Son of the Stars

Chapter 127
Although Yang Weimin's "statement" started poorly, it still had an effect.

According to Yang Weimin’s statement, the entire 20-kilometer radius around the Academic Committee’s office has been directly included in the cleaning scope of Chongyang Heavy Industry with the permission of the coalition government.

According to Tang Qinglong's analysis, the coalition government seems to be trying its best to avoid direct exchange of fire with the rebels this time - handing them over to Chongyang Heavy Industry to resolve the entire incident into a "violent attack."

But the thirteen members of the Academic Committee... what about their safety?
Yang Weimin did not mention anything about the internal members of the Academic Committee in his statement, as if the office building of the Academic Committee is currently empty and there is no need to worry at all.

Colonel Roberts, who speaks like a robot, explained this.

"We are not a specialized hostage rescue team. If we carry out a hostage rescue mission rashly, the biggest possibility is that the mission fails and everyone is killed." Roberts said, "The instructions from the impact line are to stay outside the academic committee. There are other things going on inside. The unit will solve it.”

Shock Line is a weakened version of the SS's tactical AI, Shock Wave, which weakens the planning capabilities of mechanized and joint operations, but enhances the planning level of saboteurs and target guarding.It is the main tactical AI system of the Chongyang Heavy Industry Guards.

It is also one of the most important references for the escort team when conducting tactical command.

Since the impact line has said so, it must make sense.The Federal Guard and the coalition government also agreed to this arrangement and made it clear that they would take over the rescue work of the academicians.

Having said that, the guards of Chongyang Heavy Industry have currently completed the blockade around the Academic Committee.There was still absolutely no word from the Allied SS rescue teams.

It seems that they are not at all anxious about rescuing the executive members of the Academic Committee.
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"I need to go to the toilet." In the vast conference hall, in Seat 45, Group 37, Area C, the academicians who had been sitting next to each other for three hours finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Even if you are not allowed to rest, and you are not given food or water... then at least you can go to the toilet, right?

"I need to go to the toilet." Academician Yuan Siping stood up and said to the guard holding a gun on the side, "It has been several hours. Please provide us with water and food - several committee members still need to take medicine regularly. Our They’re all there in the office.”

"Sit back!" The guard holding the gun was obviously a farm boy from near Florida. He was young but had a beard, and his clothes were bulging with tendons. His words basically started with "Mother Fucker" and ended with "Dum" Ass ending.Highlights a violent temper and mental instability.

"Oh oh oh!" The superior behind the young guard quickly interrupted his subordinate's reaction, "Hey, Michael, you should show respect to Mr. Yuan - the rice that saved your farm is Mr. Yuan's masterpiece."

"Tsk." Michael, who had a cigarette pouch in his upper lip, glared at Yuan Siping, turned around and spat out a mouthful of saliva mixed with tobacco oil and nicotine, and then tapped the seat next to him with the muzzle of his gun, "You can solve it right here!"

Yuan Siping also saw that this boy might have some mental problems, so he turned his attention to the superior who was obviously more stable.

"Sorry, Mr. Yuan." The man showed an apologetic smile. "I need to report the situation to my superiors. Please wait for 10 minutes." After saying that, he walked dozens of steps into the distance. Started to report to the intercom.

As for the young man whose mental state was not very stable, he squinted at Yuan Siping, spat again and asked very rudely, "Is what he said true?" "What?" Yuan Siping couldn't help it for a moment. Understand what this guy is talking about.His mind reacted for a while before he suddenly realized, "You mean those rice?"

"Did you make those seeds?" The other party ignored Yuan Siping. He just stared at Yuan Siping, fiddling with the gun intentionally or unintentionally, "Those... Harvest No. 6?"

"Yes." It is useless even if Yuan Siping wants to deny this kind of thing. The harvest series of hybrid rice is his life-long effort.Relevant information is everywhere, and you can find a lot of news reports with just a little searching.

What's more, Yuan Siping had no intention of hiding anything.His hybrid rice increased the rice grain yield to [-] kilograms per mu. Although the taste was a little lacking, it fed the bellies of countless people.

This is an honor, a glorious medal - why should we hide it?
The young man looked at Yuan Siping with squinted eyes, and after a long time, he nodded towards him.

And came with a very vague "thank you".

"Mr. Yuan, please come here." The superior officer who finished the report turned sideways and made way for the passage. "I'm sorry, the originally scheduled service staff is unwell, and the supply of food and water will have to wait a little longer. .”

Yuan Siping, who was suffocated and couldn't walk smoothly, took two steps and suddenly asked, "Those service staff, why are they uncomfortable?"

"High fever." The superior officer said helplessly. "The military doctor suspected that they might have been poisoned, but they could not find the source of the poison."

Yuan Siping's pace slowed down, and then he started to walk quickly again, "That's serious. We need to evacuate to the hospital quickly, right?"

"What do we have to say now? This is our command center." The officer shrugged, "Don't worry, Mr. Yuan, as long as the corrupt coalition government is resolved, we can all go home. .”

As Yuan Siping walked to the bathroom, his expression was tangled and contradictory.He looked like he was in pain, and the accompanying officer couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Yuan, are you okay?"

"What can happen to me!" Yuan Siping blew his beard and glared angrily, "It's just my lower back pain from holding in my urine for an hour or two! It has nothing to do with you people!"

His legs were slightly trembling as he walked towards the bathroom.
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In the cliff cave base of the Bay of Biscay, dozens of robots wearing white coats were shuttling back and forth next to a huge silver magnetic accelerator.

"That's it." S3C7's voice was as calm as ever, "The system parameters are in line with the design specifications, and there were no problems in the first trial run." It changed the topic very smoothly, "What are the goals you set? ?”

"I just filled in the coordinates casually." No. 42 raised his head from behind S3C7, looked at the data on the screen and shrugged, "If it works, you can see a beautiful fireworks. If it doesn't work... ...Then you need to take care of this machine."

(End of this chapter)