Chapter 79

Chapter 79

The daytime of the proton star will soon arrive.

Judging from the current map, the most serious ones are Chris Port where they landed, Mo City, and Likoro City where this gene was first discovered.

It seemed that there was no room for these three cities to turn around. Although the population distribution on Proton Star was not dense and the population of several cities added up was less than half of that of the central city, the serious thing was that almost all the people in the city had become so-called "aliens", so it was so quiet when they came.

Because they can no longer feel the existence of humans, they just think that everyone is their own kind, there is no need to attack, just live in peace.

The support team's top priority now is to clear out the three cities that are infested with aliens, and then observe other neighboring cities based on the flooding situation. The ultimate goal is to ensure that the central city is not invaded by this gene.

Chang Lin sent over a detailed map of the entire planet and information about each resource point and energy supply point. After confirming that everything was correct, he trembled and gave a deep and highest salute to the imperial soldiers who came to support him.

He couldn't help but tear up, he knew that once these mechas were activated this time, he would lose tens of thousands of his people.

But hesitation would not solve the problem. For the sake of a healthy Central City, he could only agree and cooperate with all the plans.

Just before He Yunting was about to walk towards the mecha, Chang Lin gave him advice for the third time: "None of the researchers we sent out before have ever come back. So no matter what, even if you have better experts this time, you must ensure his safety. Unless necessary, do not get in close contact with those aliens, otherwise..."

His voice got lower and lower as he spoke: "Anyway, I don't want to see anyone else fall into this abyss."

He Yunting glanced at him and nodded slightly.

Soon, without any hesitation, he walked towards the tarmac, towards the mecha that had been with him for a long time, towards his subordinates and soldiers who were waiting for his orders, and towards the bloody dusk that was about to come.

-

Thanks to the detailed navigation and instructions provided by Chang Lin, it took them less than three hours to reach the first nearest desert city.

After all, there was no point in staying in the central city, and Xu Zhiheng's purpose was to understand the situation, so he followed. Since the Aegis was the first line of defense and had to be placed in the front, in order to ensure safety, He Yunting arranged Xu Zhiheng in a mecha at the back.

Everyone was concentrating, and the energy and team communications had been checked to prevent any unexpected situations.

In order to facilitate communication, in addition to the public channel, He Yunting also has a private line for Lu Anhe, which is used for emergency commands and some words that are inconvenient to disclose to the outside world.

However, He Yunting is a man of few words, and even less so when he is on a mission, so this private channel does not flash often.

Lu Anhe was reporting various real-time data outside on the public channel. After the voyage got back on track, no one spoke for a while.

But this time it was different. Halfway through the journey, the private line between Lu An and Zeus suddenly lit up.

He did not dare to delay and answered the call immediately.

"During the time you were protecting Xu Zhiheng, did you find any problems?" He Yunting asked solemnly, "In any aspect."

Lu Anhe was not surprised that He Yunting would ask this, and explained one by one what happened after he entered Xu Zhiheng's secret laboratory: "I can't tell for now. Except for Ji Meng's funeral, he was basically within my sight, and he was indeed trying to help Qi Jiaze."

"Speaking of this," Lu Anhe thought for a moment, "his condition was indeed improving before I left. He was no longer aggressive and his vertical pupils were sometimes invisible. I wonder how he's been doing in the past few days."

"I asked Mr. Lin to go and see it." He Yunting said, "I will ask him for the result."

Lu Anhe: "Okay."

Speaking of Lin Han, He Yunting couldn't help but think of how he had asked him to look up something about three years ago in his study.

He clearly knew immediately after remembering the date that he should have been conducting a routine inspection of the shooting training of prospective pilots at that time. However, after Lin Han gave him a negative answer, He Yunting thought about it carefully again and found that he could only remember the details of the morning.

Even if you know that there will be shooting training in the afternoon, you should still have as vivid an impression of which training ground it was, which people were eliminated, and whether any mistakes were made as in the morning.

But no.

There is only a rough outline in my mind, as if there is a voice telling me what I have done, like a bewitching voice, the purpose of which is to prevent me from delving into it further.

Because even if he thought about it carefully now, he couldn't remember even a single detail.

That afternoon seemed to have been dug out from his mind, leaving no trace, only an empty shell with an illusion.

So will there be a gap in the next three years? Or before?

He Yunting already knew that if he asked Lu An directly about what happened that afternoon, the other party would definitely not tell him directly, but he was not a person who would beat around the bush, so he simply brought it up again: "Regarding what you said about Xi Yuan going to attend the academic lecture that day, besides him and his teacher, was there anyone else who went?"

"This?" Lu Anhe was stunned for a moment. "Because Professor Xu has a very high level of knowledge and it is an open lecture, there is a lot of mobility. There are many life science students present, and of course there are also some people from society."

"It's easy to find students, even if they are from different majors, their identity information can be checked with their ID cards. But it's really hard to find people who come and go."

"Okay." He Yunting stopped there and didn't pursue the issue any further.

"Boss?" Lu Anhe took the initiative to speak, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." He Yunting said bluntly, "Is it possible that after experiencing something, a person's memory will be significantly biased?"

Lu Anhe's connection was not smooth this time.

He froze for a moment and laughed dryly: "I didn't learn this in military school, and then I joined the army directly, so I really don't know."

"Um."

He Yunting just responded.

This time Lu Anhe did not speak any more, and the communicator became quiet again.

-

It was afternoon when they arrived in Mocheng, which was also the hottest time on Proton Star.

The unique ecology means that this planet has only two seasons, and the temperature remains high all year round. However, compared with the harsh environment on the border of the empire, it is still much better.

All transportation hubs in Mo City were closed. The army found a square in the center of the city and landed together with their gliders spread out.

The whole city was as eerily quiet as when we arrived, but there were some human-like "aliens" scattered here and there.

Because there are no "humans" here anymore, they don't need to launch any attacks. They just need to slowly consume their energy through sleep. There is still abundant food on the shelves of supermarkets and shopping malls, but they don't need it. They would rather gnaw on the roots under the soil, break off lush trees, and use human teeth and digestive systems to mechanically and numbly chew food that does not belong to them.

Like the Zerg, they can sleep for a long time after eating once, until they wake up next time or are awakened by something else.

It should be a warm city with bright lights at this time, but it is so strange that it seems like a battlefield before doomsday.

Clearing the mode isn't hard.

They have steel armor strong enough to travel the universe, the most advanced military force, powerful railguns, and thrusters installed on their mechanical arms. They not only have impact bombs, but also particle cannons for long-range firepower.

Some of their mecha arms can even use lasers as lightsabers, which are the sharpest blades and the most perfect weapons.

They also have the thickest defensive shields, cold weapons, and hot weapons.

Too many advanced weapons were designed to defend against the Zerg, to avoid being pierced by their limbs, and to tear their brains apart.

But now, no matter how much the people in this city have mutated, they are ultimately just fragile humans who are vulnerable to any attack.

Before He Yunting gave the order, he said coldly to the mecha carrying Xu Zhiheng: "Keep an eye on Professor Xu's mood. It's best not to let him see it."

Maybe Xu Zhiheng would hate him and never be able to forgive him. Even after returning to the empire, all his actions would be made public, and there would always be people who misinterpreted the facts. He would become a cruel executioner with his hands stained with the blood of countless "compatriots" and who took human lives lightly.

He has no emotions, just a cold murderer.

"Starting from the center of the city, all mechas disperse," he ordered, "Raise the Zerg interference mode to the highest level. Make sure to cover the entire city and attract enough... aliens."

"For future reconstruction, we can consider protecting the buildings," a cold voice said word by word on the public channel, "but after the aliens are lured out, there will be no additional conditions...kill them all."

"Repeat that again..."

"Kill them all."

After a moment of silence, each mecha received orders one after another.

"He Yunting, you are massacring the city—"

The last voice that came through the communicator was Xu Zhiheng's extremely indignant voice, which was a complete roar.

Soon he was pulled away by the sergeant in the mecha, and the rest of the words became unclear.

-

This may be the shortest evening in Mocheng.

Never before has a night come as quickly as it does now. Uninvited guests in armor and weapons have entered this empty city. They emit disgusting sound waves, waking up the sleeping or slowly eating aliens from their unknown dreams.

This group of aliens opened their vertical pupils and began to look for the source of the frequency. Then they screamed and roared loudly in a language that no one could understand, and spontaneously gathered towards the source.

They ran angrily, using their limbs that might have been broken in half. They did not know how to get tired and only wanted to attack and bite like mad. They called their companions who they thought were of the same kind and rushed over together, wanting to fight to the death with the sound.

To destroy, to destroy...

So they gathered together in a corner of the once peaceful park, in the once lively school playground, and in the sacred church that symbolizes love and peace.

What awaits them is only fierce particle cannons and merciless fire and smoke.

——There is no way to resist.

The mecha formation swept every corner of the city, not letting go of any possible aliens, even if some of them had fallen into a deep sleep, or had been infected with the genes not long ago and the degree of mutation was not deep, so they looked like just ordinary humans.

It can't even be called a war.

There is no such thing as winning or losing.

Because the premise of victory or defeat is that there is at least a measurable gap in strength between the two sides.

It was just a dull, monotonous night washed in blood.

-

But after the dazzling morning star flashed, the dawn still came as usual.

The temperature in Mocheng was slightly lower at this time, and this morning was as quiet as usual.

The team that had stayed up all night finally completed their mission. The pilots reported to every scattered point, and no human would open their eyes with vertical pupils and pounce on them ferociously.

The mechas began to integrate, bringing with them countless blood and smoke.

After all, the whole day's work consumed too much energy, so the team gathered again to where they came from and began a simple inventory.

They are about to make a short rest here, and after the pilots and mechas have recovered a little, they will continue to the next area.

"Boss, you should take a rest too." Lu Anhe's tired voice came from the communicator, "We are not far from Chris Harbor, you should at least get some sleep."

He Yunting responded and told everyone to get some rest, while he leaned back in the seat in the first cockpit and lost in thought.

I heard that Xu Zhiheng no longer had the strength to do this, even though he didn't face the process directly.

But He Yunting rarely paid any attention to this professor with a high academic status.

He just wanted to rest.

He Yunting had a very unhappy expression, his lips were tight, straight and hard.

He seemed to be thinking about something, but also seemed to be just relaxing and not thinking about anything.

Suddenly there was a vibration and his personal communicator rang.

This time there was no transition of voice communication, but a video invitation from the distant core area of ​​the empire.

He Yunting's mind even went blank for a moment at this moment, but after the blankness, he quickly nodded his agreement.

The light screen popped up, but the young man I expected was not there, but a full black screen.

No one spoke.

He Yunting was just wondering how Lin Han answered the video call, and what was blocking his view. Why did he answer the call so late but didn't say anything? Then he saw that the entire screen of "black" was actually moving.

After a moment, a fluffy black ball appeared in the picture.

It stared blankly at He Yunting who suddenly appeared, as if it was also surprised.

…It turned out that it accidentally pressed the video button when it was playing with Lin Han.

After knowing the whole story, He Yunting didn't know what to say for a moment.

Two seconds later, Maotuanzi rolled back and looked at He Yunting with his dark eyes.

He Yunting: “…”

Gurgle: “…”

Another two seconds passed, and seeing that He Yunting didn't speak, the little guy stretched out his short claws in dissatisfaction, and was about to poke the button that popped up this interface -

"...Don't hang up yet."

The Admiral finally surrendered to a small creature the size of his palm.

"I'll just look at him."

Although Gululu still had some prejudice against He Yunting, he finally did not press his claws down and rolled to the other side with a rustling sound.

What caught my eye was the retro decor that was so familiar to me, and the lighting was very dim.

It's his room.

It turns out that Lin Han was not just talking casually, he really came again.

The window was opened a crack, and wind blew in, causing the curtains to move slightly, but as if they were conscious and did not disturb the person on the bed.

The young man fell asleep, but seemed uneasy.

He seemed to feel insecure even in his sleep, curling up with his knees bent and curled up slightly on the bed.

Proton Star has a rainforest climate, so strong winds and rain are the most common weather.

At this moment, the wind blew across the metal shell of m2742, carrying with it the smell of blood and making a whistling sound.

He Yunting felt that the wind at this moment was gentle.

Because of the angle, he could only see half of Lin Han's profile, but all his tiredness and exhaustion disappeared when he saw him.

He felt that Lin Han was like the wind at this moment, and every bit of love in the air was scattered in the wind and flowed into his heart.

He sleeps so peacefully.

Just like those strange people today who originally kept silent.

The young man's brows were slightly furrowed. He Yunting even wanted to reach out and touch the virtual light screen to calm the anxiety in his heart across a distance of light years.

It's just that he was very tired today, and there was too much blood on his hands.

Soon, Lin Han turned over.

So He Yunting finally saw clearly the young man in the virtual light screen.

Lin Han covered himself with soft bedding, but held something tightly in his hands. And because of holding it, his brows finally relaxed a little.

——It was an ordinary military uniform.

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