Arknights, are you a good person?

Qi Yuan nodded.

"Qi Yuan, why did you sell me out?" The preserver's puzzled voice came from the headset.

"I didn't tell Kristen what you said specifically."

Qi Yuan shook his head helplessly. This guy had been locked up for too long. Sometimes he would suddenly act stupid and say some extremely naive words.

Christen's eyebrows were fixed, and she looked at Qi Yuan for a long time: "I didn't expect that he was still here. The preservers never stayed for so long in the past... You don't have to tell him what he said. I know everything just by thinking with your tail."

Qi Yuan took a look at Christen's tail, a typical Pelo's tail, like a big golden retriever.

"He probably doesn't want to die, right?" Christen said calmly. "According to the agreement, he will use the remaining energy after ten thousand years to break through the sky, and then commit suicide before the President finds him. But after seeing you, a fellow tribesman... Based on my understanding of him, Mr. Preserver probably doesn't want to die anymore, right?"

It really is.

Qi Yuan heard the preserver's sigh of frustration, and he also sounded a little embarrassed, as if his face was blushing.

Kristen did not mention this

But Qi Yuanju remained calm and tried his best not to let Christen read his expression.

This is professional ethics.

"According to Magellan's report, you have a way to modify the vehicle so that nothing can block your way while you are driving?" Christen asked with interest.

Qi Yuan nodded. Although there was this method, it was not his first choice for escape.

Over the past week, the mobile city of Tremon has drawn an intricate trajectory in the wilderness, waiting for Qi Yuan to use himself as a pen to add the final stroke.

If something really happened, such as being besieged by General Pigeon, Qi Yuan could transform into a tutor and fly thousands of miles away at lightning speed.

But this reminded Qi Yuan of one thing.

He was stunned for a moment, and looked at the majestic rocket next to him again. He suddenly had a different feeling - three hundred meters high, wide at the bottom and narrow at the top, with an extremely slender body. The tip of the rocket was like a sword, piercing straight into the sky.

It is sealed in a deep well, like it is trapped in a sheath.

"Eh……"

Qi Yuan was a little distracted and was only pulled back to reality after a long while by Kristen.

She nodded slightly, showing respect for Qi Yuan, or the civilization behind Qi Yuan: "Can I ask you to rescue Mr. Preserver at the critical moment? Take his consciousness carrier and fly away, away from Columbia... Maybe when he meets you, he can tell you the coordinates."

Qi Yuan nodded.

"I'll use my subjective initiative."

Although he agreed, it was obvious that Qi Yuan had his own ideas.

474: Qi Yuan's Ambition

"Qi Yuan, why did you agree?"

After the communication, Christen went to make the final preparations and tried on the heavy space suit, leaving Qi Yuan where he was to communicate with the preserver.

The preserver asked in confusion: "I thought you would tell the little animals who were kept in the dark about this, and then stage a chaotic drama, with the cold-faced little golden retriever being hit hard, a set of friendship-breaking punches..."

"Just wait a moment."

Qi Yuan frowned. It was normal for this old antique to become lively after seeing humans, but why were the words he used becoming more and more modern?

"When the Internet first came out in Colombia, I was already connected to it," the preserver reminded Qi Yuan calmly, "I'm like a ghost, watching with cold eyes how a group of small animals led by AI have gone crazy all the way to where they are today."

It turned out to be caused by surfing the Internet.

Qi Yuan nodded, no longer having any strange thoughts.

"In Kristen's imagination, my anthropomorphic AI might be covered by a huge cabinet with several hard drives inside. It can run around when the power is cut off and can be revived when the power is plugged in... It's so naive."

"I am the Preserver Project itself. I cannot move an inch. At most, I can only release a sub-body to keep in sync with the main body three thousand meters underground."

"So you have to die?"

Qi Yuan continued his words: "In order to prevent the Pigeon General from obtaining the key civilization, so that the civilization of Columbia will start to soar, and then affect the survival of civilization... Mr. Trevor Friston, sacrifice for the greater good."

"Uh……"

The preserver was speechless for a moment.

"Can you be more open?" Qi Yuan shook his head, "Start by speaking your true thoughts."

"..."

The Preserver paused.

"I want to help Christen break the star pod without sacrificing my life. I also want to stop the excavation of that violent bird-shaped AI and protect Christen, so that she can return safely after touching the sky instead of dying in the sky."

“That’s a lot of requests.”

Qi Yuan sighed with emotion, and the Preserver's unpleasant voice came from the other side, "Didn't you ask me to speak my truest thoughts? The reason why a wish is a wish is, of course, because it is out of reach and cannot be realized..."

"But it doesn't matter."

Qi Yuan suddenly changed his tone: "I am a person who specializes in making wishes come true."

"Please describe in detail what a star pod is. Don't use advanced physics knowledge, or I won't understand!"

Just now, when Christen was acting as a tour guide, she added a bunch of academic terms fluently and enthusiastically. Although Qi Yuan didn't understand them, he kept smiling and nodding, pretending to understand everything.

Now the cultural level of high school students has been exposed, and they are righteously demanding that the preservers engage in popular science.

"as you wish……"

After all, it was the only one left. The preserver did not hesitate at all and immediately began to organize his words, using all his strength to describe the profound physics knowledge in a simple and easy-to-understand way.

It's more tiring than fighting with someone.

Star pods have never been simple physical barriers, but rather a silence zone of hundreds of meters that shields the energy itself. In this zone, all mechanical devices will fail and all electromagnetic waves will be blocked. It is a veritable death zone.

"I thought it was a huge piece of glass reflecting the stars. Because of the distance, the moon appeared as a double image in the glass, and the other stars were deflected at different angles."

"You know a little bit about basic optics... but not much."

The preserver tried to speak tactfully. "But the star pod is not such a simple thing. Only by releasing a huge amount of energy can we offset part of the star pod and allow Christen's rocket to pass through the gap and reach the starry sky. This involves some formula calculations, and the rotation of the planet during this period must also be taken into account..."

As he was speaking, the preserver shut up.

He didn't even know whether Qi Yuan understood it or not.

"I gradually understand everything." Qi Yuan immediately said that he understood and told the preserver not to worry.

"I feel relieved knowing that the Star Pod is not a physical barrier." He immediately asked, "If someone simply uses brute force to throw something upwards, can they successfully pass through the Star Pod?"

"You are dreaming." The Preserver said firmly.

Qi Yuan still did not give up and asked: "If I turn a 300-meter-long rocket into a sword and control the sword to fly upwards, can it cut through the sky?"

"You want to be like before?"

The preserver on the other end seemed to frown and think hard.

Qi Yuan struck while the iron was hot and added his glorious deeds of using all his strength to control a moving piece of land and crushing two inner guards.

When Qi Yuan uses the [Ceope Memory], everything he touches and controls will have terrifying physical properties - the sharp front end will not be damaged at all no matter how it is hit, and it will not even consume the original energy.

"..."

"I admit that I was moved."

After a long silence, the Preserver spoke out his true thoughts: "But can you do it? What help do you need from me?"

"Nothing is needed."

Qi Yuan waved his hand indifferently: "My swordsmanship is no longer the same as it used to be."

Be confident and act naturally and easily.

Controlling the big robot was extremely difficult before, and controlling a 50x50 moving plot required the risk of one's life. But with Xi's involuntary help, Qi Yuan was confident that he could do it even if the target was a -meter-high rocket.

"Okay, let's get started."

Qi Yuan rubbed his hands and began to say goodbye to the department heads.

"The launch is about to begin, don't you want to watch?" Saria asked curiously.

"I want to see the distant view." Qi Yuan said confidently.

Taking the elevator, Qi Yuan came to the ground. He saw the soldiers who were knocked unconscious by Saria. They were lying straight on the ground, a total of 160 people. Jeston was lying among them, and there was no sense of incongruity at all.

Severe coma.

When he reached the ground, Qi Yuan stretched his body facing the sky and noted down the specific location of the launch site.

"What you want to see is coming soon. Remember to draw me handsome then." Qi Yuan muttered to himself and talked to the air next to him.

"what?"

The preserver was extremely puzzled.

"I'm not talking to you." Qi Yuan said unhappily, "Xi, if you're here, just say something."

"I don't want to talk to you."

Xi said unhappily, "I will draw you as small as possible, so small that you are inconspicuous. I want to see how far an idealist can go. This is not a nanny operation without any suspense. You have too much sense of security."

"No, I didn't mean to say Qi Yuan felt very secure. Little angel, you actually followed others and presumptuously speculated on my meaning. It's ridiculous."

"You and your halo make me feel sad!"

An exchange seemed to take place in the painting, ending with Xi's sarcasm as gentle as the breeze and drizzle.

475: Manned space flight, launched (3 more)

A jeep was driving in the wilderness.

This situation, unsurprisingly, attracted much attention. Countless pieces of information were sent to President Max's storage device, and after being calculated by its AI brain, a terrifyingly accurate big data prediction was formed.

"Holhaiya succeeded and realized her own value."

The energetic owl doll stood on the tin man's shoulder and calmly gave orders: "Tin man, remove her from the Melander Foundation. From now on, there will be no one named Holhaiya among your men."

"Yes, Mr. President."

The Tin Woodman raised his hat.

"There is an 80% chance that Qi Yuan's outstanding performance was appreciated by his father. He rushed there in such a hurry to say his final goodbye to his father."

"Before my father takes his own life, please invite him over to build a greater Columbia together."

"Make this country the sword and shield of all of Terra!"

The President has no spies at Rhine Life.

Just by connecting various intelligences, a clear thread can be constructed. By using big data and analysis, he can even make accurate predictions. Powerful computing power was the key factor that enabled Columbia to defeat the old Victorian nobles.

"Tell the Foundation's agents to pay attention. The opportunity is only a brief moment. I am not sure I can convince my father."

"Yes, Mr. President."

The Tin Woodman raised his hat again.

"If necessary, I will forcibly bring my father here... For Colombia and for our cause, I must do this." The president puffed out his chest, flapped his wings, and his heart was surging.

"Wait a minute, I'll have lunch first."

Tin Man, the president of the Melander Foundation, pulled over and shouted to the clerk at the hamburger fast food restaurant: "Give me some industrial polymer to fill your stomach."

"gentlemen?"

The clerk shook his head in confusion.

"Wrong, I want two No. 9 meals, one large No. 9 meal, one No. 6 meal with sauce, one No. 7 meal, two No. 45 meals, one with cheese, and a large soda..."

"Tin Man, what are you doing?"

"Enjoy life." The Tin Man replied confidently.

Colombia has developed a unique fast food culture. The fast food restaurants are designed like toll booths at the entrance of a highway. Cars stop at the window to order food, then drive around and pick up the food from another window. You don't even have to get out of the car during the entire process. It is a model of efficiency and convenience.

The Tin Man took the meal and drove away contentedly, before issuing orders to the agents of the Melander Foundation.

"What about you, Mr. President?"

He asked, tilting his head.