"Drip, drip, drip......"

The ECG rises and falls regularly, and the sinuous curves show exuberant vitality.

A doctor with an EA logo on his shoulder sat in front of Yang Ping's hospital bed, and a medical flat screen monitor recorded Yang Ping's various physical indicators.

He checked the time, and according to the agreed time in advance, it was time for Yang Ping to wake up.

A needle was injected into Yang Ping's arm, and the liquid spread along the blood vessels to the whole body.

"Ahem...... Ahem......"

Yang Ping sat up from the bed suddenly, his eyes widened, Owen, that's right, Owen, what the hell does he want to do?

The white walls and a room full of medical equipment made him immediately tell that this was a room in the hospital.

"Mr. Yang Ping, is there still pain in your throat?"

"Uh...... No more, you ...... Who is it?"

"I'm your guardian physician and Mr. Owen's entourage, so you don't have to be nervous."

Yang Ping's eyes focused on the logo on the doctor's shoulder, the crown of his teeth clenched, he didn't know what Owen wanted to do.

The doctor took out another injection and stuck it on Yang Ping's arm, not even giving Yang Ping time to react.

"Ah, what are you doing?" Yang Ping screamed in pain.

"Don't be nervous, the medicine I injected will help you regain your strength, you don't need to hold on now, it's best to lie down."

Yang Ping really felt that he had no strength at all, but he didn't know whether the person in front of him was friend or foe, so he could only hold on and pretend to be powerful.

However, how could the doctor, who had been monitoring him, not know his true condition, and pointed a finger on Yang Ping's shoulder, forcing him to fall down and lie on his soft bed.

"Hey, you hurt me, change me a nurse!" Yang Ping said vigilantly and angrily.

"I'm sorry, there are no nurses, the women have been evacuated, there are few doctors, you have no choice."

"Evacuate? What day is today?" Yang Ping felt that he had regained some strength, the doctor didn't lie to him, it was indeed a thing to restore his strength.

"Brother Yang Ping, according to the time of the earth, today is July 12th, and there are about 19 days before the Sirius fleet arrives on Mars, welcome to the eve of Mars!" Owen pushed open the door and smiled, motioning for the doctor to leave.

"I've been asleep for more than three months, on the eve of Mars, what the hell do you want to do, Owen?!" Yang Ping couldn't accept it for a while, he had wasted so much time, and why did he go to Owen to stun him?

His face was bloodshot and flushed with these questions, and he desperately wanted to know what had happened.

"It's not good for your health to be on fire, Brother Yang, don't be impatient, I'll take you out for a walk."

Owen helped the frail Yang Ping to walk outside, where a tram was already waiting, ready to be on call.

"Go to the bar." Owen commanded the driver.

Autopilot was turned on, the tram was driving on the wide road, the street was unusually deserted, the supply supermarkets were blocked, and a team of EAs were there carrying daily necessities, and they broke down the door of the warehouse.

This shouldn't be, why would EA do this, supply the supermarket with all the necessities of life for the inhabitants of Mars, where everyone can come and buy all the necessities of life except for the fixed ration.

EA is clearly trying to empty this place, which is definitely not normal!

However, Yang Ping felt that even if he asked, it would be in vain, and Owen would definitely tell himself what he wanted to say, and if he didn't want to say it, it would be in vain to ask again.

The tram soon came to the front of the bar, but it was closed and no one was running it.

Owen directly took out the matching gun on his waist, and with a single shot, the door lock was broken, and the door spread out to both sides, and the bar was covered with a layer of dust, and no one had come to sit here for a while.

The accompanying EA immediately rushed in, turned on the lights, swept the tabletops, relaid the tablecloths, and placed the best liquor in the wine cabinet on the table.

"Brother Yang, sit down." Owen sat on the chair with a big grin, and said calmly when he saw that Yang Ping had some concerns.

Yang Ping sat directly opposite, his face gloomy as water, and his intuition told him that Owen must have done something big, scary enough, huge enough.

Owen filled a cup for Yang Ping, pushed it closer, and filled it for himself, "Come on, brother, this cup is considered to be reparation." ”

Yang Ping looked at the bright liquor, he is also a lover of wine, just by the color and taste is enough to distinguish that this is the best wine, and it is worth a fortune.

"You know what I'm trying to say." Yang Ping didn't move, pushing the wine glass aside, he didn't do anything until he knew what was happening.

"Don't be like this, brother, my brother is also for your body, you see that your throat is okay now."

"Come on, if you don't explain it clearly, our relationship will end here."

"Hey, brother, what can I do, it's just a favor for you, if you can't do it, I'll help you."

"Smack!" Yang Ping slapped the table and stood up, shaking the table three times, "Come less!"

Two EAs walked up from behind Yang Ping, one left and one right, ready to buckle Yang Ping down at any time.

"What, you're ready to do it?"

"Push it away, brother, don't worry, I've already ordered someone to prepare a meal, don't be impatient."

"Goo~" Yang Ping had a hungry burp in his stomach, and he really needed to replenish food in his stomach.

But now Yang Ping really doesn't have the heart to eat, and the more Owen is so unhurried, the more uncomfortable and anxious he becomes.

"Brother, I can't hide it, I also did it as a last resort to maintain order on Mars."

"Then it's better to talk about your plans, and I don't seem to be able to stop you from doing anything in the current situation." Yang Ping calmed down, sat back in his seat, and tried to make his tone as gentle as possible.

"It's not as complicated as you think, in an hour, Tongtian 3 will complete the evacuation of the last batch of women and children, and all I have to do is blow up Tongtian 3."

"What? You're going to blow up Babel-3!" Yang Ping was almost choked with anger, Owen suddenly wanted to blow up so bluntly, what should he be!

"That's right, Babel-3 must be blown up!" Owen's tone was unusually firm, and there was no room for questioning.

"But the fleet of the Heavenly Wolf Civilization hasn't come here yet, and we can still evacuate about five thousand people, you can't do that!"

"No, no, brother, you are so naïve, I can tell you for sure that from now on, no one can leave, including you and me."

"It's not for you to decide...... Scold...... cough ......" Yang Ping's nerves tightened to the extreme for a moment, and he gasped violently and even felt suffocated.

Owen hurriedly grabbed Yang Ping's collar to prevent him from falling to the ground and bumping his head, but Yang Ping grabbed his collar with his backhand, the distance between the two was less than ten centimeters, and even the other party's snort was clearly felt.

A new volume opens, strictly speaking, the third volume, in which humanity will transform itself in the midst of existence and destruction.

(End of chapter)