Chapter 797 Let You Fly First

Ancient civilizations were indeed extremely developed, able to use star energy extremely efficiently, and to carry out thorough transformation of planets.

As a product of planetary transformation, there are three famous large cracks on the surface of the stargate base, which look like three scars and three petals.

One of the cracks is where Xinshi College and Shou Er City are located, and it is also the only passage leading to the underground laboratory.

There is also a rift south of the equator. The number of ordinary residents is relatively small, and there are few cities, most of which are related to Starfleet.

Especially the second layer under the earth's crust is a huge dock for warships to berth and repair, known as the exclusive second area.

There are tens of millions of people living in the exclusive second district. There are many universities and technical colleges, as well as many companies that have both military and civilian identities. Among them, the largest transshipment company used to belong to the Mo family, but has now been expropriated by the government. I don't know if the Miss Mo family will have the opportunity to return to the university affiliated to the base for further studies.

The Lieyang battleship was moored on the huge dock, looking like a majestic mountain range.

In the interstellar era, most of the time, battleships will choose to conduct maintenance in space, and only in very special cases will they land on the surface.

Even the residents of the exclusive second district rarely have the opportunity to see the latest warships at such a close distance. It coincides with the rest day, and many people bring their families to the maintenance base for sightseeing and have a picnic on the grass, which is very lively.

Under the cover of the crowd, Jing Jiu, wearing a newly purchased blue sportswear, approached the base, passed several inspection checkpoints, and entered the building of the maintenance dock.

In the quiet changing room, he put the blue sportswear into the black shoulder bag, changed into the military uniform provided by Ran Donghan, pushed open the heavy metal door, stepped on the flat ground like a calm sea, and walked towards the Lieyang battleship.

Up to now, he has hacked into the military network several times, but he has not touched the deep core. He just left a lot of intercepted programs at will according to his instinctive consciousness, unable to form effective control. Especially after hearing that faint sigh in the depths of the battleship's network that day, he became more cautious.

Even so, it is still very easy for him to pass the scan and inspection of the Lieyang battleship through the authority in the bracelet.

No matter in Chaotian Continent or in this world, there are really very few things that can stop him, until now there is only the gravitational field.

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The Lieyang battleship looks very ordinary in the universe, but it looks extremely huge on the surface. After entering the interior, it is like entering a palace of a god, and it is very easy to feel small.

The sound of steady footsteps echoed in the quiet passage, and then gradually merged with more footsteps, and finally turned into a drum-like sound.

The living area of ​​the battleship has become a little noisy. Whether it is an officer or an ordinary soldier, they will always become more humane when eating.

The air was filled with the smell of food and the sound of complaining. The officers and soldiers on the Lieyang battleship have been grounded for more than ten days. After the battleship landed on the surface, they were strictly controlled. They were constantly being investigated by various departments, and they were already exhausted.

Jing Jiu was sitting in the farthest corner, with the brim of his military cap pressed down very low, and wearing sunglasses.

He couldn't smell the food, and judging from the color, it should be unpalatable, so he probably understood the reason for these complaints.

"If it's not a problem with the program, then what's going on? Besides, what does this have to do with us low-level machine repair soldiers? What are we locked up here for?"

"Keep your voice down... Ah, sir!"

A few soldiers with oil stains on their boots came over with dinner plates, and they found Jing Jiu's existence when they got very close.

Jing Jiu remained expressionless and ignored them.

Those machine repair soldiers hurriedly turned and left. Someone said with lingering fear: "Why is that major like a ghost? Did any of you see him there just now?"

"If you saw me, would you dare to complain just now?"

"What is that major sitting there for?"

"You didn't see the epaulets? They are from the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Maybe they came to investigate that case."

Accompanied by the discussion, more and more soldiers noticed Jing Jiu in the corner, looked at his military uniform epaulets, and felt his demeanor like an iceberg that was thousands of miles away from others. They all thought that he was a superior sent by the Ministry of Internal Affairs to investigate the case, so how dare they provoke him.

More and more warship officers and soldiers came to the living area. Now it is on the surface, and there is no need to be on duty. Everyone comes here to eat. In fact, this is also the requirement of the fleet's self-inspection-eating is a roll call to confirm that everyone is there.

A tiny sword light flashed on the night-like sunglasses.

Jing Jiu's gaze passed through the lens and flicked across every table in the living area.

In a very short time, he watched everyone, and started the second observation after a filter.

Hundreds of faces flitted before his eyes like light and shadow, stopping occasionally, and then moving again.

He found seventeen soldiers who had undergone plastic surgery, and his eyes went deep again, passing through the faces, and falling on the inner facial bones.

Some of these soldiers suffered serious facial injuries and needed medical plastic surgery, so most of the bones were repaired, mixed with a lot of alloy materials.

The rest of the people, in order to change their appearance, mostly did bone cutting.

Soon, he identified his suspects.

At a small, nondescript square table sat an officer.

The officer was very silent and had no companions. He kept his head down and kept eating, but he didn't eat much.

The real strong practitioners don't need to eat.

Jing Jiu thought in his heart.

With his gaze, he found that the officer had undergone a bone cutting operation, his appearance was still very ordinary, and several key parts of his facial bones had been strengthened with a very advanced alloy structure.

The most critical issue is that there is a powerful force hidden in this officer's body.

It is impossible for a strong man with such power to hold such an ordinary position on a battleship.

So, there is something wrong with this person.

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Hundreds of pictures unfolded before Jing Jiu's eyes, and then slowly stacked together.

In his consciousness, he followed the common methods of medical plastic surgery to restore the officer who underwent plastic surgery.

Those strengthening alloy structures are removed.

Fill in some white material according to the traces of bone cutting.

Those broken muscle fibers reconnect and then strengthen.

Smooth out the areas where the facial skin is uneven.

After about two minutes, those hundreds of pictures turned into a brand new face before his eyes.

The ring was slightly bright, and he entered the hidden network to find the database of the dead in the military department and began to compare it.

Soon, he got the answer.

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The middle-aged officer ate in silence.

Suddenly, he felt that someone was looking at him, and it wasn't the kind of looking with eyes.

He put the fork in his hand on the dinner plate, picked up a paper towel and wiped the corners of his mouth carefully, and looked up at the opposite side.

At some point, a young officer sat across from him, wearing sunglasses and pressing the brim of his hat, so he couldn't see his face clearly.

"Zhou Keqin?"

"yes."

"The confidential staff officer of the Central Office?"

"yes."

"Where were you when the accident happened that day?"

"I take turns and sleep in my room."

"Witness?"

"No."

"Someone saw you go to the line warehouse."

"That man is lying." The middle-aged officer named Zhou Keqin looked at the other side calmly and said calmly, "I want to ask who are you? You should not be an investigator from the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Why did you appear here? Why do you ask me these questions?"

"You're not Zhou Keqin either." The young officer sitting across from him was naturally Jing Jiu.

After seeing some remote surveillance photos, the middle-aged officer could easily guess his identity, and said in a deep voice, "Then who do you think I am?"

Jing Jiu said, "Fang Xiang, the former commander of the Starlink Fleet Assault Battalion, Liexing went to the stage, and you died."

The middle-aged officer was silent for a while, and said: "It seems that you have a really good relationship with the priests, and you found me so quickly."

Jing Jiu said, "If you want to kill me, you will die."

Fang Xiang's eyes were extremely calm, without any fear.

"Who is going to die? That night you survived by relying on the gravitational field, how do you escape face to face at this time?"

Just as he finished speaking, an extremely powerful aura erupted from his body.

A strong wind blew up in the living area of ​​the battleship, and countless dinner plates were blown to the ground, leftover soup and leftovers were scattered everywhere, and the greasy smell traveled with the wind.

The officers and soldiers of the fleet didn't know what happened at all, and the siren didn't sound. They subconsciously looked towards the place where the wind was blowing.

The small square table had been broken into pieces, dancing with the wind, Fang Xiang floated into the sky, and countless breaths poured into his body continuously.

Jing Jiu stood on the ground, his eyes fell on the man through the sunglasses.

Fang Xiang came to the sky and showed his power, only a short period of time passed.

But enough for him to kill this person a dozen times.

But he didn't move.

This is the first time he has encountered a strong practitioner of this civilization, and the other party is very likely to be related to that ascendant, he wants to observe it.

After about 0.7 seconds, the observation ended.

His mind moved slightly.

More than ten sword lights came out of the body and slashed towards the strong military man in the sky.

A dim light of pale blue illuminates one corner of the living area.

Shine! Shine! Shine! Shine!

A dense and crisp cutting sound sounded.

Fang Xiang is not dead.

At some point, his body was covered with a mecha made of heterogeneous alloys, and a blue light shone on his chest. It was unknown whether it was a processor or an energy center, emitting extremely powerful breath fluctuations.

There are more than a dozen very clear traces on the surface of the mecha.

Those sword lights were just sword intents, not real flying swords. They lacked sharpness and failed to cut through the hard outer layer of the mecha.

Anyway, he is the first person in this world who can block these sword lights.

Jing Jiu felt a little interesting, took off his sunglasses and put them in his pocket.