"parking."

"It's this bus again. It's obviously empty but it refuses to take it. Complain to him."

I heard a few people passing by the station curse and curse in displeasure, which was also contrary to the lofty and righteous words I told Master Zhao. But obviously, my train really cannot carry ordinary passengers.

Although these passengers of mine have taken the aberration agent produced by the headquarters, ordinary people cannot see their appearance or hear their voices. They are also like elements of space such as oxygen, but the aberration agent is not a magic medicine.

There are smarter alien creatures that can crack it and cause unnecessary trouble.

As for why they should take debilitating agents.

The reason is simple. I can't drive a bus to pull all kinds of passengers through the streets every week. After all, Halloween only happens once a year.

As for why I don't drive a spaceship or a stealth fighter or a higher-tech vehicle to transport these aliens... the answer is simple, the technology is not mature enough. In other words, the stealth and sonar technology are not mature enough.

At this stage, the member states of the Joint Headquarters can only send these aliens back to their respective planets under the guise of rocket launches and satellite launches again and again. Imagine that the earth suddenly trembles in residential areas, followed by rumbling.

The spaceship rises from the ground, and the scene can make many people pee their pants in an instant.

Yes, this is not some distant science fiction era. The electronic watch in my car just jumped from November 30, 2016 to December 1.

Now you know why I drive a bus.

As for why these alien races that are ready to be repatriated are kept far away from the headquarters, it is even simpler. Because the ability of these people to cause trouble is also related to the ability of the planet. In the past, there was an alien alliance that was ready to be repatriated and was still registered.

After the aliens who were preparing to enter the earth destroyed most of the facilities in the headquarters, these alien races who were preparing to be repatriated did not have the right to hire a lawyer with a planet-wide license. If they were not eliminated on the spot if they caused trouble, those night shift drivers or armed personnel had the right to do so.

A compassionate heart.

The bus drove all the way from the suburbs of Nancheng to the factory in Dongcheng. Because there is only one station in Dongcheng, and the main passengers are also workers of this factory, we announced that the night bus would use the factory's parking lot. I stayed here for one night, and then

After picking up the shift workers back to the city, you can now pick up passengers.

The car parked at the entrance of the venue, and two security guards wearing loose uniforms took out their mobile phones and began to scan the condition of the bus. The net-like light emitted from the mobile phone screen could clearly see the dust in the body of the bus.

After confirming that there was nothing unusual, two security guards came over and saluted a standard military salute. One of them looked at me and said: "Sanmao, you know."

I nodded, pulled up my sleeves and handed him my wrist. It was also difficult for them. The elite Marine Corps elites with countless military achievements turned themselves into unruly people just to deceive others.

"Can't you just brush your face?"

I was joking while watching them cut off the hair on my wrists to analyze the DNA content. Thanks to my hairiness, otherwise I would have saved a lot of hair removal cream over the years. After all, I understand their caution. After all,

Among the alien residents in the country, there are many smarter and weirder creatures. For example, the creatures on the planet Buckna. They are slimy all day long, but they can copy the appearance and body shape of other races, and even their voices.

Being able to copy is similar to the seventy-two transformations. The only thing that cannot be copied is the DNA of human beings.

"Are you relying on your face to make a living?"

The inspection passed, and the guy who spoke didn't forget to tease me. After saying that, his face darkened: "But you are already ten minutes late, and according to the rules, you will be recorded." He patted my shoulder, which meant something.

profound.

Each of us has a score for behavioral ethics, each of which is 100 points. At the end of the year, he or she will pass with 60 points. Those who pass will gain an honor point. Don’t underestimate this honor point. Not only can the honor point be used throughout the galaxy, but it can even

It can save lives. If you get less than 60 points in the end-of-year assessment, one point of honor will be deducted. If those without honor points fail the assessment, they will be judged not to be suitable to work here.

In order to achieve the purpose of keeping secrets, those who fail will be brainwashed and return to society as amnesiacs. Due to immature technology, some people have become brainless fools. Each of us must join

There must be recommenders, so once someone fails the test, the recommender will also have his/her honor points deducted. If the recommender does not have honor points, the recommender's brain will also be cleared.

It is undoubtedly absurd to have an implicated system in modern society, but such methods are obviously extremely effective. From the establishment of the joint headquarters in 1950 to now it has 17 member states and nearly a thousand members, the reason why it has not been noticed by the outside world for 67 years is that it is very strict.

A harsh system.

My recommender has some connections with Lao Zhangtou, but she is not in the country now and works at Area 51 in the United States. I have worked for seven years and have five honor points.

I should have scored seven points, but when people are in the world, there are always things they can't help but do. I also know why Old Zhangtou and the security guard in front of me have such expressions, because the year-end assessment is coming soon. I only have six points left now.

Ten points. If ten points are deducted for being late, you will undoubtedly be judged to have failed this year.

I nodded towards them, gave them another cigarette, shook my head and said cheerfully: "Don't worry, there is always a reason for the harsh system. After all, these have been considered when these systems were originally formulated.

"

The two nodded, but the expressions on their faces were obviously not very optimistic.

I thought their expressions were a bit unusual, but I didn't ask any further questions and drove into the factory warehouse. This factory, which produces flour on the surface, has 103 employees, all of whom are headquarters staff who have retired from various places. They usually clock in at work.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, I receive some benefits such as moon cakes and live a life of a hot bed with my wife and children.

Sometimes I envy them, at least they live a relatively normal life now.

The bus entered the warehouse, the rolling shutter door was closed, and the dark warehouse began to buzz and vibrate. When I saw the light again, I had arrived at the disposal facility on the tenth floor underground. A dozen armed guards wearing white spacesuits had already arrived.

They lined up neatly and waited for their captain to verify their identity before sending these people onto the spaceship that was about to be launched.

They came to receive the repatriates, and I was going to go to the office on the ninth floor to check in, get my number plate, and stay in the factory's employee dormitory. I got off the car, greeted the guards and took the elevator to the ninth floor underground. I just stood in the elevator.

My mouth suddenly buzzed, followed by a voice echoing in my head: "Sanmao, it won't be long before we meet again. You must wash yourself white by then."

Teleportation unique to Gamma Planet people?

I paused, turned my head, and saw the woman with handcuffs and shackles looking at me happily. Her voice was still as harsh as ever, but now it was even more nerve-wracking.

I forgot to mention that although the women of Planet Layton advocate the eradication of all males, before eradication, they also have a hobby of mating with males and then eating their brains.

I was not surprised at all when she said that. What shocked me was that she could actually teleport from the Gamma Planet. I have been working as a night shift driver for seven years. My only experience of survival is to memorize the creatures on each planet and their abilities. This is what I have learned.

The biggest reason for surviving.

I don't have to look back to know that there are no Gamma Stars among the passengers on today's trip.

This means that this woman ate the brains of the Gamma Planets and mastered the brain knowledge of the Gamma Planets. The wisdom and technology of the Gamma Planets are among the best in the galaxy, and they can crush the Earth's technology with just one team. Eat them.

It really takes a lot of brainpower not to mention that they have to face the pursuit of Gamma Stars. Especially if they eat Gamma Stars on Earth, it is basically the same as the United States saying that Iraq has biological and chemical weapons and then landing the land, sea and air forces.

Log in whether you have it or not. So this matter is relatively sensitive.

It's not a big deal at all, because they eat the brains of all races.

"Giggle..."

I watched the woman being escorted into the launch bay by the guards, and my heart felt heavy for no reason. It was really unreasonable to dare to be so arrogant after eating the brains of people from Gamma Planet. Although the woman from Planet Leighton was a little crazy, she was definitely

Not a fool.

I hesitated for a while, but decided to report this relatively special incident to the above.

There are three people on duty in the office on the ninth floor underground, two men and one woman. The one wearing glasses is holding his forehead and pretending to be working but is actually taking advantage of the opportunity to sleep. The man with the eyes is the manager of the office. The other man and woman are feeling weak while holding on to their sleepy eyes.

chat.

I didn't rush to clock in, I coughed lightly first, attracted the two of them's attention, and then lowered my voice and said: "Xiao Wang, Lao Xie, the station driver came back ten minutes early, this trip is a little late."

Lao Xie was the oldest, in his forties. He nodded when he heard this, glanced at the sleeping man with glasses, and said softly: "You clock in first, and I will modify the time for you in the background."

I nodded towards Lao Xie: "Thank you, I'll treat you two to dinner tomorrow."

Xiao Wang, who was still sleepy just now, his eyes suddenly lit up when he heard about eating. Probably the only hobby left was eating to refresh the night shift girl.

"Sanmao, this is what you said, I want to have a big meal."

"No problem." I said while clocking in.

The punch card came out with a sound: Thank you. Lao Xie understood this and sat back down and was about to log in to the backstage. The man with glasses suddenly stood up from his chair. He might have gotten up too violently. He covered his head and was stunned for a few seconds before he recovered. Look.

He looked at me, then at Lao Xie, and finally focused on the electronic watch hanging on the wall: "Sanmao, you are late. According to the headquarters' system, ten points will be deducted for each late arrival."
Chapter completed!