"Do you have to do this?"

Lu Mingfei looked at the group of Martian Reds in front of him, and said, "It's just a motorcycle, why are you mobilizing people so much?"

He was only answered by a monotonous voice, which was a mixture of static electricity and mechanical and electronic response sounds. Judging from the rhythm, it should be some kind of non-human language.

Then those researchers from the equipment department dressed as mechanical priests brought out two boxes, one large and one small, and put the small ones

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