Wang Yacheng kicked open the door, quickly got in, and rushed towards the corner of the wall like an arrow.

The explosion roared, and rotten bricks and tiles flew. Wang Yacheng formed a ball, covering himself from head to toe in a transparent, jelly-like cover with various numbers flashing on it, recording the impact he suffered in different categories. It was a new body protector.

Wang Yacheng was slapped on the wall by the impact of the explosion, and then bounced away safely under the protection of the "jelly", but he was not fearless because the "jelly" protection period seemed to be vast and powerful, showing that it was almost out of power.

With a bounce, Wang Yacheng quickly jumped away with the force, and jumped onto the roof like a monkey. At the same time, the protective device kept beating and dissipating with lightning speed, and the roar of the mecha near the ground was approaching.

Wang Yacheng couldn't bear it anymore: "Counterfeit and shoddy products are this!"

He said, rushing into the rain of bullets, jumping up and down to avoid the endless stream bullets, and screaming: "Everyone is chasing me, where is the receptionist? Has the receptionist broken down halfway?"

A long whistle sounded in the air, of course, mechanically synthesized, highly imitating the whistle of the ancient grassland horse-walker, and seemed loud and open-minded. A near-ground mecha was pressed down in the air with domineering aura. The high-energy cannon swept around, and a mechanical chain hung down, drooping in front of Wang Yacheng like fishing - yes, Wang Yacheng is that fish.

Wait, has the promised helicopter elevator lost to this level in a blink of an eye?

Wang Yacheng covered his head and face with his arms in grief and grabbed the high-altitude rope on the mecha near the ground. The moment he touched the rope, a mechanical male voice came from his ear: "I detected the correct life body, ready to grab it, three, two, one..."

Wang Yacheng: "What's the matter...ah!"

At that moment, he felt that his whole body was in fog, and a violent light burst out around the chains. Wang Yacheng only felt a flash in front of him. He was already inside the mecha. He sat on the ground and became dizzy after realizing it.

The ears were filled with shouts.

"Damn why did you lose power again after using it for a while?"

"Didn't you agree to use a traditional elevator? Who told you to use experimental items to play with it?"

"Do you know, I always feel that the ancients of the 21st century lived in dire straits because if they used their dying antique mobile phones frequently, they would charge them once a day on average - I now feel like I am an ancient person."

"Wait, I have another question, why can't the curvature drive system be installed on the near-East mecha? Don't you think the magic weapon that appears in front of the enemy is particularly powerful?"

"Come on my dear, I will teach you, these three words are pronounced 'big-qi-layer'."

Wang Yacheng: "..."

He felt that five hundred ducks were singing in his ears, howling out the magnificent waves of the Yellow River chorus.

"The detonation mission was completed smoothly." Wang Yacheng reported dryly, "Hey, I said, can I pay attention to me once?"

Everyone was still chattering about various science fiction ideas like a group of mentally retarded children who had never entered the city.

"It's so crazy." Wang Yacheng rolled his eyes, stood up, and removed a chip from his arms - this thing was the "jelly" protective cover he had just used. After the energy was full, he could only use it for ten minutes, and Aunt Chun gave it to them.

Under the hands of Aunt Chun, you can always get in touch with the latest black and white things. In fact, Wang Yacheng sometimes suspects that they are doing experiments for the Academy of Sciences for free. In this chaotic but magical era, new tools and new technologies are produced every day, emerging like mushrooms after a rain. The forms and applications are so numerous that in less than half a year, it is more than the sum of the past fifty years.

There are now mixed fish and dragons in the Academy of Sciences, including serious academicians from 810-year-old colleges and various folk masters. The age group spans the three generations of old, middle-aged and young people, and there are all kinds of weirdos in it.

It is said that one day, a science fiction joke on the social networking website of the Earth Intranet depicts a certain genetic weapon of mass destruction, with a forwarding volume of nearly 100 million in 24 hours. The next day, the Academy of Space Sciences announced the project in a high-profile manner. This reminds people of the infamous bacterial warfare in the uncivilized era.

In response to this, the surviving cynicism raised a faint question and was soon suppressed by the tide of public opinion. However, after several years of war, people have been forced to give up the moral values ​​accumulated by dozens of generations, because everyone - his galaxy and earthlings - know what the consequences of a total war will be.

There will be one party who will destroy the clan and the race.

Soon he returned to their temporary base. Wang Yacheng's "reversal of the whole world" middle school temperament was destined to be in sociable anywhere except at the Shamatt Activity Center. He walked to his room silently, but was suddenly stopped by Aunt Chun.

Aunt Chun waved her hand at him: "Come with me."

Only then did Wang Yacheng notice that several young people were gathering together in groups of two or two for a small meeting. He took out his mobile phone while walking. The headlines of the Earth Intranet immediately jumped into his eyes - "Brothers and sisters, an unprecedented conscription order is here."

He absent-mindedly glanced over the news content, and when he entered the room, Aunt Chun's cell phone was also parked on this page.

"Sit," Aunt Chun raised her chin at him, "Boy, how old is it?"

Wang Yacheng: "It's almost twenty-one."

Aunt Chun looked a little surprised, as if she wanted to say, "It's almost twenty-one, why isn't anyone looking like yet?" However, after the war, Wang Yacheng has been following her. I don't know how many times he was born and dies. Aunt Chun still gave him face and didn't say it.

"Twenty-one, I'm old enough - have you seen this?" Aunt Chun magnified the title of the recruitment order.

Wang Yacheng: "Well, I just saw it, what?"

"I've heard in the morning that more than a dozen people want to join the army, so I want to ask what you plan." Aunt Chun paused, her voice slowed down slightly. A nearly kind expression was squeezed out from her flesh-filled face, looking at Wang Yacheng, "But you are different from them."

Wang Yacheng said with a slight smile: "Yes, I know too much."

Aunt Chun was kind and had no other choice but to stand up as usual: "Little beast, I can't hear a good word."

The little beast sat across from her with ease, playing with his dark nails.

"If you want to join the army, I will write you a letter of recommendation..."

"Recommendation letter?" Wang Yacheng sneered without any appreciation, "Aunt Chun, stop teasing. My sister is the general in charge of the main force of the Space Alliance China. Regardless of whether it is true or false, she is a general of all sizes. Which recommendation letter will I write with you?"

Aunt Chun completely gave up her normal communication with him and shouted at his ear with a usual roar: "Then what the hell do you want, little bastard? If you are sarcastic to me, you will beat you into a sieve!"

Wang Yacheng quietly raised his head: "I'd better follow you."

It was "follow you" and not "continue to follow you". Aunt Chun called him alone and said that everyone was planning to join the army. But I think this civil organization was going to be disbanded, Aunt Chun would definitely still want to return to the Ministry of Security.

Aunt Chun heard his implicit meaning and looked shaking: "Little thing, you have to think about it."

Wang Yacheng lowered his head, stretched out two fingers with his hands, and pressed against his temples: "Zizizi-Okay, I've thought about it."

Aunt Chun: “…”

She sighed, feeling that older naughty children are really a problem worldwide: "You know..."

"I know," said Wang Yacheng, "cut off social relations and stand by at any time. For information, he was sent to a dangerous place to lurk. Sometimes he lurked for two days, sometimes he lurked for a lifetime, hiding his identity, and if he was exposed, he would be dismissed. Occasionally, he might have to play a guest assassination. Are you spies?"

"…'Spy' is usually called enemies. We call ourselves 'agents', 'spy' or 'intelligence personnel'." Aunt Chun waved her hand, "You... Oh, forget it, the boss is a big deal, I don't understand, you can think about it carefully when you go back..."

However, Wang Yacheng took out his cell phone in front of her, pressed the public voice, put the phone on the table, and called Fu Xiaoxin's phone.

Because of bread, Fu Xiaoxin and Wang Yacheng resumed contact, but Fu Xiaoxin always called Wang Yacheng to ask about his well-being, but he never contacted him actively.

Fu Xiaoxin answered the phone in surprise: "...Yacheng?"

"After my mother threw me to Wang Yizheng, she has never contacted me again. I don't know whether it's dead or alive for so many years. I can't find anyone else, just you." Wang Yacheng said expressionlessly, "There's nothing else. I'm going to travel far in a while. I don't need this number anymore. Don't call it in the future."

Fu Xiaoxin was surprised: "What did you say?"

Wang Yacheng consciously said a few words and had already explained everything. According to his habit, he should have hung up the phone quickly. But at this moment, for some reason, he did not move. The boy lowered his eyelids and looked calm and listened quietly. He listened quietly as Fu Xiaoxin asked incoherently: "Where are you going? How long..."

Wang Yacheng: "I can't tell you, for a long time - just think I'm dead."

With just a few words, Fu Xiaoxin had already guessed something. She paused for a while and asked softly: "Is the Security Department?"

Wang Yacheng said coldly: "Then don't worry."

The two of them were silent for a while across the phone. Fu Xiaoxin asked carefully: "Your sister is not on duty now. Online, do you want to say a few words to her?"

Wang Yacheng: "What's the point of saying that trash Fu Luo and I have? Okay, I want it..."

"Hey, wait, let the bread say a few words to you."

The sound from the other end of the phone came. After a while, a man came up and shouted at the phone without hesitation, "nn! Wang nn!"

Wang Yacheng's eyebrows fluctuated significantly, but it was just a sudden palpitation. After a moment, his stagnant gaze gently flowed. The fluctuation was soon covered by the boy in the slightly raised corner of his eyes, in the unruly that had never changed before.

"N you are," Wang Yacheng cursed, "I am over two years old and can't even speak clearly. I think this guy has a brain problem, right? I quickly get it away. As soon as he opened his mouth, I felt that my ears and eyes were drooling."

Fu Xiaoxin sighed, as if she wanted to say something, but Wang Yacheng closed her eyes and interrupted her first: "Okay, that's it."

After saying that, he hung up the phone without saying a word. An electromagnetic knife emerged from his sleeve. Wang Yacheng broke his cell phone into pieces in a few seconds.

Then he pushed the fragments to Aunt Chun: "Okay, Wang Yacheng is gone now. From now on, what do I call him?"

Fu Xiaoxin looked at the hung-up call and when she called back, it could no longer be reached.

Since then, she has never received any news from Wang Yacheng. The young man disappeared without a word, and he never saw anyone alive or dead.

Every year during the Chinese New Year, Fu Xiaoxin would leave him an extra pair of bowls and chopsticks.

But no one can use it for the rest of his life.

In 2433 AD, late summer and early autumn.

An unprecedented national military movement has begun.

At the same time, a big discussion on the Internet on Earth was launched on the Internet of China on the ground, which was finally left unresolved because the official spokesperson came out to make a public promise that the survival and property rights of citizens are sacred and inviolable, and the spirit of freedom is the cornerstone of the existence of human beings on Earth.

The result was no coercion or moral kidnapping, it was just a declaration of freedom, just like retreating to advance, and the effect was unexpectedly good.

The former fashion tycoon, Mr. Robin, destroyed his family and evacuated his family's assets to offset military expenditures. Then many large consortiums and capitalists from various countries followed suit.
Chapter completed!