That was a middle-aged man who dressed himself up as if he had just finished robbing his jewelry business.

He was wearing a sharp-looking dress. Just looking at the materials, he felt that the surface was filled with unknown radiation. There was a flashing yellow light on his chest. The yellow light was quite generous. It was probably because he could be used as a slow-speed running light when standing on the roadside in the middle of the night. He also had a head hood that looked very similar to women's stockings on his head. He was rubbed to his mouth, revealing the stubble like an uncle from Ba Zhongdong.

But Wang Yacheng recognized him at a glance because he was dressed so ingeniously.

He could recognize him even if he turned into gray, because this father was his biological son.

Wang Yizheng was also stunned. The two of them looked at each other for a long time at the door, but they did not expect to meet unexpectedly under such circumstances. He wanted to worship the fate of this magical craftsman.

Wang Yi was looking at the dumb little son, looking at the boy's shrinking little face, the sunken skin, and the blood-stained eyes due to fatigue, and couldn't help but feel sad.

It was not for the endless war, not for the unknown little boy behind Wang Yacheng, nor for the inadvertent intention that his young man had done such a dangerous thing, but - his precious son is almost nineteen years old in the blink of an eye, how could he still be a rock-solid winter melon?

The fantasy of "the son can grow into a man who stands tall at the last moment of his development" was finally shattered. Wang Yi was crying and thinking with hatred: "Why can't his sister give him some evenly?"

Wang Yacheng gently pushed Wang Yizheng's shoulder without saying a word, signaling him to enter the house, then carefully closed the door, leaned against the door, observed outside, and confirmed that there was no one nearby. Then he skillfully closed the anti-eavesdropping isolation door, turned around and threw the naughty child on his back aside.

He cleared his throat, and had an attack without warning, roaring at his father's ears.

"I thought you were dead! I thought you were blown into a kick! Can't you fucking say it? Can't you leave me a thought or a clue at home?"

Wang Yizheng: “…”

...Wait, why do all these goods that run away from home complain to the evil ones first?

There were more than a dozen famous scientists sitting in the room, all of whom were the industry's leaders. They were destined to be a not-so-young group. They formed a group of middle-aged and elderly people to watch. In the gray and tense war atmosphere around them, they sat in a row and enjoyed the loud voice of the commissioner getting angry.

Wang Yacheng did not care about outsiders at all. Wang Ziyan and Zhong Eryan successively issued notices for critical illness. He made a long speech and used few non-repetitive words to roar for a whole quarter of an hour.

An old expert was shocked by his sound waves and silently took out a box of quick-acting heart-saving pills from his pocket and took it.

A quarter of an hour later, Wang Yacheng's scolding came to an abrupt end. He raised his wrist and looked at the watch, closed his mouth indifferently, picked up the half bottle of mineral water on the table and drank it all in one go, and turned to other scientists expressionlessly: "Are you all ready? The car is almost here, we must leave here as soon as possible."

No one dared to refute his opinion, for fear that he would also be baptized by spitting out stars.

The old experts quickly took out the packaged things and signaled that they could leave by raising their legs. Only Wang Yizheng didn't know what to do, grabbed Wang Yacheng's sleeve, frowned, and asked worriedly: "You are the only one? How can you take so many of us away? Is it safe? Is there any news about your aunt and your sister?"

Wang Yacheng glanced at him coldly, pushed away his fingers, carried the naughty child who liked to chew people's ears, and took the lead in pushing the door and walking out, showing Wang Yizheng with practical actions that he was disdainful to answer these stupid questions.

Under the leadership of Wang Yacheng, a group of experts turned around in a zigzag manner and finally walked out through a side door.

Wang Yacheng's time was indeed extremely accurate. The explosion just now was like an alarm. As soon as they opened the door, they heard a slightly sharp brake sound, and a row of near-ground mechas stopped there one after another.

The two sides had no pauses and were closely connected. Almost no one waited for anyone. Wang Yacheng took a minute to push these middle-aged and elderly people onto the mecha one by one.

He broke his back and sat down. As soon as he looked out, a shuttle bullets came. Wang Yacheng hurriedly shrank his head and locked the window and said to the driver: "Go!"

"Just, what was that just now? Don't find out our whereabouts, right?" In the back seat of the mecha, an old lady with crescent hair and a young face sat beside Wang Yizheng and asked in panic.

"No, physical bullets like this are not lasers or high-energy cannons, which means they just saw the mecha and wanted to provoke them routinely. I guess they were pirates - if we really chased them, maybe someone might beat them down." Wang Yacheng has already regarded the outlaw as a profession and is clear about various emergencies.

Wang Yi looked at him with a complicated expression behind her.

Wang Yacheng had no time to pay attention, opened the control board from the seat of the co-pilot and skillfully plugged in the contactor: "We divided the troops at the intersection in front, and the route number message has been sent to your navigator. Once the enemy is targeted on the road, start plan B to escape. Don't fight, contact at any time."

After saying that, he turned to the driver and prompted, "Let's go straight."

If anyone is most familiar with the nearby terrain, the time and place for people from different aspects to appear every day, the first one is of course the cockroaches in the sewer, and the second place is Wang Yacheng.

He developed a cold and non-mainstream expression. Each map detailed guide was like the online games he used to play. He was so proficient that he could operate with his eyes closed. At first glance, he almost had a cold look of life and death. He commanded the mechas near the ground to bypass all obstacles and ran around the corners of the city without any danger.

Finally, he successfully completed this divine movement and sent the scientists to the designated location of the Ministry of Security.

And the brief meeting between him and Wang Yizheng ended here.

The United Nations established a Alliance of Scientists. After a long analysis and analysis of security and risk, several secret resettlement sites were built on the earth. The United Nations brains were gradually gathering together. Wang Yacheng and the others were escorting one of them.

Among these experts, some people who are young and strong and have received training in space environments for a certain period of time will be sent to the cosmic battlefield.

In the temporary resettlement site, the registration of the Ministry of Safety, itinerary instructions and other work are being carried out in an orderly manner. Wang Yacheng is bored and grabs a dog-tail grass on the side of the roadside where it seems overgrown with weeds because no one takes care of it, teasing the bread - "bread" is the unlucky child he picked up.

Wang Yi was walking over, bent down, trying to say a few words to her son calmly.

"This..." he asked, pointing at the child.

Wang Ya didn't raise the top of the city: "Call for bread."

Wang Yizheng: "Whose child is it? Is it legal for you to get it like this?"

Wang Yacheng: "Legal, there is no one in their family. Do you want to take him away?"

Wang Yi was holding the bread and sighing: "Children always make people feel the hope of tomorrow."

"Oh," Wang Yacheng rubbed his nose and said without any nostalgia, "I'll give it to you, I can't support it anyway."

Wang Yi was stunned. Hearing his implication, he turned his head and looked at his young son with some helplessness: "Don't you go with me?"

Wang Yacheng looked cold: "When did I say I wanted to leave with you? I still have some serious business."

The two of them fell silent at the same time. When they thought about it, they were like most rebellious sons and helpless fathers. They were deeply in love but embarrassed. They depended on each other and seemed to have nothing to say except quarrels.

Wang Yacheng acted coldly and ruthlessly, but his heart was far less peaceful. He suddenly remembered that the path of desperation that seemed to be the bombing Academy of Space Sciences that he had embarked on. For such a long time, he had been holding his chest with a breath and crawling forward step by step.

When he dreamed at midnight, he always fantasized that maybe Wang Yi was still alive. How good would it be if there were no invaders, no war, and if he had not run away from home and still lived his seemingly unkind campus life?

Now that the fantasy has come true, he can return to his father as a teenager and turn from a terrorist in the gutter back to a child protected by his parents. However, Wang Yacheng found that he could no longer go back.

The building that exploded under his nose, the white-haired veterans, the men under the ruins... They were like one imprint after another, and had been stamped into his bones.

Wang Yacheng looked at Wang Yizheng, stood up and patted the soil on his pants, and left without saying a word. He regretted while walking, always feeling that he should turn his head and say something. Finally, he couldn't think of it, so he had to regret it, and in Wang Yizheng's eyes, he took the near-local mecha mecha and left.

On the Saturn Fortress, Fu Luo threw down a group of people and stared at them, then left and went straight to Yang Ning's ward.

If Yang Ning doesn’t lie down, others won’t understand how important he is.

It was only a day or two before, and the door of his ward was almost trampled. The big and small things in Saturn Fort seemed to have lost their backbone. A group of people lined up to brush up their seriously injured chief, and often made the ward into a second conference room with all their mouths. Finally, the doctor could not bear it and was bombarded out.

Fu Luo sneaked in while the medical soldiers were changing shifts. Yang Ning was staring out the window in a daze. When he heard the movement, he turned his head and looked at her and smiled. Before she could speak, he spoke in an understanding way: "Is the complaint coming?"

Fu Luo: "..."

She suddenly thought about how to get in and out along the wall.

"Look for a place to sit by yourself - let him jump for two days first," Yang Ning looked very relaxed and happy, "He can't adjust our people."

Fu Luo was originally angry and sat down and thought about it carefully. It seemed that the same was true. A powerful shepherd could shed sheep, cattle and horses, but no matter how powerful he was, could he let the wolves go?

The high-end, elegant and high-end elite troops were long gone in the face of fighting and exile, as if a noble knight who had to throw white gloves before duels were wiped out by the years, the pig-killing knife, and a big gangster who was heartbroken by the monkeys and peaches.

At present, they have claws and wind, teeth and blades, and meals and meat and blood. They are so wild that they are gone. Except for Yang Ning, no one can control them.

"Because the fortress has not been unsealed yet, I mean it to slow down." Yang Ning said in a weak volume, "Do you know, the number of exiled coalition forces we contacted last time has doubled recently, and many scattered coalition forces have gathered. Recently, news came from the ground that it is said that the traces of Jupiter's main force in North America at that time were found and trying to establish stable connections."

Fu Luo was stunned - What does it mean to live in a corner to know the world?

Didn’t he be seriously injured and recuperated without others being disturbed? Where did he update the information?

"There are also reliable news that the countries on Earth are now preparing to establish a space system alliance, with incomplete summary and information, but it is basically certain that a predictable technological revolution is about to emerge." Yang Ning coughed softly, "The Saturn Fortress is abundant, and the battle you disguised as space pirates was beautiful, must have left a deep impression on him. Now, instead of going out to attract attention and becoming a living target, it is better to restrain yourself for a while. The longer the time is, the more uneasy the enemy will be."

Yang Ning said, turning on the Internet, and multimedia was projected onto the wall of the ward. It was a video recording.

More than 100 heads of state of the United Nations stand under their own flags and make the same voice in different languages ​​- the Joint Declaration on Never Surrender on Earth.

Facing the return of the dead soul, facing the mountains and rivers that have fallen thousands of miles away, facing the stars in the space, and the solemn group of warships—

Fu Luo thought about it and felt that he was indeed a little impatient.

"Well, by the way." Yang Ning seemed to suddenly remember something, and struggled to support half of his body, and took out a small collar needle from his chest pocket, which was decorated with the patient's clothing. The design was minimalist, as if it was just a small sky blue bead, mixed with the color of the uniform, and it might not be able to tell each other. "Do you like this?"

Fu Luo: "..."
Chapter completed!