On the vast Sahara Desert, the invisible gravitational pull confined the yellow sand drifting between the heavens and the earth, slowly drawing an arc on the ground.

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Chen Fan was puzzled by Liu Peiqiang's bewildering behavior.

What are you doing?

Silly boy!

That's what Ava used to water your tree, not for you to drink!

You kid want to have the experience to himself, don't you?

Chen Fan couldn't cry or laugh.

If Liu Peiqiang poured the blue liquid on the roots of the tree, then any avatar could communicate with him, and if Liu Peiqiang drank it himself, then only Liu Peiqiang could communicate with him.

The blue liquid in the bottle is gradually bottoming out.

Chen Fan did not stop in the end.

On the one hand, he wants to maintain his mystique before formally establishing contact with humans.

On the other hand, it is also beneficial for him to temporarily let Liu Peiqiang monopolize the channel of communication with him, and he can take this opportunity to cultivate Liu Peiqiang as his spokesperson among the human race.

With a spokesperson, a lot of things get easier.

Starting today, Liu Peiqiang's position in the coalition government will be fiercely upward.

It can be regarded as a fool and a fool.

Chen Fan could sense Liu Peiqiang's emotions, Liu Peiqiang did not have a trace of selfishness when he drank the blue liquid, and simply pushed himself to this position by mistake.

"Ugh!"

Liu Peiqiang suddenly showed an uncomfortable expression.

The composition of blue liquids is complex.

It contains a part of pure consciousness, which can significantly increase the intensity of the consciousness of the organism, but this external ascension can cause great suffering to the organism.

Liu Peiqiang threw away the glass bottle, squatted down holding his head, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

"Doctor!"

The exoskeleton soldiers surrounded him, and they roughly checked Liu Peiqiang's condition, and then carried Liu Peiqiang out of the botanical garden.

Liu Peiqiang had already fainted in pain.

Before he woke up, no one could communicate with Chen Fan.

The catastrophe will continue.

......

The blazing blue-white pillar of light faded out.

"Let's go!"

Three soldiers helped each other into the truck, their faces covered in dust and oil, apparently suffering from the process of shutting down the engine.

"What about the others? What about your captain? ”

Han Ziang asked.

"They're not coming back!"

The soldier replied with tears in his voice.

Han Ziang was stunned, he looked up at the soldier who was talking through the rearview mirror, and found that the soldier had two clear tears on his face.

He sighed, thinking to himself that the child's name was Han Xun, right?

He still remembered that the eyes were full of persistence and fearlessness of the same surname, but he didn't expect that the first time he parted with him was goodbye.

He silently stepped on the gas.

The dead are gone, and those who survive still have to forge ahead.

Time flies.

When the last few steering engines were also turned off, all eyes were on the sea.

At this point, there was only one hour left before the antimatter explosion.

The lives of two billion or more people depend on those who carry out salvage missions.

Antimatter, can it be fished out?

Dodo

There was a huge sound on the surface of the sea, almost as loud as the sound of the waves.

The noise came from a transport plane.

It is descending in altitude, ready to launch one of its hanging deep-sea probes into the water for humanity's last stand.

There was a declining voice in the live broadcast room.

Obviously, a deep-sea probe has little chance of winning in the face of digital life with a lot of tricks.

But that's all the coalition government can come up with.

The coalition government devoted the vast majority of its resources to the first salvage teams and their replacements.

The result was a fiasco.

In the last time, the command did its best to search the whole world, and only made up four working deep-sea probes, one of which was still on display in the square for more than half a year.

Each probe is responsible for salvaging a copy of the antimatter.

The extra one is on standby.

Truth be told, the coalition government is not sure if it will be able to get the job done.

Digital life is too powerful, but in any case, they did their best, and they will be with ordinary people and will never flee the planet until the last moment.

There was a dark cloud over the sea, and the mood of those in charge of the mission was as gloomy as this cloud.

Although they are all elites who have chosen the best from various countries, they understand that they are inferior to their predecessors who have failed before them.

Their chances of accomplishing their mission are slim.

But the safety of billions of people around the world depends on them, and if they fail, the sacrifices and rescue achievements on land will be nothing.

They had to succeed.

This heavy responsibility weighed them down.

"Ready!"

"Let's go!"

As the deep-sea probe slowly enters the water, the steel plate that carries the weight of the probe quietly falls off and falls towards the deep seabed.

As soon as the probe entered the water, the people in the probe realized how bad the sea was at this time.

They shook violently with the waves, like a wolfberry floating on boiling water, constantly bouncing up and down, sometimes exposing the water and sometimes submerging by the sea.

The mission hasn't started yet, and I've tasted the dismount first.

"Dive!"

Everyone understood that the sea was too dangerous and that they had to go deeper immediately.

The captain of the salvage team is called Wang Zhong.

He sensed the sluggish atmosphere in the detector and said encouragingly: "Don't be discouraged, everyone, our probe is very flexible underwater, as long as it reaches the predetermined position, it will definitely be able to stop the antimatter!" ”

Morale has picked up a bit.

Wang Zhong was telling the truth.

While it's unclear what digital life uses to transport antimatter, deep-sea probes are designed specifically for underwater activities, and the equipment for digital life can't be better than this.

This is humanity's only chance of winning.

Antimatter explosion countdown: 1 hour.

......

"Doctor! He's awake! ”

"Comrade! Can you hear me? ”

"Can you see my hand?"

Liu Peiqiang slowly opened his eyes.

He was a little confused.

His memory is still stuck in the "tons and tons", full of ignorance of the situation in front of him.

He turned his head to look out the window.

When he was in the botanical garden, it was getting dark, but now it was bright.

He suddenly had a bad premonition.

What time is it?

How am I in the hospital?

Has the crisis of humanity passed?

He pushed the doctor's hand away with confusion, sat up and asked, "I'm fine, what's going on?" ”

As soon as he got together, he had a strange feeling of incongruity.

Body...... Some sluggish.

Or maybe his mind is running too fast and his body can't keep up with it.

The soul has sat up, and the body is still lying on the bed.

His question should have been asked after he sat down, but before he could fully sit up, the words came out of his mouth.

"Major Liu Peiqiang!" The Coalition government official said, "It's been a day since you suddenly fell into a coma while you were about to communicate with Earth consciousness! ”

Liu Peiqiang was shocked.

He jumped out of bed and asked anxiously, "Is the crisis solved, where is my Avatar?" ”

"I ask to continue the mission!"