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

Chapter 63

After a fierce battle, people generally go through several processes: first would be "not knowing where one was," and then "weeping with joy." After a while, when they think of their lost comrades and saw the devastation, their energy would be exhausted, then comes the stage of "overcome by sorrow".

The process of "weeping with joy" by the base people had not yet finished, even before they could feel sorrow, things went wrong again.

"You guys..." Bixing Lu said in the communication channel, but his voice was quickly drowned out.

He frowned, then sent the scanned energy fluctuation graph directly to the communication channel, but it was drowned out as well.

Bixing Lu: "Hey!"

If one would want to fix the military discipline of these bums, probably only missiles could have some effect.

Bixing Lu was a civilized person. He did not have the habit of raising his voice, neither had the temper of using a missile to aim at his teammates. In desperation, he had to shout at the communication channel: "Wait a second, let me ask for marriage first!"

This sentence finally received some response, Monoeye Hawk shouted back with a louder voice: "Little bastard, are you tired of living!"

The noise in the communication channel was finally smoothed up by the father and son.

"Thank you, Dad," Bixing Lu turned serious and re-sent the energy fluctuations graph again. "The high-energy particle flow which was blown up by transfer point 001 has passed, and there should be no such intense energy response nearby. Guys, we have not finished yet. Be alert."

Everyone was prepared to listen to gossip news, but they entered into the military news channel which was out of their expectations. After a moment of being startled, the whispering seemed to be like a soft breeze that quickly turned into a strong wind, breaking out in the communication channel.

Saturday hissed with a low voice: "Shut up! Don't talk!"

Foucault also snorted and comforted her own people: "Mr. Lu, what do you mean?"

Weasel asked nervously: "What about Commodore Lin?"

Jingheng Lin did not respond, he thought it was too annoying and quieted the communication channel early. He lifted the cup towards the air, saying to Zhanlu without any beginning or ending: "One ounce."

Zhanlu knew what he meant this time. The door of the wine cabinet opened automatically and gave Lin a strong drink.

Jingheng Lin said that he was going to return, but he did change from the frank behavior before. He just stayed still and did not have any words on the tramps in the base who were hanging about. He pressed the spirits under his tongue and his eyes did not leave the remote communications system graph. His quiet side profile was like a wolf waiting for a war.

Jingshu Huang glanced at his expression and said: "Will ..."

Jingheng Lin raised a finger and stopped her voice.

At the same time, this thousand ducks in the communication channel gradually became "mute". Jingheng Lin reopened the communication channel and heard the last dunce who came from who knows where and asked one sentence: "What's going on? Why don't you talk?"

No one answered him.

It was because, at this time, even Bixing Lu was not required to explain how to look at the abnormal energy fluctuation graph. As long as they had not been disconnected from the mental network, everyone could see –

In the pitch dark universe, it seemed that there were hidden shadows and monsters there, coming out from the field like relentless waves, as if there was no end to them, making people hold their breaths, swinging back and forth between ecstasy and despair.

Not far from them, the group of mechs which made more threatening gestures than the previous ones slowly showed their heads. On the dark fuselage, the sign of the Guard of Prince Cayley was a nightmare-like totem – but this time, the other party was all heavy mechs.

This was a mech team with hyperspace heavy mechs.

Like the mech team which besieged the Silver Fortress.

Like the mech team which buried two IU mech teams at the Heart of Rose.

Like the mech team which destroyed planet Cayley, planet Beijing-β and planet Egret.

The base's Self-Defense Force people who suffered from heavy casualties were surrounding Heavy Mech No. 3, and were stunned to see this group of giants descending from the sky, like ants waiting for the pouring rain.

And the anti-tracking system on which they depended on had already been used to bury the previous opponent.

White took a shaky breath, then asked Lin Jingheng as he glanced at him: "Com... Commodore, why are you still drinking?"