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

Chapter 75

In Morning Star, a dungeon's door suddenly opened with a beep. The glaring lights of the mech car streamed inside, and Captain Tulane's army boots knocked on the ground like the sound of a gunshot. She scanned over the cell, quickly matching with the photo of Hope on her personal terminal, and locked the target. Seeing that all the prisoners surrounding him were craning their necks and holding their breath to listen to his speech carefully, she slightly narrowed her eyes to cover the coldness inside.

Then she waved her hand courteously and asked to turn off the light. She struck a smile, held her hands in front of her body, walked to him, and asked softly, like a well-mannered secretary: "May I ask if you are Mr. Hope?"

The middle-aged man with greyed temples looked at her, stood up in a manner that was neither humble nor haughty: "I am."

"We mean no harm, Mr. Hope. The thing is, we found the persons you had rescued. But now the case is a little difficult, it may be facing a spread..." Turan, in front of a room full of prisoners who were eavesdropping, seemed to have no choice but speak vaguely. Her tone was lightly but hurriedly, like a little girl who was too anxious to talk elaborately. She implored in a soft voice: "The patients mentioned your name. May we ask you for a favor?"

Hope was puzzled at first, then he seemed to understand what did the 'case' and 'spread' imply immediately: "How? Don't you have those stock antibodies?"

Tulane bit on her lip, full of unspeakable difficulties. She lowered her head humbly: "Please help us, Mr. Hope. The civilians are innocent."

Still not knowing the reason, Hope hastily waved to the others and tidied himself modestly: "Sure, no problem. I don't know too much about it, but please tell me what I can do. After all, it was me who brought them there."

At the same time, Saturday burst into the camp of the Self-Defense Force. The sharp whistle woke everybody up.

"Gather round!" He gasped, "Get up quick, put on your isolation suit, follow me!"

Galaxy City entered into the long dark night, while the little base on the edge of the Eighth Galaxy just turned to dusk. Skunk, whose team stayed to guard and just fell out under the administrative building, suddenly heard all the sound equipment of the block starting to sizzle. He looked up in wonder, seeing the lotus-shaped multimedia screen flicker. Later, Foucault's face appeared on it.

"Our brothers and sisters," her voice called the city lights awake. People all leaned out from windows, looking at the woman on the screen. "Fellow compatriots, we are the Self-Defense Force of the Eighth Galaxy. The Eighth Galaxy is our homeland; we choose to defend here even at the worst time. Now, it's time to ask you all to stand up for our galaxy."

Zhanlu unloaded from the Heavy Mech No. 3, and transformed into human shape. Carrying the supercomputer processor, he directly passed through the space field and landed at the entrance of the quarantined factory basement accurately. A row of virtual screens expanded behind him; unlike the usual, he didn't nag: "Sir, Principal Lu, connection to the intranet of the Galaxy City and registered database of personal terminals have been completed. Please give the next instruction."

"Your most important task is to prevent the spread of the virus." Bixing Lu was contacting the SDF and the Ninth Squadron who were running around, "Everybody, everything we're working on now may be a useless false alarm, but once there is any omission, it will be fatal. Do not challenge the pervasiveness of the virus."

Countless red spots flickered on Zhanlu's virtual screen while he was speaking; those represented the personal terminals. All regions that carrier Webster passed by within 48 hours were inspected; the red spots stretched to tangled red lines as the time passed, dazzling people's eyes. But Zhanlu's processor was so powerful that those data were unworthy to mention. Real pictures of cities and blocks flashed by as if rewinding time, every spotted object would be synchronized to the SDF or the Ninth Squadron who stayed up all night. Teams and teams of soldiers wearing isolation suits arrived at the alleys that mech cars couldn't access and searched for possible contacts. Invisible enemies hang the sword high.

On the other side of the underground warehouse, the patients already fell asleep. Even William couldn't sustain anymore and laid in the medical cabin. Although being totally helpless in the face of the Rainbow virus, the medical cabins were still dutifully injecting the last vitality to their lives.

Screaming crows fell from the night sky and were shoveled away immediately by the anti-epidemic robots which were requisitioned from Galaxy City Hospital. A line of disinfection vehicles departed from the old factory, spraying disinfectants continually.

Tulane pulled Hope out from the cell hastily; the interim leader of the disinfection team connected through her terminal: "Captain, the disinfectants are expected to be used off in one hour; we can't confirm whether the traditional disinfectants can kill the mutant virus either...please advise as soon as possible."