The picture ends, although the video is so rough that there is no sound effect.

But everyone in the audience was shocked, and some even stood up excitedly.

Lixia spoke again, and the translator in her ear translated: "This is a video of the data calculated by our team combined with the simulation of a meteorite hitting the earth, and this meteorite is about to hit the earth. Those of you who have studied astronomy know that it is called Apophis. ”

There was an uproar again in the audience, and they exchanged heads.

Lixia coughed, and everyone fell silent again.

Rixia continued to speak English, and the translator continued to translate in her ear, "Now you know the purpose of inviting you here, right? I hope you will cooperate with us to save the planet. The USB flash drive that I just handed in also has a manuscript of the first data on the impact of the earth, which is partially disclosed to you here. You can look at the data and think about how you can save the world, and your suggestions can be endless. Here the five of us will sift through and take out similar schemes to classify. And according to the number of times proposed, the best plan will be discussed by everyone. That's right, answer in English. ”

The staff stood up in rows from the corner and handed out the pen and paper in order.

A staff member ran up to the stage and handed the host some pen and paper, and the host took the pen and paper and handed out pen and paper to the five of us.

At this moment, I feel a little distressed about the dark clouds and Chen Hao, and the two of them have heavy hoods. I was a little reluctant to sit down, and if I wanted to write, I had to hold my head under the hood with one hand and my head on the paper to write.

At this point, the large screen appears and the manuscript is played in turn.

I understood at a glance that these manuscripts were the meteorite impact data that was first uploaded by the clouds.

Of course, many of these data segments are blank.

Now make this data public, not what will happen after the impact. It's exactly the same as Lixia said, but the audience is obviously not so peaceful now.

I couldn't write a word of my notebook, and I glanced at the audience and it seemed to be divided into two batches.

One batch wrote something, probably trying to figure out a way to solve the end of the world.

The other group is looking at the data on the screen, copying and preparing for calculations with pen and paper. I wonder if the end of the world is real, but even if I calculate it, it's useless. This is only the first dark cloud of manuscripts, and the ones that Han Dong and Chen Hai counted after are the main points.

I was thinking that the security check was too strict and electronic devices were not allowed. Now it seems that the implementation is really strict, and everyone can only remember it by hand.

At that time, as long as you are not allowed to take out the scratch paper, it will be difficult to remember all of it even if it is made public.

Which side is Team USA? That was my first thought.

To know that they are the key, in case of what kind of miniature shooting device is brought with you.

Looking at the distribution of countries under the stage, several powerful countries are in the front row of the comparison.

At this moment I saw the location of the United States, just below my right.

There seems to be a division of labor among the five people in the United States, one of whom is copying the data on the screen.

The three were discussing something, but only one was struggling to write.

It doesn't look like there is any mechanical equipment, which makes me feel at ease.

Before thinking about it, only the four of us were writing, and now there are more than 900 of them.

They are all experts, and the effect should be much better than ours.

I put my hand down from under the podium, took off my gloves, and wrote against the edge of the note: Can these people really discuss being ugly?

Then I handed the note from below to the dark clouds around me.

The clouds were thick and he tilted his head to look at my writing, and I helplessly put on my fist gloves to help him lift his hood.