The stars are dew, and the sea breeze is getting colder. The smell of fish wafts in the air, and the rustle of the waves pushes the beach. Zhuang Yan stood at the back of the crowd and saw that the endless sea was heavy and dark. In the distance, the towing boat was blurred to the point that only the lights remained, slowly approaching the shore under the bleak starry sky.

Zhuang Yan didn't know how the time spent waiting for the towing boat to dock had passed, ten minutes had passed since he came to his senses, and half an hour had passed since he came back to his senses, and standing on the beach was like an unstable dream. His heart was boiling, and he was in a daze of horror for a while, thinking what if VV died? For a while, I enumerated all kinds of facts, convinced myself that VV was still alive, and then waited in despair in the torment of five internal burnings.

The heartstrings are so tight that you can't breathe vigorously.

The helicopter lifts off, and the wind blowing from the rotors presses a regular circle on the surface of the sea. Under the five helicopters, the steel cables were tightened and straightened, and the pull of the shore-based reel turbines suddenly made a mass of black sea, like a circular island breaking through the water and floating up. Five spotlights swept over it, and only the dark outline could be seen, and the sea water that fell like a waterfall was also pitch black. This pitch-black thing is the angry phoenix itself, which was burned by the atmosphere when it fell into the sky.

Zhuang Yan's breath was cut off, and he hung in his throat in one breath, and when he saw the ugly black meteorite gurgling on the surface of the sea, he was inexplicably distressed. He looked at the devastated behemoth with a strong look of pathos, his eyes wide open like a hungry child.

Under the pull of the shore base, the surface of the behemoth was drained by the sea, and it was dragged ashore inch by inch, and its magnificent male body sent a slight wave ashore, so that the waves forced the recovery team to retreat more than a dozen steps in embarrassment, as if the emperor had retired the eunuch.

Zhuang Yan was in a daze, letting the waves wash over his knees. When people retreat, he does not retreat, so he becomes a leader who stands at the forefront.

The behemoth, which was nearly twenty meters high, was dragged ashore, and the beach was plowed out of a wide road, and the ploughed sand was piled up into a mountain at the end of the "road". The faint shadow cast by the wreckage engulfed Zhuang Yan, and when he looked up, he felt that the mountains were standing still. He stood like an ant dancing his tentacles under the huge wreckage, and the miserable wreckage also looked down majestically on the "ants". One big and one small, two bruised things looked at each other silently.

Zhuang Yan's heart was pounding, and his hallucinations told him that it was a huge egg, and the eggshell was destroyed to protect the life inside, and VV was sleeping like a princess inside.

So he couldn't help wading over, trying to touch the wreckage, and he wanted to climb up, peel off the layers of shells, brush off the thick ash, and go and carefully carry out the princess inside.

The combat personnel finally made a move, brutally grabbed Zhuang Yan from left to right, and dragged Zhuang Yan, who was jumping like a fresh shrimp, back to the shore.

The buzzing discussion of the recovery team came to an abrupt end, silently watching Zhuang Yan being thrown in front of the combat staff. Then the two security guards stood in front of Zhuang Yan on the left and right, and warned him with silence not to cross the thunder pool.

Song Dan just watched. Since the loss of the Qifeng base, she has not said a word to Zhuang Yan, on the one hand, it may be that she has nothing to say, and on the other hand, it may be that Zhuang Yan's current identity is sensitive.

Zhuang Yan's current identity is rich and colorful, spanning the major fields of prisoners of war, leakers, hidden enemies, and assassination attempts, each of which can make him climb the pillar of shame and go down in history. As long as the crime is confirmed, Zhuang Yan's worth will definitely soar, and he will become famous overnight, immediately crushing Wang Jingwei, surpassing Cixi, chasing Qin Hui, and becoming the number one person among traitors, making his life worthwhile.

Therefore, people who have not entered the water in their brains will draw a line with this traitorous potential stock with foresight.

But Zhuang Yan had no consciousness of a criminal, he not only forgot to keep a low profile, but also shouted hoarsely: "What are you waiting for! Weld the metal shell open to save people! Grinding and chirping are waiting for you to be paralyzed! ”

The throat shouted hoarsely, and the tower crane transported the equipment up. The team of technicians climbed to the top of the wreckage and began the cutting operation. The docks were busy, and fixers and scaffolding were erected, packing the wreckage like a groundbreaking commercial real estate.

Zhuang Yan waited restlessly for an hour, pacing the beach more solid than bricks. Suddenly, I saw a group of people coming down from the tower crane, it was a group of angels in white, and one of the nurses held the hanging bottle high, and on the stretcher they were hugging, a bloody hand hung down.

Zhuang Yan's heart felt like he had been stabbed. He was stopped by two bodyguards behind the yellow separation line, and heard Song Dan talking: "Zhuang Yan, your task is to recover the parameters and records in the cockpit!" ”

He ignored it, and saw the group of people in white running towards the first-aid tent with a stretcher, and the little hand hanging on the side of the stretcher was swaying and couldn't see clearly. Zhuang Yan was involved, watched for a while and chased two steps, and then hurriedly ran along the cordon, always being stopped behind by the bodyguards.

What worries him the most is that he vaguely sees VV's hand weakly lifting and falling, as if he is about to hand it to someone, hoping that he will hold it tightly, and that person never appears. She didn't know that Zhuang Yan was anxiously looking from afar, chasing in vain outside the cordon.

Zhuang Yan finally couldn't hold it back, roared angrily and began to violently resist arrest, punching and kicking over one bodyguard, and swinging the plaster on his broken arm to smash another. The bodyguard couldn't fight back, and at the moment of his stunnedness, Zhuang Yan had already hung his injured arm and jumped over the cordon and chased away. He watched as the stretcher was sent into the emergency tent, watched the rescue hatch slowly close, and then was stopped by two nurses in the middle of the frustration:

"The rescue operation is the work of the Cross, please retreat."

Zhuang Yan opened his mouth wide, grabbed the nurse's shoulder and tiptoed in, and the bodyguard who was chasing him continued to clasp his shoulders left and right, letting him roar and kick around, dragging him back alive.

The recovery team began to be busy with the cutting and dismantling of the wreckage and sorting and retrieval work. When those people were busy, Zhuang Yan always sat alone on the grass, holding his head in despair.

All he could think of was the little hand dangling on the edge of the stretcher. The hand was pale, but dripping with blood, red and white as if it had not been lifted, and it wanted to grasp anything but could not grasp anything. This kind of missing out and disappointed hurts Zhuang Yan's heart.

He wanted to hold her hand tightly.

Some people are stunned.

After a long time, someone called him to work. He was suddenly perked up, trotted over, climbed the elevator, and carefully climbed into the wreckage.

After gathering the final information, he discovered something.

VV regained consciousness at the end, but it was not VV who made the turn to acceleration. The system did not record VV making similar operations, and at the end of the operation record of "turning 53 degrees and accelerating 232 degrees", there was a large shocking "error" written on it.

This key operation to save the angry phoenix and VV turned out to be a wrong instruction that was not recognized by the system.

This means that either a software virus or something else is giving instructions. Either something switched the system to a manual state and broke through the firewall and forcibly operated it once.

But who else could there be in the cockpit of the VV at that time, besides the driver? The coffin-sized cockpit was only loaded with the lower VV.

Computer viruses? If the virus was deliberately implanted into the system to save VV once when her life was on the line, then the motives of the virus designers were too maverick.

Unless there are aliens, say otherwise......

Zhuang Yan couldn't think of an answer, quietly pressed the matter, and continued to work.