Defend Namsan Park

"Just...recovered so much."

Wang Xiangbing handed the sealed bag into Shanglun's hand. He wanted to say something, but stopped talking and squeezed his shoulder hard.

Phytolacca sat at his work station, silently opening the bag, shaking out a palm-sized, burnt blackened piece and pouring it on the table. The melted and blurred word "OPMs" could be vaguely seen.Phytolacca was so familiar with it that he could tell where it came from at a glance, and he still remembered what it looked like when it was complete.

This is a fragment of a helmet.

"We searched with all our strength for more than a month..." Wang Xiangbing stood on the side, "I really tried my best."

"Does she have a family?" Shanglu asked softly.

"No."

"Does she have friends?"

"The base has considered it and can only send it here."

Shang Lu weakly waved his hand, and Lao Wang hunched over and left the office as if running away. He didn't look into the other person's eyes from the beginning to the end. He didn't dare to look, and didn't dare to imagine what kind of deathly eyes he would see—— But in fact Phytolacca was not as excited and sad as he imagined. He was just silent, just confused and at a loss, as if he didn't know what kind of expression to use to face this piece of debris that had withstood the heat of thousands of degrees Celsius. , he gently touched its melted and curled edges with his hands, thinking inexplicably that this thing was quite warm.

What material is this?
Today, 151 announced that the search and rescue of Honglian was suspended. Everyone tried their best to conduct a dragnet search within an area of ​​10,000+ square kilometers. This lasted for more than a month. In the end, only two things were found, half of Honglian. The computing core, and a palm-sized OPMs-BCI system helmet fragment. The half of the computing core was relatively intact because Honglian took off his head when he re-entered the atmosphere, curled up and held it in his arms. inside.

The search and rescue department said that there may not be only this many relics, but the scattered area is too large and fragmented. It is impossible to conduct a comprehensive search with current human capabilities, and the Karman line is too high.

The Karman line is too high.

So high, so high that she left the human world, so high that she reached the territory and kingdom of gods... How did she get in?It's incredible, this crazy woman beyond imagination.

Phytolactin returned to 151 a week ago. He underwent strict scrutiny for half a month in the rear. However, unexpectedly, his superiors did not seem to intend to hold him accountable for his misbehavior and still respected his wishes and put him back. The unit only gave him a major demerit and canceled his qualifications for the next three years. Shanglu guessed that there were two main factors. One was Honglian's successful interception of Dao Angel, and the other was Old Man Ji.

Mr. Ji handed him a crumpled form with a bunch of bright red stamps, signed by a lot of people's names, and the final clear organizational appraisal opinion: "This comrade is not suitable to continue to work in frontier bases." ", Shang Lu was dumbfounded, but old man Ji folded the piece of paper and tore it up, and then said lightly, "I'll press it for you this time, don't go crazy in the future."

The laborer was so happy that he organized a grand welcome ceremony. Bai Shu gave him a big hug and burst into tears, saying that it scared me to death. If you are sentenced to death, I will be the bailiff who fired the gun. You will definitely die. Have fun.

Shanglu hugged her and looked around, asking where was Honglian?What's going on with Honglian now?
Bai Shu's cry was cut off in an instant, and the whole place was dead silent.

Phytolacca pinched the hard fragment with his hand, and when he released it, he could see the char on his fingers. He thought of many ways for her, how to survive from an altitude of [-] meters, and how to survive from an altitude of [-] meters. Is there any better and safer way? Even though a month has passed, he still can't stop thinking about it. All kinds of crazy thoughts are swelling and struggling to break free from his head and fly out the window. It seems that the girl has turned into a child. Zuo's meteors have not yet landed, and they still have time to catch her.

But Phytolacca knows in his heart, and everyone knows in his heart, that when it re-enters the atmosphere, friction will produce a high temperature of two thousand degrees Celsius, which can melt steel. This is a force that neither love nor hate can resist. No matter if she loves you, Whether I hate you or not, it will all dissipate into the sky as it passes through the sky.Does she hate me?In that falling, boiling, flame-encircled cage, she hated me.

Always hated me.

Phytolacca slowly buried his head in his arms and lay quietly on the table without moving. The light from the giant machinery workshop filtered in from the office window, like the setting sun.

Bai Shu walked in quietly and stood beside Phytolacca for a long time. She didn't know whether he was asleep or awake, so she bent down and whispered in his ear:
"Do you still remember that day? On the morning of the Blade Angel raid on 151, she was the one who came to me and said that there was room for someone else in the cockpit."

Phytolacca did not move, probably really asleep. Bai Shu quietly exited the office. When he went out, he turned around and saw someone seemed to be gently stroking his short black hair in the breeze.

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Tang Di frowned, crossed his arms and crossed his legs. Spread out on the desk in front of him was the suitcase that had broken something big. That so-called high-tech, top-level security, built-in sending system, as long as it was not thrown to the moon, it would be fine. The safe that could be found - it was chained before the battle. In principle, the box that only two people could open in the entire 151 was opened by a third person. All the chips and medicines stored in it disappeared, leaving Tang Di and 151's combat plan completely failed and was forced to be scrapped.

He picked up the phone and dialed:
"Hello? Brother Wang? That's right, it's me, can you hear me?"

The other side is very attentive:
"Hey, congratulations. I heard that Director, you have been promoted to deputy general manager of the base recently, and you will be called Mr. Tang from now on. Mr. Tang, when will you come to Chengdu? Let's get together."

"Brother Wang, let's stop chatting. I have serious business. Have you found the number I asked you to help check last time?" Tang Di lowered his head and rubbed the small LCD screen on the suitcase. He pressed the button. The display scrolled with the identification codes of all the boxes that had been opened.

"Oh, I checked it. You told me to ask my colleagues in the archives department to check it last time. The identification code is GAASBCIG0007, right?"

"Yes."

"There is information that he is a dead man."

Tang Di was stunned.

"what?"

"Mr. Tang, do you have a fax machine over there? I'll send the stuff to you."

The fax machine buzzed, and the truth Tang Di was looking for was revealed bit by bit by the fax machine. He finally found the culprit who caused all the problems and mistakes, but surprisingly, the vague The black and white photo showed a young, strange woman, probably in her early twenties, with short, ear-length hair and a somewhat lazy look.

In the name column of this personal information form, there are only two simple Chinese characters:

Lord Shang.