The warm breeze is whining, in the morning of this new Beijing city that is not too hot, everything seems sparse and ordinary, lazy and orderly, after eating the Yushen soup and then returning the bowl, Brant yawned and dragged down from the seventh-step porch of Zidezhai, he Shi Shiran was just about to take broken steps back to the shop, only to hear a rush of footsteps from behind him.

"Curfew, curfew, all those in the streets, go home!" Someone was suddenly shouting.

Brandt turned his head when he heard this, and saw that from the steps at the end of the market there was a group of people rushing in his direction, dressed as volunteer soldiers of the Special Forces, who were now not wearing light green training uniforms when they usually left the barracks, but were running in groups with loaded guns, explosion-proof helmets, and infantry armor.

"Henry, hi Henry, what's wrong?" The sharp-eyed Brant saw a familiar face among the soldiers, who had repaired his sandbike not long ago, so he knew the other person's name.

"Curfew! Hurry back to your shop and stay there! The volunteer shouted at him.

"But it's morning!" Brandt also yelled at the other party.

"Go back! Otherwise...... Dead ......" Soldier Henry and his companions warned pedestrians as they continued to disappear into the distance of the street.

"What the hell is going on, Brant?" A shopkeeper who had also heard the movement came out of his fast and asked him.

"I don't know yet, but I'd better inform your boss that he's closed for a day." Brandt replied with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Out of business? Why? The shopkeeper asked strangely.

At this time, there was a sudden sharp roar in the sky, Brant raised his head to the sky, and then stretched out his hand and pointed to the fighters that took off from the distant volunteer army base and said.

"Look at those beautiful land-based Wasp fighters, I guess that's why you want to know."

Dozens of warplanes took to the skies one after another and began to gallop in the airspace above New Beijing, and then they formed a queue, the nose was raised, the tail spewed out flames, and they flew rapidly towards the yellow clouds, and then disappeared without a trace like arrows piercing the thick clouds.

"Fighters of the special forces? Is this a drill? The guy asked Brandt again with a shocked look on his face.

"If only I had known I was Alexander. Cooper. Brant sneered at the other and walked quickly back to his second-story courtyard.

A group of silver alliance bastards who don't love their parents suddenly became collectively restless, and they only took pay for everything, and the only role was to show their military strength in the array of one or two cuts in the big feather statue square every time they were on the legal holidays of the silver alliance, and they had come to Folkus for almost a whole year and had not seen a few decent flying wasp fighters in the sky, but now they also went to the sky in a group.

What the hell are they fighting with? What kind of dispute is it from? Could it be that the Skeleton Party, which has long since disappeared, has returned?

Locked the courtyard door and went straight to the second floor, there was a small balcony facing the street, which the previous owner had arranged like a small hanging garden, but now the flowers and plants planted have long since withered. Brant stood on the balcony and looked up to the sky, the pupil of one prosthetic eye opening and closing to find the right focal length, but failed because of the thick cumulus clouds in the sky.

"It's unlucky." Brandt couldn't help but complain that hiding in a place that he thought was safe to watch a possible fierce battle was a life experience that he would later boast about.

After waiting for a long time and still to no avail, Brant still raised his head and adjusted the visual distance in the mechanical one-eye.

"Damn tuba, there's a good thing to see through the clouds, but you won't lend it to me." Now that he remembered the endless magic weapons on the robot, he wanted this nasty ghost to appear by his side.

'Woo Bell' 'Woo Bell'...... At this time, a strange sound came from the room.

Brandt listened to it, but he couldn't make out the situation, he picked up a tile from the corner of the balcony, frowned, and followed the sound into the room.

'Woo Bell'......

The sound came from under the windowsill of his recreation and lounge, where there was a box containing something Malcolm had left behind.

"If I open this box secretly, I'll kill you alive." He remembered what Malcolm had said in a menacing tone.

The threat didn't stop his curiosity, and although he did have some fear of the baby-face, who was slightly shorter than him, how could he let go of the mystery that was close at hand? Besides, he didn't think he was 'sneaking' but just the right light, and as soon as Malcolm left him, he started to act, scanning the inside, detecting the mechanism, and then connecting with the decipherer, and it took a whole afternoon and the old nose's strength to finally unlock the high-level multi-level combination lock on the box, but to Brant's disappointment, there was only one ordinary piece in it. Marceau's Holostar Mapper, Malcolm's Starlight apparently had several versions of the high-end item on it, and he didn't know what he was going to do with this brand-new thing in a priceless lockbox.

And now, this thing, which seemed to him to be Malcolm's antique collection, was making such a strange noise, and it was like a rapid sound, which made people involuntarily irritable in their ears, as if there were thousands of ants marching in his heart, and now he only wanted to make this sound stop quickly.

Last time, in order to prevent Malcolm from finding out, he restored the password, carefully covering all traces, and now that he is familiar with the road, it will take a long time to open this hateful chest. But just when Brant scolded his mother in his heart and wanted to go to his tool room to get the universal decoder, the black box actually 'snapped' and the lock popped open, and then it was like an invisible invisible hand waving in the air, and the lid of the box opened without wind, slowly lifting, revealing the star atlas made of acetyl titanium inside.

Brant stared blankly at the scene in front of him, and he didn't know whether to be scared or shocked, just when he froze there and didn't decide whether to escape out of the hut or not, the star map, which he had carefully checked last time and was not connected to any energy plates, suddenly shot out a ray of light.

The fine blue light began to shine into the room at a sharp angle, and Brant recognized it as a recognition beam, and he was too frightened and frightened to move, allowing the beam to cover his entire body. The light seemed to detect his presence, and swept him from top to bottom before continuing to the side until the room was completely scanned.

The pale blue holographic screen jumped out from the top of the star map, and there was a straight line moving at a uniform speed in the screen, which was facing the six gods and no master vendors at this moment, and with the ripples of the line, a voice like gold wire and iron sounded from the instrument.