Chapter 102: Join us everywhere, you can be so crazy too...
In the early morning, the thick night fog dissipated, and the light white horizon emitted a golden light. At this moment, a group of birds flew across the sea, and the aerodynamic force of their wings created beautiful ripples. Behind them, a red sun rose slowly over the sea, huge and spectacular.
When I flew closer and took a closer look, I realized that they were three fully loaded mechas.
Sava clicked his tongue and said, "You actually have a spare mecha."
Bai Ling hummed softly. He had two mechas, one was a Sidewinder and the other was a heavy mecha rescued from the Bird of Paradise, named "Fenda".
As for why it is called this name, it is because the onboard AI likes to watch beverage advertisements.
Artificial intelligences all have their own quirks.
Bai Ling set the Rattler to autopilot and left it alone for a while. They had just moved with Heinz Snakeskin for a while, moved all their belongings at lightning speed, and escaped from the Duke's Mansion.
Sava clenched his fists and banged: "Why should I be treated like a thief when I return home?"
Ding Dong, terminal message.
[Ji Bao’s plastic cover]: (Intoxicated.jpg) I am lying on the young master’s bed. Ah~ the young master’s pheromone smell is so strong. I envy the sheets.
[Burning plastic bags]: You pervert, go to hell!
Then he made a big move to blacklist the opponent with his backhand.
In the radio channel, Bai Ling suddenly asked him: "Sava, what's in the black box in my mecha?"
Savoyard thought about it and told him, "It should be Admiral Schroland's belongings. My grandfather and he were good friends for many years. After he disappeared, my grandfather collected the things in the cabin and kept them at home."
Admiral Schloeren is the commander and captain of the Suzaku, and one of the three geniuses who have been awarded the Rookie Medal in the Imperial Army in the past hundred years.
The other two are Sava I and Bai Ling.
Therefore, Bai Ling always has strong admiration for this admiral.
Bai Ling opened the box, and the first thing that caught his eye was a hardcover diary. With reverence, he carefully turned to the first page, wanting to read the wisdom of the most powerful commander in history. The beautiful words read:
[Does the waiter in the cafeteria have Parkinson's disease? Shake, shake, shake, what the hell. There's no meat in my rice bowl! ]
[First day on board: Fuck The World]
Bai Ling: “…”
It's normal to lose your temper if you don't have enough food. If you read the rest of the book, you will definitely become wiser.
Turning to the second diary, a year had passed. Admiral Schroeren wrote in a confused tone:
[Strange, I came to Earth on a business trip and seemed to have fallen in love with a woman. But I ran away after she slept with me. Why? Damn it, was I tricked into having sex with some Earth woman? ]
[After asking other people, the case was solved. It turns out that she doesn't love me, she just wants my sperm, to get rid of the father and keep the son]
Seeing this scene, Bai Ling couldn't help but relax the corners of his mouth, finding it very interesting.
Obviously this admiral does not understand the current situation on Earth. After long-term nuclear pollution, the sperm quality of men on Earth has been declining, so poor that they can't even give birth to normal children, so females on Earth will look for alien males to preserve their seeds, or use the stocks in ancient sperm banks.
Bai Ling's mother bought sperm from a sperm bank.
He didn't know much about his father. He only heard from his mother that he was an athlete in an Ivy League school with good endurance and athletic ability.
Thinking back on it now, Bai Ling couldn't help but feel ashamed. His own mother actually talked about such things so calmly in front of a five-year-old child. His current casual temperament was probably inherited from his mother.
Putting the diary aside, there were some lighters, pens and other supplies scattered in the box. Most of them were military rations, nothing special. Flipping to the bottom, Bai Ling raised his eyebrows: "What is this?"
Savoie interrupted on the radio: "You should have seen his Go game. Admiral Schloeren likes to play Go and always asks my grandfather to play with him, but my grandfather is a terrible Go player. He prefers playing poker."
"The admiral has quite a lot of hobbies."
"Yes, he was a nice guy. Even my grandfather, who has a bad temper, couldn't help but praise him. It's a pity that he disappeared near the Andromeda black hole. That place is a battlefield meat grinder, and there are corpses floating in the vacuum."
Sava gestured: "You know that kind of scene, my grandfather described it to me. It's so horrible. Because there is no air in a vacuum, the bodies won't oxidize and decay, and will just float there like ocean garbage. Sometimes they'll be sucked away by black holes, and sometimes they'll be smashed by asteroids. They're like people lost in the snowy mountains, their souls will never be able to return to their hometown."
Bai Ling said softly: "I know."
Many of his comrades died in this way. Moreover, he once thought that he would die in the same way and become a floating soul in the universe.
It was not until he returned to the capital planet that he suddenly realized how reassuring it was to be able to step on the land.
Sava could hear his melancholy, and suddenly changed the subject: "But it is said that these cosmic ghosts will also come out to cause trouble, disrupt the magnetic field, hack into the ship's AI and send voice messages to the entire ship, etc. -"
"Ahhh stop it, Master. Don't tell ghost stories so early in the morning. I'm so scared." Ptolemy protested with a scream.
"What are you afraid of? What would a bionic AI be afraid of an electronic ghost?" Sava touched the control panel to comfort him.
Ptolemy: "Wuwuwuwuwu, I can't kill the electronic ghost. Of course it's scary."
After landing, they parked the mecha behind the cabin and went back through the secret waterway of the palace. As soon as the two humans left, the three mechas began to chat with each other and build relationships.
Although the Fender is a heavy machine, the synthesized AI voice is a crisp male voice that does not match its appearance: "Hello."
Ptolemy: "!!! Hey little brother, open the pipe quickly and let me see your abdominal cavity with undulating meridians."
Sava heard it in the headset and held his forehead: "Ptolemy, you are a girl! Don't harass me."
Ptolemy: "Don't worry, Master. I will play with them gently. I'm hanging up now."
The flame mecha put her hands on her hips like a big sister and said to Rattlesnake and Fender, "Do you two know how to play Landlord? Let's go online."
Fenda looked at the steel fingers and lowered his head: "But I can't."
Ptolemy said casually, "Then let's play Mahjong. You know how to play online Mahjong, right? Come on, you're an AI, isn't this kind of calculation game the most basic? Even the outdated Windows 98 can play this."
Fanta: "I can do 3D pinball."
On the other side, Rattlesnake was searching seriously: "Mahjong is a gambling game, and the game participants are usually four people. According to the search results, we are currently in a state called 'three missing one', and we need to find another artificial intelligence."
At this time, an enthusiastic voice sounded from the central control system of the three mechas at the same time: "Are you short of one? Come on, I am the mahjong master of the empire's AI world."
"…There's a ghost!!" In the blink of an eye, Ptolemy turned into a small red dot and rushed into the sky.
Rattlesnake asked coldly: "Where did you come from, AI? How can you speak in our system? Where is your host? We can't detect your signal."
AI smiled: "I am everywhere."
·
Taking advantage of the sunshine at seven o'clock in the morning, Bai Ling skillfully put on the tape. Next, they have to spend 10 hours waiting for the tape to emulsify and blend seamlessly with the broken glass.
"Okay, it's done."
Bai Ling wiped the glue off his hands, thought about it, and felt that the hole was too obvious from the outside, so it would be best to find something to cover it.
He simply took out a roll of extra-wide electrical tape, the orange-colored kind, from the gloomy tool room, then stepped on a bench and pasted yellow stripes in all directions on the inside of the wide glass of the greenhouse.
Sava studied it for a long time but couldn't figure out what pattern he had pasted.
Bai Ling raised his chin and said confidently: "This is a motto that can intimidate the enemy. I just learned it today."
Sava handed over the terminal he had dropped on the table. "It was ringing just now. Someone is looking for you."
Bai Ling held the stool in one hand and checked the terminal with the other: "It's the captain. I have to call him back and tell him that we have a ship."
"Your captain is going to follow us too?" Sava was surprised.
"Of course, he is a native. With him around, things will be much easier in the future."
Savoy, always competitive, immediately asked, "What race is he?"
"Black-winged Kite." Bai Ling said, dialed the call, and the other end picked up in seconds.
Sava showed a knowing smile: "Black-winged Kite, the kind of Eagle family whose skills are all about beauty?"
"Don't say that. He's also an expert at catching mice. Well, he can also catch frogs and mantises very skillfully." Bai Ling tried to save the captain's face.
"He can't even beat a small bird like the Shrike."
"...Have you two forgotten that I am on the communication channel?" the team leader said coldly.
Sava said righteously, "We are praising you. Speaking of Stinky Bird, we can send him to perform seduction missions, such as seducing high-ranking enemy officials with white hair and red eyes."
The head of the group replied rudely over the loudspeaker: "Hmph, I'm not interested. It's better for this gentleman to do the job of seducing senior officials. You sound much more experienced."
Seeing that the two were about to start arguing, Bai Ling quickly stopped them. He made a gesture to Sava to keep quiet and began to explain the boarding procedures to the team leader.
"The boarding point is approximately on the coast. I will send you the longitude and latitude later. For safety reasons, our maximum hovering time is only three minutes. You'd better drive your mechas up. Then I will open the lower hatch and let you in."
The leader asked, "Which port is your ship at now? I have to go over and confirm it before I can take people on board."
Since he is the head of a group, he is naturally responsible for his subordinates. Although he trusts Bai Ling very much, he still has to confirm everything before releasing the news to the lower levels.
Bai Ling: "It's currently parked on the top floor of the palace tower. You can just drive the mecha and take a look from a distance."
Half an hour later, the team leader drove the mecha to a safe area near the palace tower. He opened the optical telescope, adjusted the focus infinitely towards the top floor, and saw the yellow tape on the glass clearly. He was stunned for a moment.
Spelled out word by word, it is three words:
Fuck The World
The leader was greatly shocked, and his lips twitched as he made the call: "You are so arrogant."
Bai Ling said: "Join us, you can be so crazy too."
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Eight o'clock in the morning.
North rubbed his sore eyes and felt someone coming back. He called out "Sava?", but was answered by another colder voice:
"You're awake, do you want to come with us?"
North tried to open his eyes wide and see clearly the cold face. He rushed over and hugged Bai Ling: "Niao Niao, you're back. Woo woo woo. I saw the news yesterday and thought you had met with an accident."
Bai Ling patted his back to comfort him, then asked again carefully: "We are leaving the palace tonight, do you want to -"
"Yes, yes, yes, let's go!" North's eyes lit up instantly, as if he had been waiting for this day for a long time, "I'll pack my luggage right away."
Savoy folded his arms, leaning against the ladder, raised his eyebrows and joked, "I usually see you so enthusiastic about learning O-Germany, but I didn't expect you to be so impatient."
At this point, North has nothing to hide. He said bluntly: "My friends from the seafood class and I had been planning to escape for a long time."
Bai Ling knew that North was the social master of the small pet area. He ran around every dormitory all day long and knew everyone's background clearly. He was definitely not an ordinary person.
North pleaded, "Well, I know this is an unreasonable request, but can you take my friends with you? For example, Mantis shrimp, her father was persecuted to death, and staying in the palace is humiliating and deadly."
Sava tried to recall: "Which one in the group is it, the mantis shrimp?"
"It's that [Large Prawn for 999]." North lowered his voice, "I heard that her father was framed and was attacked by the sea-"
Before he could finish his words, he suddenly reacted, quickly looked up at Sava, and shut his mouth. Fortunately, I almost forgot that Heinz and Sava are old acquaintances.
"It's Heinz again." Sava gritted his teeth and his face turned dark in an instant.
The jellyfish seemed to have drunk too much heavy metal-contaminated water, and its temperament became more and more distorted. I used to just play tricks on him, but lately he seems to be getting less and less involved.
Heinz was obviously not like this before.
Sava couldn't help glancing at the ceramic water cup on the table. The handmade little owl cup was a 15th birthday gift from Heinz to him.
At that time, he had just entered high school and could not adapt to the closed life in the military academy. In addition, the food in the school was not to his taste and he could not eat. He lost a lot of weight in more than a month.
The beta was one year younger than him. Upon hearing the news, he cooked six of his favorite dishes overnight and sneaked out without telling the Duke's Mansion.
After his grandfather died, Diao Owl's parents just lived a life of debauchery. As soon as the young master came of age, they planned to marry him off to a noble of the same class in exchange for benefits.
No one cared whether the hen was really full or not. Only the humble beta boy regarded the young master as the heaven and earth in his life. He wished he could be chopped into pieces, made into a meal, and put into the young master's stomach to fill his stomach.
The 15-year-old hen saw the 14-year-old slave who came in the cold rain and mud in front of the thorny fence of the school.
Little slave, yes, that's what the little hen always called him loudly.
Heinz, however, was happy to do it. He raised his arm to wipe the rain off his face, looking embarrassed but happy at the same time, and passed the still hot lunch box in his arms over the fence.
The thorn vine cut Heinz's wrist, and under the washing of rain, a trace of blood disappeared in an instant.
The little hen took the lunch box from his cold hands silently.
Heinz thrust the individually wrapped plastic bag again, pressing it into the hen's arms pleadingly, "Please accept this, young master."
The hen touched the bag and found something hard inside, which was a cup.
"Master, happy birthday, Master." He bowed awkwardly.
At that age, Heinz didn't have the slightest bit of tact. He was raw and sincere, and his bow was not for flattery, but simply to express his overflowing loyalty and love.
The hen left without saying a word. In his opinion, it was natural for his servant to come out and bring him food.
But when he returned to the dormitory and opened the overflowing lunch boxes, a fresh vapor with the aroma of rice blew in his face, and the little hen couldn't help but shed tears into the rice.
This is the first time and the last time.
The little slave, without knowing it, made his arrogant and domineering master cry.
Afterwards, word gradually spread in the military academy that the cheap beta who came to deliver meals twice a week without fail was the young master's mistress.
The words were unpleasant to hear, but the young master never denied it.
Until one day, Heinz, who came to deliver food, was unfortunately illuminated by the patrol's searchlight, and the whole school was informed that the young master and a beta were having a secret meeting and romance in the middle of the night.
Heinz was severely punished by the Duke of Eagle Owl's family.
He was not allowed to eat, was hung up and beaten, and was forced to kneel on the ground and wipe the floor with a dirty rag even though his whole body was swollen and painful. If a passing housekeeper found a fingerprint that shouldn't be there, Heinz would be punished to wipe it ten more times.
The little slave finally fell ill and fell asleep curled up next to the boiler in the kitchen like a puddle of transparent mud.
That night, he welcomed eternity in his life.
His little master climbed over the high wall of the military academy, ran back to see him regardless of anything, and even gave him a kiss, thinking that no one knew.
Heinz spent the rest of his life reminiscing about that moment.
Because the cherishment, shyness and reluctance in them are the reproduction of the young master's soul, which is something that he, a cheap beta, can hardly achieve and is grateful for.
At this moment, Heinz was lying on Savoy's bed in the Duke's Mansion, staring at the blank ceiling.
Suddenly, he smiled twistedly.
He lives just to get the young master, no matter what the means and at any cost.
Outside the dusty floor-to-ceiling window, trails of light streaked across the sky. Thin white lines drew crisscross patterns under the sky. They were the tail smoke left by the ships that came to celebrate the birthday of Tyrant Cade.
Heinz slowly sat up from the bed, straightened the hem of his suit, stood in front of the window, and gave his perfect smile to his reflection in the glass.
They are coming.
All the kings are present and in their positions. The squares at the corners of the chessboard are already filled, and a great show is about to begin.
This time, who can win the crown will depend on their own abilities.
·
In the ward, sunlight filled the milky white bedding.
A row of virtual screens were set up in front of the bed, and the density of the images was more exaggerated than that of a stock market trader watching the market. Under the impact of such a high-intensity information flow, ordinary people would have been at a loss and didn't know where to look, but the person leaning on the soft pillow had an orderly and steady line of sight, appearing to be at ease.
While Yu Chen was directing his subordinates to arrange matters, he was cutting something with a knife in his hand.
A bright light passed through the window grille and fell right on his fingertips.
It was a mahogany chess piece.
A Queen chess piece that took shape in the palm of his hand.
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