Can Ci Pin/Imperfections(残次品)BL by Priest

Chapter 17

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The space station that served as the Toxic Nest's stronghold wasn't designed for the rebellion of the Union at first.

A cult organization, if desperate enough to worship bugs, was sure to not have high levels of either wealth or aesthetics. The space station was reformed from a discarded one - simple waste utilization. On the surface it might be flourishing, but inside, it was full of hidden security risks - for example, its terrible anti-interference ability.

The space station's backup power system was rarely overhauled. The lights were flickering and the alarms were screeching all the time because of the extremely unstable power supply. An enormous group of flustered researchers gathered together from all places in the unknown situation like insects affected by the magnetic field, collectively fleeing towards the lower parts of the starship. Jingheng Lin frowned, but then chose to act according to the situation, slipping into the crowd silently.

Zhanlu's voice pierced right into his ear. "My apologies, sir, but as Mr. Lu is already one hundred and ninety-six years old, and that I believe that he could freely act without a guardian's supervision, thus I did not notify you the danger alerts in time after you left him alone."

"It's fine. I should also be blamed for my negligence." Jingheng Lin humbly self-reflected with him.

"I also didn't expect that in Monoeye Hawk's big skull, after two hundred years of development, there only grew an almond."

Zhanlu went quiet for a moment. After a bit of evaluation, he realized that Jingheng Lin's words were simply an ironic and piercing joke, and let out an unamused laughter: "Ha ha ha."

Bixing Lu, who was in the arsenal, did not yet know that he was the cause of such an amount of chaos. Shocked at the sudden mass power outage, he asked, "Hey, your space station has a really unstable power system - even a few alarms made it overload? Do you need me to help you to repair it? Wait, calm down, talking's just fine, what are you guys doing?"

The space dock was already shut down due to the power outage, leading to the half out-of-control state of the space station. The person who rang the alert failed to receive any feedback and was already more than a little bit agitated. He pointed his gun at Bixing Lu, threatening, "Shut up!"

Bixing Lu pursed his lips obediently, showing the authenticity of his peaceful intentions. He was here to look for lost minors, not trouble. Sadly, the man seemed to have failed to acknowledge his sincerity: two men pinned him down from both sides, patting him down randomly.

Bixing Lu let them search him, speaking in a good-mannered way, "I'm extremely sorry for intruding, it's just that four kids from my school messed with the course equipment, and are lost somewhere around here..."

The armed men of the Toxic Nest ignored his reasoning, and the two men pinning him down bent his arms backward - these men had chips inserted in them and had inhuman strength. They also had the intention to cause severe wounds and could easily pull off a normal human's arms like this.

Bixing Lu's shoulders tightened, and his smile faded away. "I'm not here to cause trouble. Are you guys sure that you want to do it like this?"

The two men were shocked. Who knew that Bixing Lu who did not have broad shoulders and wide chests would have exceptionally tough bones and muscles? One of the men stepped on the back of Lu's knee, making him kneel by one knee. His knee made a cracking sound and made a small dent in the ground. The cold muzzle of a gun was pressed against his forehead.

"Shut the fuck up."

Bixing Lu looked down at the dent made by his knee, licking the edge of his upper teeth, and then answered, "Fine."

The guard, stumped by his words, had his mind go blank for a second. But what came next was an ominous gust of wind. He raised his head up by instinct. His eyes suddenly widened, the last image reflecting onto his retinas was a furious ball of fire coming towards him - the mech behind Bixing Lu had moved by itself!

No matter how many chips one had on himself -- even if enough chips were inserted in one's self to qualify as a giant multi-card slot -- he could not simply avoid a mech's attack. Before the man holding a gun could even open his mouth to shout, the part of his body from the neck up was blown off by a launcher, flying in an arc and sizzling in flames. A neat blackened wound replaced his body from the shoulder-up, not even a single drop of blood flowing out of the wound -- it was already cauterized.

Bixing Lu had kept his mental connection with his mech even though he had already left it!

The remaining two armed men from the Toxic Nest were frozen in shock. Before they could panic, Bixing Lu broke free from their grasp with inhuman strength. The gun from the dead man finally dropped from the body's hands. Bixing Lu grabbed it, ramming the neck of the guy on his left with his elbow.