Wacker Snod hadn't seen his son Zhanfei for more than half a year, and since the anniversary event, he seemed to have disappeared from the world. Wacker was well aware www.biquge.info of Zhanfei's personality, probably because of the disagreement between his policy of non-resistance and his own wishes, which led him to leave him.

Wacker has often felt disheartened, but now that the Interstellar Freedom Alliance continues to expand and its influence in the galaxy, the struggle for power within the organization is becoming more and more apparent. In the last month alone, there have been two large-scale struggles in the zodiac field in charge of Lorna Deagila, and although Lorna is too bad, he is better than himself, and within five days he has quelled the struggle and punished several radicals. Afterwards, the teacher, Murdoch Labradous, just casually reprimanded him. The teacher himself knows in his heart that the current alliance is no longer the alliance it was at the beginning of its establishment.

Wacker arrived so powerless that at the end of last month, he asked his teacher to resign from his current position as head of the solar system. Murdoch quickly replied with two words - agree. Wacker looked at these two simple words, and for a moment did not know whether to rejoice or regret. Three days later, the Supreme Council of the Alliance approved Wacker's application and, after asking Wacker's opinion, agreed to transfer him to Jupiter, the third military region of the solar system, for a low-level propaganda campaign.

At least it gave him a little relief that he didn't transfer him elsewhere. WACKER recalls that the last time he went to Jupiter was decades ago, when the city under Europa's ice cap had just entered the completion stage, and he didn't know what the city looked like under the water. Wacker suddenly had a childlike curiosity in his heart, and he wanted to leave the intriguing centers of power right now and go deep into the people at the bottom and listen to them.

After a night of planning, WACKER arrived at Haiyan Airport the next morning with a ferry ticket. Due to the incident of Duke Fitley in the Barnard system a few days ago, the entry inspection of Haiyan Airport has become more stringent. After passing through five rigorous checks, WACKER entered the aviation hall and found the boarding gate, where he sat down on a chair in the corner. His gaze involuntarily fell to the take-off pad through the indestructible glass.

With the in-depth understanding of the nature of matter and the rapid progress of technology, when I think back to my childhood, a spaceship ride was expensive, and not everyone could ride it casually. At that time, there was no settlement dome outside the upper atmosphere above the Earth, and the concentration of carbon dioxide in the atmosphere was alarmingly high, and the whole earth became as hot as Venus due to the greenhouse effect. The nuclear waste from the nuclear power plant is buried deep in the ground, and as various major projects are carried out, it is re-excavated, and the radiation instantly destroys all life in tens of hundreds of square kilometers. The contraction of fossil fuels has led to turmoil in the empire, and the struggle between major families has become increasingly fierce. It wasn't until one day that nuclear physicists claimed to have mastered cold fusion that the situation changed dramatically.

Wacker's gaze swept over a spacecraft fifty or sixty meters high, and in the white cotton-like clouds under the dome, the solar panels covering the inside and outside of the dome and the microwave adapter that received the solar energy converted from the geostationary energy satellite could be faintly seen. The continuous flow of sunlight travels a distance of 1.5 billion kilometers and is re-transformed by human technology into the energy released by hydrogen fusion years in the sun, which is supplied to the various wanton "transformations" carried out by humans on the ground in order to satisfy their own desires.

Wacker's heart contracted violently, and he took his heart medicine out of his coat pocket with trembling hands, swallowing two pills before feeling a little more comfortable. Wacker let out a long breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his handkerchief, and his gaze drew back from a distance to a woman in purple clothes and long fiery red hair in the seat opposite. Summer had just passed, the weather was not too cold, the woman was wearing a knee-length skirt, two long evenly white legs crossed together, and with a slight tremor, the crystal sandal on her left foot was beating mischievously on the woman's big toe with red nail polish.

She is indeed a beauty!

Wacker coughed and looked away from the woman, probably because the waiting room was too quiet, and the coughing alarm the woman opposite. The woman looked up at him, smiled at him, and then lowered her head to continue to focus on the communicator in her hand, who she seemed to be talking to.

WACKER hasn't been married since his wife died in childbirth, and the most recent one-time event was three years ago. Suddenly, WACKER felt as if he was getting old. He smiled wryly, shook his head, and shook the ridiculous ideas out of his head. A few minutes later, the boarding began one after another. Wacker's seat was in the middle of the economy class, number 36, he sat down, buckled up his seat belt, put on his glasses to prevent vertigo, and felt not very at ease, took off his glasses and took out a potion from the small box on the armrest to inject himself, and then saw the red-haired woman sitting next to him.

"What a coincidence, I'm number thirty-seven!" the woman's voice was very crisp, like the kind of bird called the nightingale. The woman's eyes were purple and twinkled in the white light of the ship, like a mythical elf. What's even more strange is that the woman's skin is actually pale golden, with a transparent feeling.

Wacker felt a little embarrassed, nodded his head, and then quickly injected himself with the potion, when the spaceship took off to escape the gravitational pull of the earth, the feeling of being overweight was not something that a person of his age could bear. This agent can block the nerves for a short time, so that the discomfort during take-off is slightly relieved. In other words, to allow yourself to fall into a superficial state of fainting.

The woman also fastened her seat belt, and her perfect body was outlined. There were still ten minutes left before the ship took off, and the red-haired woman felt that there was some material, and rummaged through the small pockets behind the backrest of the front seat for a while, but there was nothing interesting, so her attention turned to Wacker beside her.

"My name is Diane, sir, what's your surname?" Diane said with a smile on her innocent and lovely face.

"Oh, what?" Wacker frantically removed his glasses, the potion working, making him a little sluggish.

"I mean, my name is Diane Penches, what's your last name, where is this going?" Diane repeated.

"Oh, my name is Wacker Snodder, and I'm going to Europa!"

"What? Are you, the same Mr. Wacker Snod of the Interstellar Freedom Alliance?"

Wacker looked at the surprised face full of youthful vitality in surprise, and suddenly felt a sense of pride in his heart, which he had not felt for a long time. Wacker smiled embarrassedly, the old man had become so powerless in front of such a young and beautiful girl.

"Uh, yes, I'm the same Wacker!" Wacker's ears slowly changed as he uttered the words, followed by the voices of many of the passengers who were boarding the ship around him, and the voices became heavier and heavier until they were gone.

Wacker shook his head vigorously so that he could hear the beautiful girl next to him more clearly, and he struggled to open his eyes, and the red-haired girl was gone, and the passengers were gone, leaving only himself in the entire ship. Wacker stood up and looked left and right, but there was no one. He ran out of the porthole and looked out, but the take-off apron outside was also empty, and there was only this "Exploration" in the airport of Nuoda.

"Wacker, what are you doing?"

Startled, Wacker jerked back to see his teacher, Murdoch, standing where economy and second class connect. Wacker wondered, when did the teacher come?

"I, I would have ......" Wacker didn't know what was going on, he pointed inside the cabin and then looked outside the ship, confused for a moment.

"Wacker, your heart, your heart is shaken, so now your eyes are empty, nothing!" Murdoch's voice echoed through the cabin, as if a wake-up call was striking Wacker's ears.

"No, teacher, I didn't waver!" Wacker cried out in pain, covering his ears, "I never wavered!"

"But how do you explain the situation?"

"No, teacher, I have always taken your teachings to heart and practiced them step by step. However, the complexity of the matter, the complexity of the human heart, far exceeded my expectations. I feel that my heart is more than enough, and you are far away from the galaxy and you can't see me struggling here. Wacker fell to his knees weakly, holding his head and sobbing in despair.

Murdoch was silent for a while, then walked up to Wacker, touched his head and said, "Wacker, I said a long time ago that your heart is pure. What we do is naturally pure. But a pure person can't do pure things. ”

"Teacher, I still don't understand!" Wacker said, shaking his head.

"Throughout the history of civilization, every successful change has required bloodshed and sacrifice. Murdoch took a deep breath and continued: "It is the blood of the enemy that is shed, and of course it is our blood." It is not only the lives of our enemies and ourselves that are sacrificed, but also dignity, honor, principles and hearts. But you," Murdoch sighed, "don't want to lose anything." So you're not fit until the dirty business becomes pure!"

"Teacher, what did you say?"

(Wacker comes into play as the main character of the side plot, which is a very important plot that needs to be narrated slowly)