Chapter 133 [Added] Jin Jiangdu rubbed his face and kissed him with his lips...
This is the first day off Heinz has taken for himself this year.
After he finished processing the confidential documents of the General Office, he called Beta nationwide, straightened his collar, and turned on the TV with a sense of ceremony.
He just bought it this morning.
This 100-inch giant screen costs 90,000 star coins and has a 16k resolution, which can perfectly display every texture and detail of the picture - this is how the salesperson introduced it enthusiastically.
Heinz was not interested in these terms, he just wanted to buy a screen and enlarge the chicken butt to appreciate it. Spend the most money to see the most handsome chickens, this is one of his jellyfish life creeds.
Unfortunately, things don't always go as we wish.
Just two minutes after sitting down, an imperial decree came from the palace, "Sir Heinz, His Majesty wants you to come over..."
Heinz used the art of deception expertly: "I'll be out right away."
I hung up the phone and poured myself a glass of malted milk. Ah... it smells 40% like the young master's pheromones. I'll pretend it's freshly squeezed chicken juice and have another glass!
While sipping a glass, he cut out the interface of the revolutionary army.
The light in the living room was very dark, but the light from the screen reflected on Heinz's face was colorful.
He was stunned for a moment, his pupils naturally contracted, and then he realized that the color came from the large background wall of the picture. A whole wall of graffiti, surrounded by radiating colored light beams, and a dark silhouette in the middle——
Silhouette of Isoparaiso.
Real-time comments: [Isn’t this the wall where we drank lemonade before? ]
Such graffiti walls are not uncommon in the empire and even in the entire galaxy. Sometimes it parodies a historical figure, and sometimes it is mixed with social symbols.
This kind of street art is undoubtedly a synonym for dirtiness, disorder, and inferiority. The creators often have to race with street police carrying paint buckets. However, under the rule of tyrants, it seems to have gradually been given other meanings:
Rebel, speak out, and refuse to forget.
At this moment, Bai Ling was standing under such a wall. There was a microphone plugged into the T-shaped podium in front of him, which truly transmitted his voice:
"Hello everyone."
He glanced around, and amid the intense heartbeats of countless people in the audience, he kept his breath steady:
"You must be wondering why the flag chose this color combination. Crimson and dark green, the color of tomatoes. To be honest, I hated tomatoes when I was a child. The winter in the capital planet seemed to have no end. I lived in a bird rescue station and could not eat fresh vegetables. Canned tomatoes were the only source of vitamins throughout the winter."
"I hate this canned food. It's big and juicy, and always makes a baby bird burp. Most importantly, it's cheap, only 0.4 star coins per can. Every household can afford it. When it's dinner time, the smell of it wafts out of the kitchen window."
The audience couldn't help laughing as they recalled the events of that era.
Canned tomatoes, so real.
Their parents also often cook this dish.
"After I entered middle school, the school also provided meals, and there were fewer tomatoes on the plates. As a young bird, I was very lucky because I finally didn't have to eat this useless vegetable."
"But not long after, the school stopped distributing meals. After that, I walked into the store and saw that the canned food on the shelf increased from 0.4 to 4, and then to 40 star coins. The ordinary stuff had grown into something unfamiliar to me and could not afford to eat."
Bai Ling smiled and sighed: "The young bird is angry, as if it was abandoned by an old friend."
The audience was amused by his description, but when they opened their lips, they slowly curved down into a bitter smile.
We are talking about the young birds, but it is also about them.
Bai Ling spoke eloquently, his words were clear and powerful:
"When I grew up, I realized that tomatoes had played a significant role in the history of interstellar space. During the era of exploration of desolate planets, every ambitious person and every family seeking survival had two large cans of tomatoes in their canvas bags—"
"One is canned mashed potatoes, and the other is canned tomatoes. During the long voyage into space, they can provide sufficient starch and vitamins, which are the necessary elements for us to survive."
Off the court, North excitedly tugged at Savva and said proudly:
"This is a manuscript I wrote, based on history!"
Sava gave a thumbs up and said, "As expected of you, history teacher."
The sound in his ears was vibrating, and Sava looked towards the stage. The bird was wearing the summer uniform of the Air Force: a white short-sleeved shirt and black military pants with sharp pleats. He has a handsome figure to begin with, and wearing this outfit makes him look even more heroic and sharp, like an eagle.
Looking closely, the chest badge is still the old imperial style.
Sava was shocked: "Where did he get the uniform? It's an old style."
He knew that this bird had been to prison and all its assets should have been confiscated.
Front right, Harcha turns his head.
His face, which was ravaged by the desert, was one shade darker than the omegas around him, and there were fine lines around his eyes, but he looked particularly bright and beautiful when he smiled:
"I ironed it last night and gave it to him."
An old military uniform of the Empire, which Hal had never worn since his right hand was severed. But if Bai Ling could wear it and add a little meaning to this important moment, it would be worth it that he kept it in the box until now.
"We want to open up this new country, not for any lofty ideals of mankind, but just to provide a shelter for those who are lost, abandoned, and have no place to stay and home."
Bai Ling's eyes were focused: "We want to build a country, starting from a tiny place."
"There will be tomatoes, there will be milk, there will be everything."
"Wanderers, please cast your crucial vote!"
The audience was so excited: “OO ...
When I stood up and applauded, I remembered that I was sitting at home, clapping my hands until they were sore but no one resonated with me. I couldn't help but grab the terminal and swiped frantically in the comments:
[tomato, tomato, tomato.jpg]
[firefirefirefire.jpg]
The news media quickly followed suit, refreshing the news column with sensational headlines:
[The establishment of the first new country in the modern history of interstellar in 100 years! Pseudo-regime or new hope? 】
Then open the real-name voting interface——
【The Third Experimental Republic of Humanity
Land area: 100 square kilometers. Current number of people: 978. Government composition: 5 people.
Supreme Military Leader: Bai Ling
Political leader: Isoparaiso
Army size: Space Star Mother, one ship]
In front of the screen, the octopus laughed loudly and darkly: "It's only as big as a county town, hahahaha."
What is this, a game of treason?
I also think that building a country is too simple. I think Isupareso made a wrong decision by placing his hopes on a bird that hasn't even grown all its flight feathers. It made a comeback after ten years, but the result was so bad. Who's going to laugh to death?
978 residents, those who defected from that ship.
This number of people is not even a fraction of the minimum number required for a referendum!
Cade opened a bottle of champagne and waited to see the joke. The wine foam has not yet disappeared, and the interface is refreshed——
Grass? The number of residents suddenly doubled to 2,000?
Cade was shocked to find that the public voting information scrolling below were all from the Moruo people, the wandering residents of Potato Town.
His hands shook and the champagne almost spilled.
Kaide turned his head away and confidently consoled: "That town is so backward, and not everyone has a terminal. It would take 30,000 people to vote, so there will definitely not be enough votes."
He relaxed and took a sip of champagne, feeling happy. Then he saw the camera turn to the sidelines that had not been exposed until now——
The bionic people stood in a row, turned on the small optical computers embedded in their arms, and helped residents with facial recognition one-on-one. The service was so considerate.
"Puff!" The champagne that had just been drunk sprayed directly onto the screen.
...You can't play it like this!
"Heinz, Heinz, where is he?" Cade shouted frantically outside the door.
Attendant: "Your Majesty, Lord Heinz said he is on his way."
"It's been almost half an hour."
"He's stuck in traffic."
Cade crawled around anxiously, the suction cups on his tentacles covering the carpet hair. No, they must be stopped!
He glanced at the numbers jumping on the screen, and his heart felt like an electric shock. Every time the number went up, his reign seemed to be reduced by one second.
Help! The octopus almost screamed.
This panic reached its peak when the number reached 30,000.
Ding, the number of voters has reached the requirement, and the page UI design has turned golden to match the situation. 30001, the glittering golden number has not stopped and continues to increase.
The audience was eager to try, whether they were able to vote or just watching, they all had excited smiles on their faces as if they had achieved some kind of gaming achievement.
At this time, the residents of Potato Town also breathed a sigh of relief and remembered the long-lost, long-shelved independence plan.
Interstellar Alliance Proposal No. 3480 was not rejected, but simply shelved and archived.
Now that they have voted again, this plan will inevitably be pulled out of the dust of history and returned to the judgment stand.
At the same time, Proposal No. 3480 was retrieved by the Archives Bureau, inserted into the new materials of the Tomato Country, and rushed to the desk of the rotating chairman of the Interstellar Alliance.
Behind the large desk, a high-backed chair turned around, revealing a shrewd face to the secretary.
The rotating chairman is the federal president.
The president flipped through two pages of documents and asked casually, "What does the Empire say?"
"They are going to vote against it and they will vote against it to the end."
"Then follow the old rules."
"You mean—"
The president smiled: "Whatever the empire supports, we must oppose; whatever the empire opposes, we must support to the end."
Anyway, it's just a small country and there's nothing to be afraid of. Even with Isuparaiso as its backer, it can't pose any threat to the Federation.
On the contrary, the Federation will support this "Tomato Country".
Let Commander Bai and Octopus fight against each other, and their Federation can reap the benefits.
"What is our mission?"
"It's causing trouble for the neighboring countries!"
·
The audience never expected that the Interstellar Federation, as the rotating chairman, would bypass the Empire and approve the document for Tomato Country in seconds.
Not only that, the Federal Foreign Office also published a blog post:
[Welcome the new country to join the StarCraft family. The internship period is three months. Come on, work hard (tomato.jpg)]
While the audience was shocked, they also had to sigh that this was worthy of being the Interstellar Federation, the origin of the entertainment industry, and that even its diplomatic language was so interesting.
But if you look again, what on earth is this internship period?
Someone quickly dug out the charter of the Interstellar Alliance, and only then did they realize that even to establish a country one had to go through many hurdles and defeat many adversaries.
A referendum is to win the consent of residents, and approving materials is allowed by major countries. After three months of operation, we have to produce a lot of results and submit them to the Interstellar Alliance, and win the recognition of the entire interstellar society at the General Assembly of All Nations. Only then will it be considered complete.
On the one hand, the materials are complex and the procedures are numerous.
On the other hand, I also feel that it is necessary to test the leadership level. Otherwise, those interstellar pirates and any random people would be able to raise a flag and establish a country, and then legally exploit the people.
However, being able to reach the stage of passing the preliminary review has already surpassed 99% of revolutionary organizations and regions in the past hundred years.
Especially a region that applied to establish a country 20 times but was rejected.
Wild Star, Metropolis.
People compared to people will die, birds compared to birds will be thrown away. Although they are both birds, the bald peacock is not so lucky. At this moment, he was lying on the mountain of jewels that he had obtained by plundering the people's blood and sweat, making a fuss and becoming extremely angry:
"Why, why didn't anyone vote for me!"
At the door, Scallop stood in the shadows, glancing secretly at the mountain of jewels.
No one voted, is there any need to ask why?
The residents of the metropolis are not born masochists. They will not support you as their leader even if you exploit them. They're doing you justice by not hanging you on the street lamp with a hemp rope in the middle of the night.
"No, we can't just let it go like this." Bald Peacock sat up, his hair standing on end, and pointed his finger viciously:
"Go, pull out my big warship and give them a good beating!"
Scallop coldly reminded: "Our warships have not been maintained with money, and the shells have rusted."
Peacock disagreed: "What's the big deal? Do you think Commander Bai dares to fire?"
He showed an evil expression. "As long as he signs the treaty of the Interstellar Alliance, he must abide by the rules - the Peace Code: No active firing, no attacking other areas. If he dares to fire a bullet at us, even just one, his internship review will completely fail in three months."
He is a professional at making trouble!
The more Peacock spoke, the more excited he became. He picked up the jade airplane and began to gesture in the air:
"That's it. You drive the warship over there, low down, and fly low over Potato Town. It's best to expose the artillery launchers and scare those people so much that they run away in panic."
He smirked smugly: "Humph, this won't slap them hard in the face."
·
The atmosphere of the referendum's success affected the whole town, and people were excited and couldn't wait to hang up the tomato flag.
Let the whole world see.
From now on, we are citizens with status.
The flagpole is located at a corner of the roof above the graffiti wall. This is the entrance to the town. Anyone who comes to the town and looks up will definitely see the towering flagpole at first sight.
The flag was tied with a knot and was now tightly attached to the pole.
According to tradition, when the national flag is raised for the first time, a salute is fired, symbolizing the first shot fired to defend the country.
This shot must be fired cleanly and accurately. As the gunshots ring out, the knot will be untied, allowing the flag to be untied and fly up with the wind.
Therefore, it requires extremely high accuracy and psychological quality from the shooter. Because of its ceremonial meaning, the shooter also needs to have a tall and decent appearance.
The best bird to look at is the one that is a legitimate descendant of the old empire.
When Sava received the notice, he was stunned at first, and confirmed with Bai Ling twice: "Be a ceremonial soldier? Let me do it, but you don't?"
Bai Ling still had that icy poker face, as expressionless as he was frank:
"You don't want to go? Fine, I'll go by myself."
"What are you doing! I haven't said whether I want to go or not, you bastard." Sava muttered angrily, snatched the gun and held it in his arms. His ear feathers quirked, and he wanted to save some face, so he emphasized in a tough voice:
"I'm going for you just to give you face."
He was stubborn and Bai Ling responded with a skilled sneer.
"I'll go back and change my clothes." No matter how reluctant he said it, the brisk steps of the Dark Night Hen still exposed him.
Bai Ling watched him go away and couldn't help but smile. He turned around and observed for a while, finding that no one was paying attention to him, so he walked aside and made a call.
"Hello? Hello. What are you doing?"
The tone of the first half of the sentence is very positive, as if he had just come down from the podium. When asking the second half of the question, Bai Ling held up the terminal and unconsciously drew circles on the sand with his feet. There was a softness in his voice that he himself was not aware of.
The mermaid's voice was just as gentle as he imagined, slightly hoarse, and with a hint of tiredness and laziness:
"I was watching your speech this afternoon. I just finished a meeting five minutes ago and am now lying on the sofa."
Bai Ling raised her lips quietly, imagining the scene, and said jokingly: "Oh, I envy your sofa so much."
"What's wrong?"
"I can lie under you."
The young female called him specifically to hook up with him, and even though his nerves were aching after processing the documents, Yu Chen felt much more relaxed.
These are small details that everyone understands.
His little bird, whenever it heard that he was prone to fatigue, would always be forthcoming with affection and frankness to put him at ease.
Yu Chen turned sideways on the sofa, his ear pressed against the terminal, and the terminal pressed against his long hair. He smiled relaxedly:
"If you come back now, you can lie down with me."
"...Damn it, it's forbidden to seduce an omega during work. I'm determined and I can definitely hold on until closing time."
The terminal vibrated for a moment, and Yu Chen looked up. It was a message from Uriel, which read concisely:
[Uncle, I have delivered the stuff. It will soon reach Wild Star]
Yu Chen looked at the message and said to Bai Ling meaningfully, "You are so sure that it will only make me break your bottom line further."
Bai Ling's feathers stood up, and he asked vigilantly: "What bottom line?"
"Your will."
Bai Ling didn't understand what was going on and just thought it was just a normal teasing from the fish. At the end of the sight, a motorcycle came speeding over. Seeing that Sava had finished packing and returned, Bai Ling had to end the conversation.
"See you later. Have a good rest and don't think about going out hunting again."
Yu Chen raised his eyebrows: "Hunting? What prey?"
"I."
The little female hummed and hung up the phone. Yu Chen looked at the falcon avatar on the interface and smiled, what a cute little bird.
At the same time, Sava stopped his motorcycle and looked at Commander Bai holding the terminal with a puzzled look:
"What are you laughing at at the black screen?"
Bai Ling quickly put it away, raised his head and said coldly: "Nothing."
Sava squinted and saw through it: "Tsk, the sour smell of love."
Bai Ling is well aware of this chicken's tricks. The more you refute him, the more excited he becomes. He simply didn't respond and prepared to take people to raise the flag directly.
He called Sava to go away, glanced at it casually with the corner of his eye, and suddenly his gaze stopped. He turned around and began to look the chicken up and down carefully.
Sava changed into a military uniform, which was also the style of the old empire, but one could tell at a glance that it was a special military dress uniform for higher-ranking officers of better quality.
The epaulettes filled with stars on the shoulders alone are enough to show how outstanding the achievements of the original owner of this suit were.
When Bai Ling glanced at him with his narrowed eyes, Sava felt uncomfortable all over. The dress was already thick, and when he saw it, Sava felt sweat on his forehead.
"What's so good about it..."
"Are you wearing your grandfather's military uniform?"
Sava tried to defend himself: "You stinky bird, you're still blaming me, but you also borrowed clothes from others temporarily."
He tensed his muscles as he spoke, fearing that the bird would ridicule him, but the bird just patted him on the shoulder and suddenly raised its voice:
"Sava II!"
"Here!" Sava answered subconsciously, and glared at the bird again, "What are you doing?"
Bai Ling recalled how he was a cynical bandit in his previous life, and then looked at his neat and handsome face now, and couldn't help but curl his lips and praised:
"You are on the right track. That's great. Marshal Savoy I would be proud of you."
Being praised suddenly, Bang Bang Chicken was stunned for a moment, then he puffed out his chest with pride as usual and said loudly:
"Of course. Don't you see whose grandson I am?"
Back at the foot of the wall, on both sides there were residents living in an orderly manner. Being stared at by their passionate eyes, Sava stood at the end of the road and couldn't help but touch the medal on his chest, his eyes suddenly warmed up.
Grandpa, you will watch over me too, right?
He imagined his grandfather's eyes in the crowd, then took a deep breath, and showed the pride of a top predator in the eagle owl family, holding his head high and chest out, standing with a sharp and straight posture.
On the high-definition screen, the tall ceremonial soldiers wearing military caps and shiny leather boots marched on the ground with precise rhythm, making a "clack, clack" sound and raising dust.
This extremely handsome long-legged eagle owl has muscles brimming with strength and orange eyes that are like the blazing sun. Seeing him is like seeing an economic recovery.
In front of the screen, Heinz shuddered for a second.
The next moment, he pounced on the screen frantically, rubbing his face against it, kissing it with his lips, and caressing it with his tentacles - ah, my handsome and incomparable young master, I am willing to lick the dust off your boots.
Sweat flowed down from the gaps in the brim of Sava's hat, along the contours of Sava's face, and dripped onto his eyelashes that were hot from the sun.
Squeak. Heinz's mouth was dry, and he seemed to be able to hear the tiny sound of water vapor evaporating.
His young master is serious and upright, and such a young master is really charming.
Heinz knelt almost reverently on his expensive handmade wool carpet.
"Ding-ling-ling--" the bell on the table rang suddenly, urging him to go to the palace again.
Heinz picked it up without a second thought and simply turned it off. He turned back darkly, looking at the young master on the screen, grinning with fascination:
No one can stop him from admiring the young master's appearance.
Even the most powerful emperor in the country.
In his sight, Sava walked to the predetermined position, knelt on one knee, adjusted the angle, raised the shiny black gun, aimed at the rope on the flagpole, and fired!
Bang.
Needless to say, the shooting skills of the five major military academy champions were excellent. Sava's gun was powerful, and the bullet broke through the rolling heat waves and hit the knot like lightning.
A gust of hot wind came, and in the burning wind and waves, the rope was swung out towards the angle of the sun.
The soft flag suddenly expanded greatly, blending into the sky, and was fully supported by the tension of the wind. It turned from soft cloth into a stiff sail, allowing anyone who opened their eyes to see its every corner clearly.
What a nice view.
It is as if the earth is a ship and the flag is a sail, setting sail.
The beginning of freedom - it was an involuntary infection, and people raised their arms to salute it. The action of raising your hand is like a surging wave, starting from yourself and spreading to others like a domino effect in all directions.
On the mother ship 10 kilometers away from the town, no one noticed that a sweeper just stopped its wheels and stopped in front of the cafeteria curtain.
Shi Luolan was trapped in a mass of machinery, but he still struggled to straighten his arm, trembling and gritting his teeth until a thrilling click sounded. The robotic arm broke, but he was able to raise his arm as he wished.
Shi Luolan couldn't utter a word, but the water tank was all over the floor.
What is he paying homage to?
Not the country, nor the new regime, but... the unyielding soul of the empire.
——But just at this moment, the person who came to mess things up showed up as expected.
The sound of an engine passed overhead, and everyone looked up quickly. In a corner of the sky with a flag flying high, a green warship appeared.
The residents of Potato Town were so familiar with it that some shouted in horror:
"It's the Metropolis, it's the peacock!"
They were so arrogant that they sent a warship loaded with artillery shells to demonstrate over their heads.
Bai Ling had anticipated this and immediately issued orders to the escort team.
In a blink of an eye, twenty mechas took off to warn the enemy. Huo Yuan turned on the communication speaker and shouted angrily:
"Back off! Back off immediately. You are violating our airspace. If you insist on moving forward, we have the right to shoot you down!"
Peacock was not on the ship, but in order to fully participate, he directly asked for the right to talk to the flying ship and replied proudly:
"If you have the guts, fire away. Come on, fire from here."
As the words were spoken, the Peacock rushed forward like a shark into a school of sardines, and the mechas were forced to retreat in all directions.
Commander Bai had instructed that we must not fire first.
But if they didn't fire, this guy would become more and more aggressive. He really thought they were afraid of him. He flew over their heads and did things maliciously, which was really disgusting.
The pilots were just gritting their teeth in anger when suddenly, the sky above them went dark and the view from the cockpit went dim.
What?
They turned the endoscope to look, and saw a steel bottom of the ship emerging from the white clouds below the atmosphere a hundred meters above their heads, with clear and regular welded rivets.
It was a ship, a big ship.
The ship was descending rapidly, and oblique beams of light shone through the holes in the clouds, illuminating its sturdy frame, reminiscent of the breathtaking seascapes painted by Joseph Vernet. As the light became clearer, the drivers finally saw the ship's mark.
——Snake girl, Medusa.
...Gorgon's ship! !
The pilots all knew that the Gorgon was ten times better built than the second-hand, no-name ships that Peacock bought from the Federation. To run into it would be to seek death.
They reacted quickly, retreating to observe the situation while asking in the channel:
"Whose boat is that, is it also a Peacock?"
"Damn it, that bald guy actually bought a new ship and killed so many people."
Before they could finish their curse words, they watched the Gorgon's ship lower its bow and suddenly speed up.
You have to know that the ship's descent rate is 400 meters per minute. Diving at this speed is enough to smash any hard object in the world into pieces.
This includes enemy ships.
Peacock was still talking leisurely when he heard an alarm blare in the channel, "Descend! Descend! Descend!"
He was annoyed by the noise, tapped his earphones, frowned and asked, "What's going on? It's so noisy?"
"boom--"
The Gorgon smashed the peacock's forehead with his hard tiger chin.
Hard, hit, hard!
The two ships are obviously of similar size, but when it comes to strength, it's like the difference between a caged chicken and an eagle.
A familiar, lazy voice came from Gorgon's ship:
"There's a no-fire agreement, but it doesn't say I can't hit you."
Huo Yuan looked up suddenly. Isn’t this voice... Uriel from the mecha R&D studio?
There has been no news of this kid since they escaped from the capital planet. Now it seems that he has gone directly to work at the Gorgon headquarters.
But what is he here for?
Who does this ship belong to?
Before Huo Yuan could figure out what was going on, an explosion was heard in the sky.
The Green Peacock staggered and one of its engines was knocked off, with a large stream of black smoke coming out from behind it. Inside the cabin, the fighters staggered here and there, collapsed in their safety seats and cried, "It's over! We're going to die!"
Scallop listened and found it funny.
From this perspective, it was indeed a slap in the face, but it was his own face that was slapped.
Peacock listened to the noise in the channel, his face turned pale and blue, and in anger he took off his earplugs, threw them on the ground and crushed them.
"A bunch of idiots!"
"Go check for me quickly, what is the origin of that warship that appeared halfway?"
Scallop glanced at the fleeing Peacock on the surveillance map, then looked at the Gorgon, and speculated:
"I haven't heard that Commander Bai has a second ship before. This should be a new one."
·
The peacocks, who had bullied Potato Town for hundreds of years, finally fled in panic. Who wouldn't be angry when seeing this?
The residents were very proud: "It feels so good to burn the peacock's butt feathers!"
At this moment, Gorgon's ship landed lightly.
There are warship enthusiasts among the mercenary group, and they can tell at a glance that this is the "Thresher" produced by the design bureau this year. Its end is equipped with nuclear-grade steel plates, which are specially designed to deal with unreasonable space pirates. It can easily capsize their ships without being affected itself.
However, due to the blind pursuit of fire suppression by various countries today, the general reaction to this type of defensive aircraft that relies on "ramming" is mediocre.
Therefore, its sales are relatively average.
StarNet audiences heatedly discussed: [So it’s a gentleman’s phone]
[I feel safer when ships that don’t fire first are given priority]
[The Air Force and the military police should be equipped with such ships. Otherwise, showing off their artillery shells to everyone every day will only scare their own people. Ugh]
The military of other small countries in the Interstellar Alliance are also present in this gathering.
After they thought about it carefully, it seemed that they really lacked such a defensive warship. It is easy to defend and difficult to attack, which is suitable for small countries that advocate peace.
Moreover, from the video I just watched, the Gorgon is really strong, and there is no trace of bumps on the head of the spacecraft.
Calculated this way, it is actually much more cost-effective than throwing artillery shells.
Therefore, in the following month, the Gorgon Design Bureau received more than ten orders for the "Thresher" and made a net profit of 8 billion. The chief designer was amazed:
"Instead of putting out so much advertising, it's not as fast as Yexing bringing the goods to the market."
At this moment, the hatch of the "Thresher" opened, and Uriel walked down, glanced purposefully, and saluted Commander Bai in the crowd accurately.
Everyone looked at Bai Ling.
"Commander Bai bought it?"
Bai Ling: "...No, it's Mr. D."
"Oh~" Everyone showed an expression of understanding. Mr. D, who is very wealthy, gave me a big warship - the real thing.
Bai Ling had no time to care about other people's gazes. In his mind, a voice grew louder and louder:
That fish actually kept his word and actually brought a warship, which was the flexible defensive ship they needed the most... No wonder he just told me something about breaking the will...
It turned out that she was waiting for him here.
I really want to run back and catch fish right now... No... I have to hold the bottom line!
Bai Ling tried hard to calm himself, but he didn't know that his forced calmness had already been transmitted to the other side by the camera.
Yu Chen crossed his long legs loosely and curled his lips slowly.
Soon, as expected, he saw a series of expression changes on the bird's face, from calm, confusion, shock, to ecstasy.
On the open ground, a large forklift unloaded a pile of boxes from the ship, each one larger than the last.
The outside of the box was wrapped like a bandage. Uriel clapped his hands and the mechanical outer packaging opened automatically. It was like a blooming candle on a birthday cake, with the four boards spreading out like lotus petals, revealing what was inside.
High-energy space satellite.
Multifunctional use, can be used in agriculture, military, meteorology, tourism. It is truly a must-have item for home, travel, and nation-building, and it is the number one necessity on the shopping list of an interstellar superpower.
There are 60 packages in total, so that's a total of 60 pills. The launch kit is complete and includes a carrier rocket.
Not to mention covering this town, the range is strong enough to directly monitor half of the surrounding galaxy.
Savva was dumbfounded: "Give away gold-level equipment at the beginning, it's ridiculous."
Uriel was more direct. He looked down at the message, gasped, and passed on the message for his uncle who held a high position:
"That person said, these are the opening fireworks for the children."
Even though it was just a transmission and not someone's own narration, one can still fully feel the lazy and soothing love from top to bottom from the calm and relaxed tone.
Sava was pinching his philtrum frantically, and he could hardly breathe. He said hoarsely:
"Fireworks! These are fireworks worth four billion! Don't be too ridiculous!"
Looking at the side, the bird was stunned, like a captain petrified by Medusa. As soon as the wind blew, it was about to... run towards the tempting mermaid.
What bottom line? He doesn’t want it anymore!
Sava called him, "Where are you going?"
"Thank him in person—"
In person? Sava was stunned for a moment, then smiled meaningfully.
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The life interests of old men are rich and varied.
The automatic door opened, and before he reached the corridor, the echoes of the symphony were transmitted along the corridor to Bai Ling's ears under the resonance of the marble.
The tranquil and melodious orchestral music belongs to Beethoven’s genius romance - Symphony No. 6 "Pastoral", second movement. The high-pitched vibrato of the violin and the slow and gentle sound of the clarinet are fascinating. Close your eyes and a beautiful scene by the stream will emerge in your mind.
Yu Chen slowly closed his eyes, enjoying the sound of birds chirping as played on the flute. The sonata was in 12/8ths time, with the beats being "dip, tap, tap". Someone was coming towards the music with light footsteps. Yu Chen listened and tapped the rhythm with his fingers in the air.
Suddenly, his fingers were grabbed.
A soft F major chord completed the chord, and a chirping bird fell into his arms. "Why are you like this? It's not enough to have a big warship, you also gave me a satellite. It's too expensive--"
The bird bent down and kissed the back of his hand, then flew into his ear and whispered, "Thank you, thank you."
This sound enriched the scene of the music. In the sunny weather, Yu Chen closed his eyes and thought, life is so beautiful.
If you want to be more relaxed...
He rolled over and pinned the bird under him, his emerald eyes open, his arms resting on the sofa cushions to imprison the bird.
"Open your mouth."
He looked down and gave brief orders.
Bai Ling's breathing was rapid, and she opened her lips tremblingly as she obeyed his command, but he thought she was too slow, so he grabbed her jaw and pushed it open with his finger bones -
Damn, this beast.
Listen to the most classical songs and do the dirtiest things.
Soon Uriel came on board with the documents under his arm. The emperor’s uncle had bought a mine previously, and now all the formalities have been completed, with only the final signature left before mining can commence smoothly.
He took the elevator upstairs, feeling extremely nervous.
Even after all these years, Uriel still treads on thin ice every time he is summoned by Isupalaiso. Including witnessing today's ceremony, in addition to feeling deeply moved, he was also filled with awe for the Emperor's uncle. Only this focused and deep man can have the courage to burn his boats and start over.
Uriel sighed at the strength of Isupalaiso and knocked on the door: "Commander Bai, please open the door. I am here to deliver documents to the emperor's uncle."
The door opened, he looked up and asked subconsciously:
"Your mouth...?"
The door was only open a palm's length. Bai Ling leaned his arms against the door with a cold expression. His thin, light rose-colored lips were obviously swollen than before.
Commander Bai said coldly: "It was stung by a bee."
From the sound, there was a hint of gnashing of teeth, but upon closer inspection, there were signs of deliberate concealment.
Wu Lier was single, so of course he couldn't hear any clues, so he just said suddenly:
"Ah, are there still bees in this season?"
Bai Ling wanted to curse, what bee, it's obviously...
Before he could finish his words, the finger bones of an adult man pressed against the door panel, and the gap opened a little. A figure just happened to pass through this narrow gap. The width of 10 centimeters was just enough to see a glimpse of the mermaid's profile.
Bai Ling turned around in surprise, and her platinum-blonde curly hair brushed her cheek gently. Yu Chen came over and kissed his forehead, lightly and joyfully:
“Buzz buzz buzz.”
Bees lead themselves.
Uriel seemed to be struck by lightning: "..."
Bai Ling seemed to be drifting away from the world like a soul: “…………!!”
Old man, how shameless of you to pretend to be a bee!
I was able to remain rational after struggling for so long just now, but now I feel numb all over because of just one sentence. Bai Ling's hands weren't hands, his feet weren't feet, he slammed the door, collapsed and threw himself back viciously:
"I'll bite you to death, you big bee!"
The door hit his nose, Uriel touched the bridge of his nose, and walked towards the elevator in a daze.
Buzz buzz buzz...buzz buzz buzz...I can't get out.
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