April 2096 Antarctic intelligence unit "Mead"

"Colonel. ”

An agent stood in the doorway, saluting him.

He rubbed his temples and stepped down from the podium. The long hours of conducting work and the twilight of his life made him a little dizzy. He waved his hand and motioned for the Communications Officers to handle the liaison work on their own, and there was nothing else he needed to direct for the time being - most of the agents were just lurking in the enemy lines to get information about the ruins.

"Rites, Agent, come in. "How's the infiltration going lately?"

"Hmm...... I'll just open the door and say, about your latest report......"

"Yes, Colonel. Agent Name's eyes twinkled, as if he had found gold, "I don't think this has much to do with the ruins, but it's still a destabilizing factor that can't be easily ignored." ”

"I must tell you, I couldn't believe it when I first received your report. The old colonel said truthfully, "What kind of joke is it that our surveillance on the ground has missed an entire emerging country? ”

"I didn't expect such an accident until I saw it with my own eyes, Colonel. ”

"At this point in time...... It's hard to say if it's a mistake on the part of our monitoring department," he said, in a very small voice, as if to say to himself, "or if this territory does have considerable technology, and we can't afford to slack off." Adjutant!"

"In!"

"Inform 'Selene' of the use of field remote sensing to conduct reconnaissance of the Community of Free Consciousness, reminding them to be cautious, and perhaps not to target fuel-efficient lamps. ”

"Yes!"

"You've done a pretty good job of intelligence," the colonel smiled and praised the agent in front of him, "give yourself a few days off and go home and get some rest." ”

"With great love, then, I take my leave. ”

The agent saluted again and turned away. As soon as he turned around, the old colonel's face sank. It's not that the agent isn't doing his job well enough, on the contrary, he has nothing to complain about. He was just too tired, and there were so many things in his eyes that he was almost overwhelmed.

His life, including his youth, his glory, and his twilight, was dedicated to "Mead" and to his homeland, so he knew a lot of things all the way to this position. Anonymous agents, who have abandoned their identities to specialize in black ops fanatics, have been indoctrinated with distorted ideas since childhood, tempted to gamble with their lives. The young face has a face of pursuing fame and fortune, but in the end, it is a miracle that there are those who survive.

Their lives are hard to discover, and their deaths are almost unknown, as if they never existed.

"Agent!" he called out to the young man who had just left the door.

"Is there anything else you need? Colonel. ”

"Be more careful out there, we can't afford more losses. ”

"Yes, I will take your advice to heart. ”

He was not in the habit of smoking, but at the moment he missed the smell of cigarettes. Oh yes, his old buddy Campfel, in this cold frozen soil, loves to smoke naturally grown tobacco.

Old Campfi was no longer there, and the TASA troops were almost completely extinguished in that Operation "Tinder", buried with their commander in a grave called the Bear's Den. Now the only thing that Nanlian can rely on is the regular army.

Feeling extremely depressed, he asked his adjutant to take command on his behalf and escaped from the Mead intelligence command center. Today's weather was exceptionally clear, there were no snowstorms, and he could see busy four-wheeled robots carrying all sorts of things, or shoveling snow. He walked aimlessly, but eventually came to a large spherical building. The building, which is heavily guarded by guards, simulates the ecology of the earth and changes according to the needs of the residents, so there is actually only one appearance inside.

He nodded to the guard, who opened the door, and the warm scent of the monsoon climate mixed with the smell of plants. A long gravel path leads to a bungalow, nestled quietly on the edge of the lake.

He didn't go through the door, but went around to the garden at the back of the mansion, where he knew what was in that colourful place. Countless flowers and butterflies are woven into gorgeous poems, and the soft texture of the grass is an unparalleled pleasure, but he is looking for the most vibrant creatures here.

"Steve!

A Predator ant robot wagged its tail, read as a stick, and jumped up and down and sat down in front of him. Behind it was a petite girl with silver hair and yellow eyes, like a doll custom-made by a craftsman.

The Predator Ant was called Steve by the maiden, and was treated as a pet dog for the writer, a gift from the Colonel to the maiden ten years ago, and he used this as an opportunity to get closer to her.

"Princess, slow down, be careful not to fall. He shouted.

The lively maiden was born with a number, G-264, and later had a nice name: Lunessia.

"Uncle Goat!" Lunicia ran to him, grinning and his goatee swinging with it. The Colonel picked up Lunesia, turned a few steps, and placed her in a foreign chair.

After that, he sat down, and a robot brought a tea set, placed it on a small white round table, and poured black tea into the teacup.

"Great! a tea party after a long absence!" said Lunessia, who almost jumped out of her seat with delight.

"Sounds good," smiled the Colonel, "but before I do that, I have something to ask the Princess. ”

"What's the matter?" asked Lunicia, then puffing out her cheeks and feigning to be angry, "Is it sister again?"

"That's right," the Colonel smiled wryly, this is the procedure that must be followed every time we meet, "is your sister in the Free Country......? This place. ”

He points out the location on a map displayed on the robot's screen.

Lunessia's pupils dilated, and the outer ring of her iris glowed slightly, like a doll that had lost its soul, sitting still.

"Well......" It took a while for her to recover, "No, nothing." ”

"Is that so......" the colonel frowned slightly.

"Okay, okay, what's the story to tell today?" said Lunessia, happily flipping through a thick book.

At that moment, a floating robot descended, the communication machine used to contact the Colonel, provided that he was in Lunessia's quarters.

He had the feeling that his suspicions had been confirmed in such a short period of time.

"Emergency!sir!" the communicator said the adjutant's voice.

"What's the matter?"

"There's no time to explain here, sir, please come to the command center!"

There was no time left for him to reply, and communication was cut off. The colonel sighed helplessly, and the immature face on the other side also showed a look of disappointment.

"I'm sorry, princess......"

"Are you leaving?"

"Well, wait a minute, I'll be back soon. ”

Although extremely reluctant, the state of emergency is an emergency, and he can't afford to slack off. He walked out the door briskly and was confronted by a fourteen-year-old boy.

He knew the little boy and had seen his picture, Zvado Philippe, who was also 14 years old this year. His father was none other than Dr. Philip, the representative of the Antarctic scientists who presided over the "Three Goddesses" program.

"Now, old man," the little boy stopped him, "is this a test subject that my father is studying?"

"Yes. He was anxious to get there.

"Oh, thank you. ”

With that, he moved out of the way and stared at the spherical building.