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

Chapter 32

The underground channel grazed through the edge of the Eighth Galaxy and spanned outwards. It was said to go through three supply stations. The first supply station was secretly located near an asteroid belt on the outer rim of the Eighth Galaxy. The coordinates were very concealed, and it was now where the Self-Defense Forces are.

Cow - actually named Spencer, believed that besides having a slim body, his aura was filled with the manhood of a hero. He had no idea why the rogues called him such a humiliating name, but it was not like he was in any disadvantage: they humiliated each other all the time.

Mr. Spencer came from a family of smugglers and traders in the black market, so he understood the importance of plan B's and C's and D's to Z's. The location of the two supply stations were highly confidential. He was the only one who knew it. He would move there if and when this supply station would fall.

The Self-Defense Force administration building was 6 floors tall with the guest's room at the top floor. The building was protected 24/7 by a security guard who looked like a weak loser. There were even robot servers in the room that could take food orders. For a space station that served as a shelter, this was very luxurious.

Floating on top of the base was an energy tower that acted like a man-made "star". The light shone through the man-made atmosphere and scattered on the space station. The blue sky was almost natural, except that if one looked closely at the "horizon", an unnatural clue could be seen -- at the junction between the "heaven and the earth", there was no longer a light grey line.

Bixing and his people rested for a night in the base. After months of drifting in space, this was the first time they felt rested and alive. Even the sound of people arguing in the street sounded warm and familiar -- just like that "ultrafast bus" in Beijing β that never shut up.

The next day, Spencer knocked on the door passionately. He first took them on a tour to the Self-Defense Force to see their military appearance, which, frankly, was just pathetic. Then he took them to his own office.

"The base is not temporary. Those buildings and the residential areas all have a long history. A lot of people spent most of their lives here." Cow pointed at the corner near them and said, "Look at that."

In front of the building, two groups of elderlies with snow white hair were physically fighting.

In the NSC era, people reach adulthood in their 20s, their appearance staying the same until they were over 200 years old. Then they reach their "mid-life", and their body would start to decline. Their mid-life was not long: only 30-40 years later, they would start to show signs of aging, and hit the end of their lives.

Judging from the grey hair of those elderlies, the average age was definitely above 250 years old.

But judging from the punk in the group, they were just as strong and stupid as before. The leader carried a huge knife, and two of his teeth were in his mouth, but that huge gap didn't stop him from threatening the life out of other people.

"When they were young, they trafficked the goods for a living. They never had a legal identity anywhere, so the only place they can spend their retired life is this underground city." Cow shrugged, and opened the window to shout, "Fuck off! Get the hell out of here and bitch at each other somewhere else!"

The elderlies looked up and gave him their middle fingers.

Cow was too elegant to argue with the elderlies, so he closed the window to block them out. "So sorry about that. This is a small place. The mechs took up too much energy, and our energy resource is a bit tight here. That's why we're having so many conflicts"

"There's something I don't understand." Jingheng said leisurely. "I am not sure if it is convenient for me to ask."

Cow said delightfully, "Don't worry. Please tell."

Jingheng Linsaid, "People in the base mainly do trafficking for life. So I imagine they spend a lot of time in the space. Then why is it hard to get a fleet of mechs?"

Bixing Lu was standing near the window, watching the elderlies fight. But after hearing this, he was suddenly stunned, then looked back to Jingheng.

Cow laughed bitterly, "B4 has overestimated us. Just little traffickers trying to make a living. No one even touched a mech. We'd be thrilled if our life savings can buy a shabby little business ship. How many of us can make it to a big trafficker? Most of us are rats in the sewers for generations after generations."

Bixing Lu frowned slightly. Before Cow could finish, he suddenly waved at the students, "You've never seen a permanent residency in a space station, have you? This artificial atmosphere is different from normal planets. Come with me and let me show you around."

Among the students, the most sensitive one was Mint. She already sensed something was wrong, but she didn't understand why. "Mr. Lu..."

"Let's go. Come, come come." Before she could have the time to think, Bixing Lu dragged her out of the place. "It is boring to listen to them talk."