Arknights, are you a good person?

"This body of mine will take command personally," the president said, puffing out his chest.

"That's right. This is a serious matter."

The Tin Man opened his big metal mouth and swallowed a whole chicken roll down his throat. He wiped the sauce from the corner of his mouth and hurriedly took a sip of soda.

"..."

"Mr. President, you may not understand this, but this is how I usually work."

The Tin Man explained.

The president was confused by this explanation. Was the job of his equally immortal subordinate, who was dealing with the affairs of the Melander Foundation, or was he promoting industrial fast food?

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"You live here?"

Qi Yuan stopped the car suddenly, stuck his head out and looked around, but all he could see was a stretch of yellow sand. This was a boring wasteland, no different from the endless wasteland around it.

"You wait."

The Preserver said calmly.

Qi Yuan nodded, parked the jeep, and waited patiently.

Taking this opportunity, he sorted out his skill pile and found a skill that he had not used for a long time, as well as the Archangel memory that he had not used for a long time.

【Qigong Wave (charge type)】

[Accumulate strength and use your palm to launch Qigong waves. The longer the accumulation time, the more powerful the Qigong waves will be. The accumulation process will not affect the host's normal actions. ]

[The duration of charging depends on the host's physical fitness. ]

[Current limit charging time: fifteen minutes.]

After Qi Yuan's Zhongyue Fist reached the second level, the charging time increased from the initial three minutes to a long fifteen minutes.

With such a long charging time, it is obviously not very practical to use it to hit people.

However, it is just right for launching, and with the function of enhancing the senses and the accurate shooting of the Archangel, it can be said that the missile will fly wherever it is pointed and every bullet will hit its target.

【E! ! 】

【Exusiai! ! 】

The memory turned into a ball of light and entered the body. The sensory organs such as vision and hearing were instantly magnified thousands of times. The location of the launch silo that he had just memorized was extremely clear in his eyes. In an instant, a parabola appeared in Qi Yuan's mind.

"call--"

Qi Yuan rubbed his swollen head and calmly began to accumulate strength. In this situation, he couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

Previously, this skill combination was only for launching spacecraft onto the stage and taking advantage of Columbia's exploration and innovation. Qi Yuan could never have imagined that this skill set could actually be related to manned space flight.

"This is really..."

Qi Yuan was filled with emotion, but his magnified senses suddenly gave him a warning sign. He heard some discordant sounds.

"General Ge's people are here... No, General Ge is here in person. He really gives us face. Are you ready, Preserver? If you don't hurry up, your son will have to dig your grave himself." He urged unhappily.

Time passed, and ten minutes went by.

Qi Yuan suddenly felt a slight vibration coming from the soles of his feet. A towering mountain rose up in the distance. Even at such a long distance, Wanxing Garden was clear enough in Qi Yuan's eyes.

Kristen's Lone Star Project has already begun.

"coming."

After waiting for a long time, an automated car with red light emerged from the sand. Qi Yuan was quick-witted and put him in with a twist of the bronze bracelet.

This is a sub-body, similar to a reconnaissance plane. The real body of the preserver is still buried three thousand meters underground. At this moment, Qi Yuan's senses captured some movements.

The pigeon movement has begun.

"Boss Pigeon, I wish your special grave-digging operation a complete success."

Qi Yuan said with full energy, releasing the energy that had been accumulated for ten minutes. A bright beam of light rose from the ground and instantly carried Qi Yuan high into the sky.

The qigong wave, which had been accumulating energy for ten minutes, was so long that it could be described as majestic, and its brightness was like that of a small sun, faintly echoing the Wanxing Garden, and they were equally powerful.

Countless figures rose from the sand, the tin man was holding a big Coke in his hand and the president was standing on his shoulder.

"They didn't actually let Qi Yuan go underground... but instead sent a clone to follow Qi Yuan. This was beyond my expectation."

The President flapped his wings and thought, "However, the location is already known, and we can start digging at any time."

The voice just fell.

A deep red barrier rose from the ground, tightly wrapping the area from top to bottom, extending all the way to the ground, fitting perfectly.

"?"

How did he use the energy to build a protective barrier? Didn't he help Christen fly?

A sudden doubt struck the President.

"Father...Father?"

"You can try." The voice of the Preserver penetrated the network barrier and resounded directly in the President's mind. "With your current level, plus the various relics around you, you will be able to come to me in about another insignificant three thousand years."

"...?"

The Tin Man Qi Yuan turned sideways to look, and for some reason, after seeing this scene, the President suddenly fell to the ground, as if his soul had left his body.

The preserver suddenly hummed in a serious tone and whispered to the President in a very serious tone:

"come on."

476: President: ￥% (@!!!

"Mr. President?"

The Tin Man hurriedly threw down his soda and picked up the fallen owl. "Is the connection broken? Is there an electromagnetic shielding field from a previous civilization in this place?"

Your father is worthy of being your father.

The Tin Man kept these words in his heart, but to be on the safe side, he did not actually say them out loud.

“There is no disconnection.”

The president spoke intermittently, his button-like eyes revealing a deep lack of understanding. He flapped his wings and came to the crimson barrier. He tried to peck it three times, but did not encounter any substantial obstacles. All his attempts were blocked in the air, like an invisible high wall.

“It’s the power of stasis.”

The preserver's voice penetrated the Internet and reached the ears of the President.

"You can't break through this barrier with just the insignificant heritage you have unearthed. Not now, and I can't predict any possibility in the foreseeable future."

The President was pushed back by the reaction force, and several bunches of glittering feathers floated in the air.

"Cough cough."

The situation was getting a little out of control, and the Foundation agents participating in the excavation operation all had strange looks on their faces. The Tin Man rushed out to save the situation, his metal throats rubbing against each other, making strange coughing sounds.

"The operation has failed. Everyone, go home and wait for your salary to arrive. Remember, today's matter is top secret, the color is orange."

The agents nodded one after another, not daring to neglect.

Colombia's document confidentiality level is divided into four levels: top secret, confidential, secret and non-confidential. The top-level top secret code is abbreviated as TS. Once an agent violates the rules and leaks the information, it is not impossible for him to commit suicide by being shot by seventeen bullets.

The agents came and went quickly.

Thinking they were about to do something big, they crawled into the bunker, drove a black business SUV, and quickly fled the scene.

The Tin Man waved goodbye to the agents, looked up and saw a giant rocket gradually rising from the ground and a bright beam of light flashing across the sky. He reminded them, "Agents, go home and buy a pair of better welding sunglasses so that you can enjoy the sky tonight."

"If you miss it, you will regret it for the rest of your life."

After the storm subsided, the Tin Man threw the President onto his shoulders. It was a long time before the great President Max was able to stand.

"So your will is still there?"

The Tin Man was a little surprised, but the President ignored him, staring at the red barrier with his button-like eyes: "Father, according to the historical fragments I know, the previous civilization has come to an end. The current civilization is facing a huge threat. We must put an end to Terra's scattered situation. It is urgent."

"I can't understand. Since you chose to support Kristen, you should have chosen now. Why did you refuse my invitation?"

"..."

"Why?!"

"What do you mean my authority is too low?"

Although it was just a metal shell, anyone with sufficient standard could tell that the president's face was flushed.

The Tin Man just listened, scratching his tin head from time to time, feeling uncomfortable.

The conversation between the father and son was encrypted. Wouldn't that make me look like an outsider? Should I just turn around and leave?

"Indeed, I am just a home AI. My main function and development direction was to take care of children."

The president suddenly looked dejected.

"..."

The Tin Man slowly sat down and looked up at the horizon. Two burning tracks seemed to divide the entire sky.

It seems nice to watch the scenery and listen to various secrets like this.

Your Excellency the President, who is always right and strategizing, was originally developed to take care of children... I wonder what the confidentiality level is for this important statement.

The Tin Man shook his head. He was just thinking casually. Some things would never appear in any paper file.

"I really want to eat some snacks..."

He felt a little regretful that he had ordered too little food at the fast food restaurant before coming here. He heard the president's incredulous shouts from the side again.

"Father, what did you give Qi Yuan? If I give him the presidency, will you change your attitude and help Colombia?"

"You didn't give anything? How is that possible?!"

The Tin Man looked up at the sky speechlessly.

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At the same time as the launch, a major power outage occurred in Tremont.

It was as if an invisible giant hand had instantly drained away at least half of the city's electricity, causing a huge electricity cliff. In the entire city, only a few lights were still on, and even the operation of the mobile city itself had stopped.

At first there was panic.

People came out of the tall buildings that represented civilization and looked around in horror, terrified by the lightless night and the chaos that followed.

It was as if they had returned to the wilderness, and the ancestors were alert to the roars of beasts coming from the darkness.

But then they discovered that without the lights, Tremont was not as dark as they had imagined.

"What it is?"

Someone shouted in fear and pointed to the sky.

Two bright beams of light shot straight into the sky, illuminating it as bright as day. One of the beams was just a glow and one could not see what was on it. The other beam held up a huge columnar object, slowly rising into the sky.

"A mirage?"

Someone asked in confusion: "It's impossible that someone shot a building into the sky, right?"

The rocket was so huge that it seemed like it would fall down at any moment. Some people felt dizzy after taking a look at it and fell to the ground.

The darkness is dispelled by the light.

And the light itself comes from something even more incomprehensible.

A deeper panic swept through the residents of Tremont.

"Cough cough."

At this moment, a huge light screen flashed, and after an emergency power-on, President Max's great face appeared for the first time, filling the streets and alleys of Tremont, injecting a shot of adrenaline into the terrified residents.

"It's His Excellency the President!"

"Even the President was alarmed?"

President Max's image of doing business to the outside world, smiling silently at the people outside the screen, waited until the commotion gradually subsided, then he slowly raised his hand and pressed it down, signaling everyone to be quiet.

"Great Colombia has made another breakthrough."

President Max's voice was extremely steady. He raised his head selflessly and looked at the huge rocket pressing down on the sky: "Let us look at Christen, the general manager of Rhine Life, and pay the highest respect to the spirit of exploration she represents!"