Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

After realizing that he was actually frightened by a scrawny untouchable, the adjutant couldn't help but become irritated. He raised his hand to "slam" the half-open door open with the **** of the rifle, and rudely rebuked: "We are searching on orders from the Alliance. Fugitives, if they don’t cooperate, they are considered shelter!"

The man shrank two steps back:

"But, but you are not here..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the Alliance army who broke in directly. He was hungry and had no strength at all, and his thin body suddenly fell to the ground.

The room was small and empty, with almost no place to hide.

After the search, the Union soldier turned and walked out, but was pulled by a thin hand at his trousers. He lowered his head and saw the man still holding a faint hope, shaking and asking: "Sir, selection... "

Seeing the man's withered and humble face, the soldier's eyes flashed with impatience. He slammed his head with heavy military boots and shook off the opponent's shackles: "Get away!"

The strange commotion here is like a stone thrown into the water, and the lifeless gathering area seems to have finally come to life.

All the crooked and crooked doors and the dilapidated and dirty curtains were opened from the inside, and countless faces that were equally dead and lifeless looked out from the black hole in the room, and every pair of turbid eyes flickered. With the same longing and hope, staring closely at the Alliance army standing in the middle of the open space, small whispers spread from every corner:

"It's the Alliance Army, they are here!"

"Selection, it's selection!"

"Please come here and take a look..."

"Come to us!"

Numerous voices that grew stronger due to thirst merged into a torrent, rushing toward them violently, describing the withered residents as living skeletons, with extremely focused and hungry expressions radiating from the deeply sunken eye sockets, and they directed towards the alliance. The army swayed and raised their arms and gathered in groups. Such a scene was like sinking into **** and numb the scalp. The Union soldiers suddenly raised their guns nervously and aimed them at the surrounding residents one after another.

Xiaoyi, who was lying on the trash mountain, raised his heart to his throat, and subconsciously raised his hand to catch Ge Xiu who had come after receiving the notice.

His voice was tense, leaving only a sharp sigh: "Xiao, Xiao Qi, what should I do?"

Ge Xiu pointed the brain at the area not far away, while quietly replied:

"Wait."

The little pair of Ge Xiu had long been accustomed to trust and obedience, gritted their teeth, lay down again, and continued to observe the empty field where many people gathered.

The most experienced adjutant in the entire team calmed down the fastest. He remembered the "selection" that the man just said, and then thought of the recent excessively frequent slave enlistment in the league, and finally realized that the other party was mistaken for his party. The Alliance Army that came to be selected, although I don't know exactly how this misunderstanding happened, but the top priority now is to stabilize the opponent.

It's just that the atmosphere of the confrontation between the two parties is too tense, and the other party is too excited and enthusiastic to listen to them at all, so the adjutant had to bite the bullet and admitted:

"Yes, that's right, we are indeed here for selection, please citizens to cooperate with our work—"

The residents on the garbage star fell silent for an instant, and everyone's eyes radiated hope. They became extremely obedient and obedient, for fear that their attitude would affect their subsequent selection qualifications.

Seeing that the scene was finally under control, the adjutant breathed a sigh of relief without a trace. He was about to take this opportunity to inquire about the traces of the fugitives, but unexpectedly, a horrified voice came from behind him:

"But, but, you, didn't you mean that you are hunting down fugitives...?"

The adjutant turned his head and saw that the thin man just got up from the ground for some time and was looking at the Alliance army in amazement, with traces of being beaten on his face, his voice trembling slightly, and he asked suspiciously. .

The adjutant's heart beat, an unknown premonition spread from the bottom of his heart.

There was almost no time for him to react, and a faint but angry voice sounded from the crowd: "...hunt the fugitive?!"

"Is it the same way that I captured my child before?"

Suppressed noises rang out in the ragged sea of ​​people, and those buzzing whispers were like new wind blowing across the field, setting off layers of rippling waves, as if a kind of restlessness was surging faintly, hoarse, faint , Screaming, panic sounded from the dark and dirty streets.

At first, it was just a few vague and mixed murmurs, and it was almost impossible to capture clear vocabulary. Later, even the adjutant in the middle protected by the soldiers with guns could hear the gradual noise of the crowd.

"My child never came back after being captured..."

"Me, my brother too!"

"My husband... he, he was also taken away by the Alliance Army..."

Fear and suspicion are like a deadly plague, spreading wildly in the crowd.

These emotions accumulate rapidly and undergo a qualitative change at an uncontrollable speed. Those panic-stricken tones quickly become frightened and excited, and the low voices are brewed into clear and loud voices at an extremely alarming speed. Flowing, uncontrollable voices sounded from all directions, like an unstoppable wave, attacking the isolated and helpless Alliance army:

"Yes, that's them!"

"...It's the same military uniform!"

"Dad, Dad returned after being selected and left. He told us that everyone was a liar and he would never leave. Then the next day someone from the Alliance said he was a fugitive! Take him away!"

"They said that my brother's mental state is unstable and they want to take him back for treatment, but he is obviously normal!"

One voice after another.

One face next to another face.

Everyone is a mirror, amplifying the emotions projected on them before releasing them.

The resonance in the crowd spreads exponentially in a geometric progression, like a spark of fire falling into the wilderness, almost instantly bursting into a wave of heat.

Numerous filthy and skinny faces like skeletons were pointed straight at the soldiers. The deeply sunken eye sockets were like dark caves, chilling. The air was filled with foul and dirty smells, and the tight atmosphere seemed to be the next second. With the bowstring that could be broken, all the soldiers subconsciously felt the fear of being threatened, and the muzzle that had just been lowered was raised again and aimed at the crowd.

The adjutant perceives a strange atmosphere, as if someone is watching in the dark, silently and secretly manipulating everything. This feeling makes his hair stand up, and he has to desperately want to get things back on track— He tried to explain to the residents that his troops were not malicious. At the same time, he tried to tell his soldiers that it was impossible for the group of people raised as pigs and dogs to attack the soldiers with live ammunition.

In the next second, a thin figure ran into the crowd, and there seemed to be faintly flickering silver light in his hand:

"My Louis..."

The soldier closest to her was already tense, and before she could finish speaking, he pulled the trigger.

The sound of the metal collision was so clear that the crowd instantly calmed down. The woman with disheveled and thin hair stared at the person who shot her in a daze. The silver light in her hand fell to the ground with a scream—it was a crude one. Metal picture frame.

The adjutant shook his heart.

Oops.

The sound of the gun was like sparks that instantly ignited a barrel of explosives, causing the people who had never been the only one to furiously. The crowd dominated by anger glared at them, and the hostility against them was overwhelming. The air could almost smell the smell of gunpowder.

The adjutant realized that the boat was done, all explanations were of no avail, and violent conflicts were inevitable. He felt that it was better to start first, and decisively ordered:

"Fire break through!"

But in the next second, all the soldiers around him discovered at the same time that the weapons in their hands were all misfired, as silent as useless scrap iron.

And the people around were more deeply angered. The anger that had been suppressed for ten or twenty years poured out from their always lifeless eyes, pouring out toward the only gap in front of them, wrapped in extreme violent power, and it was bound to be in front of them. All obstacles are completely destroyed—

The adjutant looked up blankly, the woman who had rushed over just now had been drowned in the crowd.

At this moment, he seemed to finally understand something, and suddenly turned his head to look behind him.

The man has disappeared.

On the trash mountain not far away, Ge Xiu retracted his head, curled up and laughed out of breath: "Hahahahahahahahaha, have you seen his expression? Hahahahahahaha!"

Xiaoyi was lying on the dirty ground, and it took a long time to get over.

…What happened just now? what happened?

After a long time, Ge Xiu finally reluctantly stopped his smile, and fished out an ugly machine from his arms:

"Electromagnetic pulses can indiscriminately destroy high-level energy sources within a kilometer in diameter-indestructible stun guns cannot reach the energy threshold for it to take effect, but if it is a lethal light energy sub-weapon, it will not be so lucky."

He showed the pitted black iron bumps to Xiaoyi, raised his eyebrows happily and said, "Isn't it pretty?"

Little One hesitated to speak but stopped: "..."

Kind of ugly.

Gehu didn't notice Xiaoyi's unspeakable complex expression, but he touched the ugly machine with some regret, and sighed:

"Unfortunately, for its next use, I had to reduce its influence radius, and the damage it caused was far less than theoretical."

Suddenly, Xiaoyi thought of something: "So, you knew from the beginning that their gun would not fire?"

Ge repair nodded of course.

Xiaoyi's face blushed as he remembered what he had done just now. From just now, he was nervous from body to heart. When he saw the soldier pull the trigger and the adjutant ordered the fire, he almost pinched his nails in panic. In the palm of his hand, the sweat oozing from his body almost drenched his clothes. He was ashamed and annoyed, and stammered:

"Then...you, why, why don't you tell me?"

Ge Xiu: "Because your expression is also very interesting hahahahahahaha!"

Xiaoyi slowly turned his head blankly, glanced at the imageless captain who was smiling beside him, and took a deep breath.

Don't be angry, don't be angry.

It's not worth it.

A few figures slipped over from the hidden path on the side. There were six people in total, all dressed in the daily attire of the Garbage Star residents. Obviously, they didn’t fatten them much during the time they lived on the main ship. They looked like the same planet. The other residents are the same.

The thin man who opened the door on his own initiative and the woman who rushed out of the crowd recklessly were among them.

The man proficiently stopped the bleeding on his face. His face was slightly distorted due to pain, but the flashing light in his eyes was surprisingly bright: "Captain, we have completed the task you explained."

Ge Xiu nodded happily: "Good job."

Xiao Yi couldn't help peeking at him.

The young man's profile looked a little fuzzy in the chaotic gleam, and there was a careless arc of laughter on his lips, with an unpredictable sense of danger.

He had long known that his former playmate had changed.

Become decisive, wise, and cruel.

This time, he followed the other side the whole time, watching Ge Xiu lay out the net step by step. No one knew this action better than him—it seemed that only two people showed up, but it really worked. But it is all the chess pieces arranged into the crowd. Under the command of Ge Xiu, they move people's emotions little by little, and patiently guide the situation to the direction set early. The whole process is so logical, like a work of art. Smooth and exquisite.

And Ge Xiu, as the maker of the chaos in front of him and the trader who drives everything, does not seem to be conscious of what he has done.

Although they used to grow up together, Xiao Qi now always makes him feel unspeakable awe and strangeness-human beings are always instinctively afraid of treacherous and unknown things.

However, since returning to this planet, Xiaoyi felt that the estrangement and fear in her heart had gradually disappeared invisibly.

—Because no matter how dangerous the situation is, Xiao Qi is always thinking about them and always protecting them.

He thought of the amulet he had sent out, and smiled.

Ge Xiu threw the iron lump in his arms into Xiaoyi's arms, and got up from the garbage pile contentedly. He patted the dirt and garbage debris on his body, and he couldn't see the chaos fighting in the distance, right. The crew behind them said:

"The play is over, let's go."

Xiaoyi came to his senses, was stunned, hugged the strangely-shaped machine in his arms, and hurriedly followed Ge Xiu's footsteps:

"Go, where are you going?"

Ge Xiu looked down at the coordinates displayed on the brain, and replied without raising his head:

"Of course it is to complete the task. Now this kind of passionate anger comes and goes quickly, if you don't make good use of it now, it will be too late."

After more than twenty minutes, the group of them stopped by a tall mountain of garbage. It seemed to be fresh garbage that had just been dumped on the planet. The unpleasant stench and the mosquitoes and flies hovering above made it almost disgusting. Even the crew members who had grown up in this place frowned and raised their hands to cover their mouths and noses.

Ge Xiu transferred the command authority of the Leviathan and touched it twice on the brain.

The huge garbage mountain suddenly moved, and countless fishy and broken garbage debris slipped from the top of the mountain. Everyone heard the familiar buzzing start-up sound, and then the entire garbage mountain collapsed like a mudslide, exposing the corroded underneath. The rusty metal surface—it was the cargo ship that used to sail out of the former Leporte.

Everyone lifted their spirits.

It seems that this is how they left the garbage star and returned to the main ship.

But what I didn't expect was that Ge Xiu didn't let everyone on board, but remotely controlled the cargo ship to lift into the air, slowly sailing to the place where they had come before.

Although everyone was puzzled, no one raised objections.

Because they all know that their captain will always have his own plan.

Ge Xiu still lowered his head and steered the ship on his own. Then he took out the piece of metal flakes given to him by the small one from his pocket, scanned it with his brain and uploaded it to the cargo ship. He looked up at Xiao One, raised a bright smile:

"Thank you for your gift."

What?

Xiao Yi didn't understand, and looked at the boy in front of him confusedly.

Ge Xiu smiled and said, "Don't worry, you'll know it later."

After that, he put the metal piece back into his pocket, turned his head and blinked slyly at the crew behind him, pretending to be mysterious:

"Okay! Now—Dangdangdang! Guess with prizes, how do you think we leave this planet this time?"