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Chapter 187 The mysterious man¡¯s request

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    Stationmaster Pakola woke up faintly, and the first thing he saw was a familiar room.  This is the room in the GKT3001 Comprehensive Geological Station.  My head only hurt a little, and there was no abnormality in my whole body. It seemed that the injury was not serious.  Sure enough, after clicking a few times on the portable terminal, he found that he had fainted due to a slight concussion of the brain, and the rest was just some bruises. After a tube of repair medicine, he was fine soon.  The damage report in the terminal shows that the damage to the ship body is also very small, but some delicate detection equipment has some interference, resulting in accuracy deviation.  There were no casualties among the crew, only a few minor injuries like him.  He came to the bridge command room with his head shaking, and some crew members immediately said hello after seeing him.  After Station Commander Pakola responded one by one, he immediately took up his command seat, and everything was restored in an orderly manner.  Looking at the information on the command panel, Station Commander Pakola discovered that not only was their temporary base, but also thirty-six bases were under attack. If you count those that were dealt with in a timely manner, there would be a total of nearly fifty underground bases.  They all have this kind of bug.  Now, the leader is very angry and is commanding several automatic drills, preparing to dig out the things below and whip the corpses!  Now almost no one denies the relationship between these things and the Zerg, and any samples about the Zerg are very valuable.  Because once they die, those bugs will quickly decompose themselves and become an ugly organic matter solution. Although it is very nutritious, it does not reveal any information.  Those occasionally obtained Zerg limbs will also be put into ultra-low temperature freezing test tubes as quickly as possible and carefully preserved.  Stationmaster Pakora looked at the message from the group leader and breathed a sigh of relief.  Due to the advance warning, the leader avoided a lot of losses, which made him generously forgive Pacora.  So Webmaster Pakora, who had nothing to do for the time being, began to browse the information on the internal network.  ¡°For example, which mercenary group had something ugly, which mercenary group had mercenaries of rare races, or which mercenary group was in debt and disbanded, etc. All the gossip can be seen on it.  As for those bounties, the mercenary groups with strong strength will not pay attention to them at all, but those mercenary teams or individuals like these bounties very much.  One of them offered a bounty for the complete genetic sequence of the Zerg¡¯s small melee unit, and the prize turned out to be a Gorgon-class fast frigate.  This fast frigate designed and manufactured by Knulla not only has a smooth and simple appearance, but also has powerful configurations.  Station Commander Pakola was familiar with this kind of frigate, and various data came out of his mouth: A small frigate is not only equipped with a high-speed laser main gun, but also six accelerated proton cannons and twenty  High energy laser cannon.  The sides are also equipped with two sets of multi-purpose launch systems, which can launch various heavy-duty mines, various detectors, landing modules, etc.  Equipped with a high-temperature-resistant main armor containing a layer of "Delahai Metal" lining, and a plasma shield generator on each side, which can temporarily generate a plasma shield of tens of square meters to withstand powerful attacks.  The power uses a Keston high-volume antimatter main engine and a compression fusion furnace produced by Knulla. The auxiliary engine and thruster set even directly adopt the configuration on a cruise-class battleship.  The entire ship is equipped with a Mayan civilization hull gravity radar and a complete detection system simplified from the cruiser. There is also a rapid deployment system and gravity traction system at the tail.  Relying on these configurations, this kind of battleship can be said to be the giant and snake oil in the frigate class. It can fight even if it encounters some inferior cruisers.  Although the price is a bit expensive, it is definitely the best and most popular warship in the mercenary ranks.  The only regret is that it only has a small hangar that can only accommodate three to five automatic escort aircraft.  But whether it is used as a flagship or a pioneer, it is a powerful force that cannot be ignored!  Station Commander Pacora can be sure that many mercenary groups will do their best for this Gorgon-class fast frigate.  What happened next was exactly as he expected. The number of accepted tasks for this task increased hundreds of times in almost the blink of an eye, and the number one task accepted was quickly eliminated.  But Stationmaster Pakola has not forgotten the saying among mercenaries: Remuneration is always worth more than your life!  The difficulty of any task is equivalent to the reward.  Since the other party paid such an attractive reward, it means that the difficulty of the task is equally difficult!  Webmaster Pakola, who has a friend in the biological field, once heard his introduction. The bugs of the Zerg have a self-destruction mechanism. As long as the Zerg dies or is captured, they can burn out all their nerves in an instant and start  Disassemble yourself from the body.  "As long as it lasts more than a minute or two, their bodies will decompose into a pile of organic pus,"??It has no research value.  Even if it is ultra-low temperature frozen, the shelf life is less than a week.  If there is a space freezing chamber, the Zerg corpse can be preserved for a long time, but once it is opened for research, it will still dissolve within a few minutes.  According to rumors, a medium-sized civilization spent a lot of money to build a subspace cryogenic experimental chamber, and finally preserved some Zerg tissues. However, after research, it was discovered that those genes were not only stubborn and difficult to copy, but even if they were finally copied, they were difficult to copy.  , it¡¯s also incomplete!  That civilization spent a lot of money and energy on research, but the final result was only to know that the Zerg¡¯s muscle tissue had no energy supply system but was extremely strong, which almost made its leadership collectively vomit blood.  Therefore, many knowledgeable people have given up on the idea of ??tissue cloning and instead focused on their breeding sites, the huge and ferocious architectural analogues.  However, this kind of building is heavily guarded by the Zerg troops. Usually, they either do not have enough strength to capture them, or they are accidentally escaped by the Zerg, and they cannot be found for a long time.  Now, in this galaxy that is almost surrounded by masses, it can be said that it is the best time to obtain the complete genes of the Zerg!  Webmaster Pakola knew that those employers must have thought of this, so he couldn't wait to issue this reward now.  However, not only do they think so, but almost all the forces present who have designs on the Zerg think so. If this bounty is to be successfully completed, Station Master Pacora feels that the possibility is too small.  Stationmaster Pakora just sees this as entertainment. Anyway, they are a small and medium-sized mercenary group. They will never take on this kind of mission. Their entire mercenary group has this kind of self-knowledge, so they can develop.  Until now.  Stationmaster Pakola didn¡¯t pay much attention. Those bounties were clearly not something they could accept. Their leader also knew this. This was also the benefit of being small. They didn¡¯t have to care about fame. It didn¡¯t matter if they didn¡¯t accept dangerous missions!  Speaking of which, their mercenary group, which focuses on exploration and mineral exploration, is really looked down upon by this group of warriors. After all, their military strength seems a bit low.  But Station Master Pakora can be proud to say that his mercenary group is full of elites!  In fact, when it comes to exploration, the risk is not low, and it is even more dangerous than those mercenary groups that specialize in fighting. It requires constant vigilance, not only the ability to adapt to changes, but also the ability of each member to have their own unique skills.  After all, in the unfamiliar environment of an alien galaxy, anything can happen. No matter what danger they encounter, they can only rely on their limited manpower, equipment and supplies to overcome it.  So Webmaster Pakola is already used to the current situation.  Continuing to look through the information, Webmaster Pakora discovered another difficult bounty, this time it was a cover mission.  The mercenary group that accepts the task must launch a large-scale cover attack at the designated place and time to attract the attention of the Zerg so that the employer's special forces can sneak into the Zerg base!  Stationmaster Pakola guessed the kind of special force in a flash of his mind.  It is said to be composed of various elites wearing special combat uniforms. They can not only avoid various optical and electromagnetic detectors, but also avoid detection by various equipment such as gravity radar and biological detectors, and easily sneak into the tightly guarded enemy.  base.  But those are just hearsay after all, and he is just guessing.  But looking at the momentum of the battle, Stationmaster Pakola also knew that those large mercenary groups and various civilizations could no longer bear it and wanted to take action!  Along the way, those forces have been tricked by the Zerg countless times, but each time they were a step too late and the Zerg escaped.  Now that he was finally caught, Station Commander Pakola estimated that those forces would not be lenient.  Especially those heirs of civilization who came to mess with the results have been furious for a long time, and it is already very good to be able to endure it until now.  Sure enough, before Stationmaster Pakola finished flipping through the recent information, a reminder popped up on the command panel. He knew at a glance that a mercenary group had already sorted out their equipment, reported an action plan and started setting off.  "Rigar, turn off air scanning and ignore those reckless men." As soon as he saw the reminder, Station Commander Pacora gave the order to the data clerk.  Although it is common to be noticed by friendly forces' detection equipment in this case, it is both a verification of information and a kind of promotion.  But the group leader had already spoken, asking him to keep a low profile, so he simply went a step further and turned off the air scanning directly, lest those reckless men find out and take the opportunity to cause trouble.  "Huh? Oh! Yes, sir!" The data clerk obviously had no way of knowing what his commander was thinking. He just reacted in a daze and acted according to the order.  Seeing that the tasks were almost arranged, Station Commander Pakola got up and walked to his room. There would be nothing to do without them, and the crew would take turns on duty.  That's the good thing about flying this spaceship. Apart from landing and the busy period after landing, you only need to maintain basic vigilance, and you have a lot of free time!    However, before he could walk out of the bridge, the private terminal rang in his head.  When Stationmaster Pakora looked at the identification code, a strange expression appeared on his face.  If it were a human face, this would probably be a frowning expression.  But after thinking about it for a few seconds, Station Manager Pakola decided to go ahead with the appointment.  He turned around and looked at the crew members on the bridge. When he found that no one was paying attention to him, he quickly plugged his personal terminal into the interface on the captain's seat, and then quickly pulled it out.  After doing all this, he slowly walked towards the bottom of the spacecraft.  There are some shortcomings in the design of this ship. There is no way to fully utilize the space inside the ship, so there are several useless small cabins on the bottom floor. One of them is next to the magnetic field resonator. The place is small, dirty, and rarely used.  Someone is coming.  And with the protection of magnetic field resonator, no equipment can detect it.  Only here could Station Commander Pakora dare to see that person, and he also had to temporarily control the entire ship's monitoring system.  When Station Commander Pakola sneaked into this dirty little cabin, a mysterious man wrapped in a special combat uniform was already waiting here.  He didn't recognize this kind of combat uniform, but he could also see that it was advanced and definitely not ordinary.  "If you have anything to say, please tell me!" Stationmaster Pakola did not sit down on the short chair. Instead, he stood in front of the mysterious man and spoke directly, and as soon as he spoke, he spoke in a complicated and difficult-to-speak language.  The mysterious man was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, not sure whether he was disappointed with Station Master Pakola or smiling bitterly at himself.  But obviously, Stationmaster Pakora knew it very well. He didn't wait for the mysterious man to speak, and then said: "If I can help you!" The tone was a bit stiff, but the mysterious man didn't care at all. He just shook his head again and used the same complex expression.  He spoke in a awkward language: "I won't embarrass you. We just need you to help us collect Zerg information on the internal network." Webmaster Pakola put on a strange expression again, just like a human frowning.  , this is his habit.  Because as soon as he heard the mysterious man's request, he knew what he wanted.  "Are you also thinking about the Zerg race?" "I advise you to give up this idea. This banquet is not something that small characters like you and me can participate in!" The mysterious man was silent, and there seemed to be a sense of depression in the entire cabin.  An atmosphere of helplessness.  Finally, after a moment of silence, the mysterious man spoke again, but his helplessness could not be concealed: "I know, but this is our last chance!" In helplessness, Station Master Pakora even listened.  There was a hint of madness, and his expression suddenly became even weirder.  Stationmaster Pakora ignored the mysterious man's words and walked straight towards the mysterious man, then grabbed him and put him under the table with one hand.  Although he was wearing special clothing, Stationmaster Pakola could feel that the flesh under the clothing was like the moisturizing gel he usually used. It was weak and weak, and it didn't even feel like flesh.  "What's going on?" Stationmaster Pakola asked a little surprised, even a little anxiously, his voice was equally low and terrifying.  The cabin fell into silence again. After coming here for a while, the mysterious man said: "Even if I undergo life extension modifications, I don't have much time. After all, I was already quite old back then." Hearing this sentence  , Webmaster Pakola already knew the reason.  Although there are various life-extending measures, the final effect still depends on your own body.  The same life-extending method will be very effective for some races, extending their lifespan several times or even dozens of times, but similarly, some races will have very poor results.  Even within the same race, different individuals have different levels of life extension due to differences in physical fitness!  There is no doubt that the mysterious person in front of him is the kind of person who has poor adaptability to life extension technology. Even if it is a transformative life extension, the increase in life span will not be much.  Stationmaster Pakola didn¡¯t know what to say. This kind of thing is everyone¡¯s fate, and outsiders have nothing to say.  Sure enough, after a moment of silence, the mysterious man spoke again: "The tribe has fallen into comfort, and 'his' will has also declined. As the only successor of his will, I have been eroded by time. But I can't let his  My will is cut off! No matter how slim it is, I can¡¯t give up this only hope!¡± The heavy tone expressed the heavy truth.  Webmaster Pakora knows the reality very well. A multi-million-year inheritance is not so easy to find in the current universe, but in the end, we still have to face the situation of extinction!  Which advanced civilization is not inherited for millions or tens of millions of years?  Only those who have advanced to advanced civilizations have enough force and advanced technology to ensure the continuation of their civilization, but it is too difficult for those middle and lower civilizations to continue in this seemingly peaceful but actually bloody universe.  .    Because of his racial superiority, he has extended his lifespan dozens of times through life extension. He has seen many declining civilizations like this. No matter how persistent those descendants are, first of all, population is the first natural chasm in front of them.  Without a sufficient population, not to mention the inheritance of civilization, even the continuation of the race is a problem!  As for the mysterious man in front of him who has had many fates with him, his race has a long history, but it has been unable to advance to a higher civilization. The energy of the entire civilization has gradually been exhausted. After the plan to block fate was killed,  There are less than 10,000 surviving tribesmen, hiding in remote mining star areas to survive.  They are pretty good. Several other medium-sized civilizations have either been exterminated, or there are only a few or dozens of tribesmen left living incognito in the shadow of the universe, waiting for time to disappear.  In a harsh environment with no trade, no technological exchanges, and no advanced civilization¡¯s means of extending life, a race of ten thousand people simply cannot survive in this era!  To be honest, now may be their only chance.  There is no doubt that the leader of the Zerg has a lot of intelligence, and he is not a low-level intelligent creature with no emotional intelligence at all. He also has powerful biological abilities. If he can really get on the line with the Zerg, for their race  That can really be said to be a resurrection from the dead.  However, Webmaster Pakola thought about the current situation of the Zerg. Whether the Zerg can survive is a question, let alone escape!  Even if he does get on the line with the Zerg, the greatest possibility is that he will suffer the same fate as the Zerg soon!  Although he couldn¡¯t see the other party¡¯s eyes, Stationmaster Pakora clearly felt the other party¡¯s determination. This was a determination that blocked the fate of the entire race!  In this regard, he knew that he had nothing to say, and the only thing he could do now was to do them one last favor!  Stationmaster Pacora finally let out a long sigh, pulled out a small chip from his personal terminal, placed it in front of the mysterious man, and walked towards the hatch without saying a word.  The moment before going out, he whispered: "Take care!" After a long time, the mysterious man stood up, but he could not say "thank you".  He took a deep breath, carefully placed the chip, and then wandered towards the dark corner of the spacecraft;
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