naughty child who had been holding his head behind his back, with a juvenile offender's face and a hatred for society.

He skillfully switched transportation to prevent others from following him, and finally arrived alertly at the destination, a hidden kindergarten.

No one paid attention to him, that bastard was his prop. Wang Yacheng wiped the wet saliva on his ears and looked at the guard. The special identity card information flashed across the card reader. The other party took him in, passed through Xiaoyuan, and went straight to the kitchen.

This was originally a matter of the Ministry of Security, but in the recent cyber information war, the list of some security personnel was leaked. I don’t know how many of them were leaked for the time being, and a large number of people urgently need to be transferred.

Wang Yansheng had no choice but to use the "terrorist legion" he had secretly reserved for a long time.

This time, Wang Yacheng and his team were tasked with covering a group of people to the designated location of the Ministry of Security.
Chapter completed!