The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2558 A Pot of Porridge
One world, one dream: some flirt and indulge in debauchery, while others beat their parents and live in chaos.

The airspace surrounding the base —

"Base 3/7 is calling for water diversion, Base 3/7 is calling for water diversion, that guy with code name 5973, which waterway are you on? You've been jumping around like a monkey the whole way!"

"See that close-in weapon system I'm mounting? Doesn't it look like your grandma's big asshole?"

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It's still Old Wolf, still the same old story, still Captain Kang.

Crew members without ships have no human rights. Ever since the Tango Wolf was bombed into giant fireworks, they were immediately assigned new tasks upon their return. They were downgraded from air traffic control to temporary cargo control. All waterways, ports, and berthing areas within the entire base now had to give way to the war zone. The sheer amount of work involved was enough to make even the most sycophantic lackeys sigh in despair.

"This damn ship isn't even as big as my shoe!" Lao Di paced back and forth on the deck in a fit of rage, using a decent energy matrix gun as a signal flare, firing first and then asking questions at the drop of a hat: "Damn it, when are you going to deliver the latest model of translator I ordered? Are you guys in the service post all busy eating shit?"

Captain Kang and Old Wolf looked at each other and said, "Let's have some tea!"

The base is no longer the same as before. Its size and the volume of people and goods coming and going are terrifying. Now, the higher-ups suddenly demand that it be completely cleared out within 48 hours. It's a complete mess with a thousand and one problems. Even with all the available resources, the cattle and horses are working non-stop and there's simply no room for maneuver.

Captain Kang and Old Wolf huddled in a corner of the deck with their tea table, clinking glasses and chatting happily: "Wolf, after we finish serving this area, the higher-ups will definitely give us a new ship so we can go to Snow Dragon City and do a damn good job. Do you believe it or not?"

Old Wolf clicked his tongue: "I almost believed it! Now just ask anyone who's still breathing, who doesn't want to go, and who can get the job! The three main defensive units at the base, Goldfish, Nightingale, and Panda, are fighting tooth and nail for this spot. What are we? Our unit is so small, how can we compare to their own son?"

"Damn it! Boosting the enemy's morale while diminishing our own!" Li Cang was drunk, and Captain Kang was probably drunk from tea; their dark faces were flushed red. "We may not have done anything outstanding, but we certainly put in the effort! We've been to the Rift Space!"

Old Wolf waved his hand and lowered his voice: "I heard that, apart from those who have already started the first round, we need to fill out a form first?"

Captain Kang coldly uttered a curt "Hmm!"

"We need to register before the second and third rounds!" Old Wolf said, clicking his teeth. "Otherwise, our old fox might just eat us alive!"

"No doubt about it. The three of us have wives and kids, we're all in the prime of our lives, and we've been to the Rift Space Zone before. I'll write all of that down later, and I don't believe they'll send the report back to me!"

"No, wait a minute, you mean you haven't written it yet? The truth is, the truth is, there's a traitor among us!"

"Damn it, keep your voice down." Captain Kang jolted awake, scratching his head and looking conflicted: "There's a short essay at the end, and with my level of education, I'm the kind of contestant who can only come up with six words in seven days. I'm trying to figure out how to write it."

"Holy crap, the humanities department is making a comeback?"

"Who says otherwise? Damn it, I'm so angry about this. I asked some college students at the Central University, and do you know how much these days, a ghostwriter charges? Six hundred, six hundred Destiny Coins, a calendar? I wouldn't dare ask a living person for six hundred!"

"This guy's a college student? He's clearly a thug!"

"Ah, I just casually complained a few times, and before I even understood what was going on, the entire literary association blocked me!"

"Useless trash, you're not even as good as a bandit!"

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The field of vision widens, and the orbit ascends. Centered on the Little Black Wave, within an airspace of 1,800 kilometers in radius, island chains crisscross, ships and cargo shuttle back and forth, and countless modified islands or giant mutated bloodline creatures relentlessly force out subspace channels, fully loaded with armed forces, coiling around the controlled airspace like mosquito coils.

A starlight-like lamp flickered faintly, silently scanning everything below. Just as it was about to package the information, beams of elegantly curved national protection array light casually packaged and destroyed it along with hundreds of monitoring devices and biological objects of various types.

“The Confederation of America…” Bei Zhikang clicked his tongue in the command center. “The whole world knows that now is the best time to find out our strength. This can’t go on.”

Zhao Yang nodded: "Expand, expand the scale of the base. With the second phase of the National Protection Array underway, the base is now a giant transit station, so there's no need to worry about over-consumption!"

Bei Zhikang looked at Wu Nansen: "Old Wu, Old Si, what do you guys say?"

Wu Nansen said, "Xiao Zhao is right. Now is our best opportunity. We're at the forefront of the storm. Even a pig could fly if it stood on it!"

"Let's do it!" Bei Zhikang said. "We'll accumulate strength and unleash it at any cost. We'll use the resources gathered at the base to build an unsinkable logistical fortress against the Zerg!"

Zhao Yang warned: "War Fortress!"

"What?"

"The logistics department is so spineless."

"Yawn~" Rao Qifang, tired from playing Candy Crush, finally put down her tablet and stood up from the other end of the conference table, stretching and yawning: "Why are you all looking at me? You guys continue, continue~"

Meng Liangchao muttered in a low voice, "Instructor Rao, this...this isn't appropriate, is it?"

To everyone's surprise, Rao Qifang nodded in agreement: "Indeed, it's not appropriate. You guys continue chatting, I'm going to the cafeteria to get some food. Do you need anything?"

Bang.

The door closed again.

Meng Liang remained silent, while Zhao Yang's heart and eyes were filled with undisguised envy.

Boss Bei slammed his fist on the table, his old face contorted with worry: "What are you looking at, you little brat Zhao Yang? Either you figure out a way to make either of these two change their minds, or you can just wait to jump into the pit I left behind!"

Zhao Yang almost fainted from anger at the old man: "No way, what the hell does this have to do with me? Ask Meng Liang, his whole group of officials are ravenous!"

Meng Liang was displeased this time, and it seemed as if his mind had suddenly become clear. He spoke fluently: "I'm no good. I'm just a lowly soldier leader. I can't even speak properly. You tell me where to go and I'll go. That's it. You can't talk to me about this."

The old strategist suddenly snapped out of his reverie, and as expected of a seasoned artist, he spouted golden phrases: "Don't rush, don't panic. Little Li still has a Book of the Dead. Once you're done for, he can just revive you. I've already got everything sorted out for you, exactly as it is. Bian Xiu witnessed it firsthand, and Tao has seen it all. All wrapped up, all wrapped up!"

"Bang!"

The guards outside the door, facing the batch of alien alloy ashtrays that burst out of the door—supposedly carved by a certain sorcerer and sent as a gift—along with a string of curses following behind them, kept their eyes down, pretending they had been blind for three to five years.

nostalgia.

I miss the days when Princess Zhen was on duty.

Even though their job theoretically requires them to take responsibility and face risks at all times, they really don't want to take such responsibility or risk. If this were on the base's territory, right under their noses, and any one of them cracked open the head of any other, would that be considered mutual fighting or excessive self-defense? Should they break up the fight first or be sentenced first?