Ancient texts are clearly very developed, able to use stellar energy extremely efficiently, and can completely transform planets.

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

One of the cracks is the place where the Necropolis College, Masaji City is located, and it is also the only passage to the underground laboratory.

There is a crack south of the equator. The number of ordinary residents is relatively small and there are very few cities. Most of them are related departments of the Star Fleet.

Especially the second floor under the earth's crust is a huge dock where warships are parked and repaired, and is called the exclusive second zone.

There are tens of millions of people living in the exclusive second district, including many universities and technical colleges, and many companies with both military and civilian identities. The largest external transport company once belonged to the Mo family, but has now been levied by the government. I wonder if the Miss Mo family still has the opportunity to return to the base's affiliated university to further study.

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

In the interstellar era, most of the time, warships would choose to conduct maintenance in space, and only in very special circumstances would land on the surface.

Even residents of exclusive area 2 rarely have the opportunity to see the latest warships at such a close distance. On the day off, many people bring their families to the near maintenance base for sightseeing and picnics on the grass, which seems very lively.

Under the cover of the crowd, Jing Jiu wore a newly bought blue sportswear and approached the base. Through several inspection levels, he entered the interior of the repair dock building.

In the quiet dressing room, he put his blue sports clothes into his black backpack, put on the uniformed officer uniform provided by Ran Donghan, pushed open the heavy metal door, stepped onto the flat ground like a quiet sea, and walked towards the Lieyang battleship.

So far, he has invaded the military network several times, but has not touched the deep core yet. He just left many interceptors at will according to his instinct consciousness, and could not form effective control. Especially when he heard the faint sigh that day, he became more cautious after hearing the faint sigh.

Even so, it was still very easy for him to scan and inspect the Lieyang battleship through the authority in his bracelet.

Whether in Chaotian Continent or in this world, there are really few who can stop him, and so far 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 seems to enter a palace of gods, and it is very easy to feel small.

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

The battleship living area becomes a bit noisy, and whether it is an officer or an ordinary soldier, it always becomes 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 had been jailed for more than ten days. After the warship landed on the surface, they were even more strictly controlled and were constantly under investigation by various departments. They had already been unable to hold back.

Jing Jiu sat in the corner with his military cap brim pressing very low and wearing sunglasses.

He couldn't smell the food, and it should be very unpalatable based on the color, and probably understood the origin of these complaints.

"If it wasn't for the problem with the program, what was going on? Besides, what could this have to do with us, the lower level mechanics? What should we do if we lock us up here?"

"Speak less...ah, sir!"

Several soldiers with oil stains on their boots came over with a dinner plate. When they walked very close, they found Jing Jiu's existence. They were shocked and quickly stood attentive to salute.

Jing Jiu had no expression on his face and ignored them.

The mechanic soldiers quickly turned around and left. Someone said in fear: "Why is that major like a ghost? Who did you see others there just now?"

"If I saw me, would you dare to complain?"

"What did that major sit there and do?"

"You didn't see the epaulette? That was someone from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, maybe they were here to investigate that case."

Accompanied by the discussion, more and more soldiers noticed Jing Jiu in the corner. Looking at his military uniform and ejected shirts, feeling the temperament of keeping people thousands of miles away like an iceberg. They all thought that he was the superior sent by the Ministry of Internal Affairs to investigate the case, so how dare he provoke him?

More and more warship officers and soldiers came to the living area. They are now on the surface and do not need to be on duty. Everyone comes here to have dinner. In fact, this is also the requirement of the fleet's self-inspection - eating is to gather and call, confirm that everyone is there.

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

Jing Jiu's vision passed through the lenses and brushed across every table in the living area.

In a very short time, he finished reading everyone, and after a filter, he began to observe for the second time.

Hundreds of faces passed by his eyes like light and shadow, occasionally staying, and then moving again.

He found seventeen soldiers who had undergone plastic surgery, and his eyes went deeper again, passing through those faces, and landing on the facial bones inside.

Some of these soldiers were seriously injured on the face and needed medical plastic surgery, so most of the bones were repaired and mixed with a lot of alloy materials.

Most of the remaining people do bone-cutting to change their appearance.

Soon, he determined his suspicion.

A military officer sat next to a humble small square table.

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

A true strong practitioner does not need to eat.

Jing Jiu thought in his heart.

His vision found that the officer had undergone bone cutting surgery and his appearance was still very ordinary, and he had a very advanced alloy structure strengthened in several key areas of facial bones.

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

A strong man with this kind of power cannot be able to hold such an ordinary position on a warship.

So, this person has a problem.

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

In his consciousness, he recovered the officer who had plastic surgery according to common methods of medical plastic surgery.

Those reinforced alloy structures are removed.

Fill in some white materials according to the marks of the bone cutting.

Those broken muscle fibers reconnect and strengthen.

To smooth the areas where the facial skin is uneven.

About two minutes later, the hundreds of pictures turned into a brand new face in front of his eyes.

The ring lit up slightly, and he entered the hidden network to find the database of the deceased in the military headquarters to start making comparisons.

Soon, he got the answer.

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The middle-aged officer ate his meal silently.

Suddenly, he felt someone was looking at him, and not the kind of looking with his eyes.

He put the fork in his hand on the dining plate, picked up a tissue and wiped the corner of his mouth carefully, and raised his head to look at the opposite side.

A young officer sat opposite him at some point, wearing sunglasses and pressing on the brim of his hat, unable to see his face clearly.

"Zhou Keqin?"

"yes."

"Confidential Staff Officer of the Central Office?"

"yes."

"Where were you when something happened that day?"

"I take a rest and sleep in the room."

"Personal witness?"

"No."

"Someone saw you have been to the Line Warehouse."

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

"You are not Zhou Keqin either." The young officer sitting opposite is naturally Jing Jiu.

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

Jing Jiu said: "Fang Xiang, the former Starlink Fleet attack camp commander, Lixingxingdi, and you are dead."

The middle-aged officer was silent for a while and said, "It seems that you have a good relationship with the priest lineage. 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 will die? That night you could survive on the gravitational field. How could you escape when you face to face?"

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

A strong wind broke out in the battleship living area, and countless plates were blown to the ground, and the remaining soup and rice were sprinkled everywhere, and the greasy smell was passing by the wind.

The fleet officers and soldiers had no idea what had happened, and the alarm did not sound, and subconsciously looked at the place where the wind was rising.

The small square table had scattered into pieces, dancing with the wind, and the sound floated into the sky, and countless breaths continued to flow into his body.

Jing Jiu stood on the ground, his eyes passed through the sunglasses and fell on the person.

Fang Xiang came to the sky and showed his power, but it only took a short time to do so.
To be continued...