Silence often means facing crucial choices.

To save, or not to save.

"Can we still contact the dungeon?" A voice broke the silence.

"No reply."

"The meeting in the first conference room is over. With the current resources, if the whole city can survive, it can last for three to ten days."

"What if the whole city's survival is not guaranteed?"

"Only the supply of resources to the Twin Towers and Eden is guaranteed for fifteen to thirty days, without considering climate factors."

"In extreme cases, the core personnel will be transferred to the Eden underground shelter, and long-term survival may be considered."

"There is still a little hope."

Silence again.

Finally, someone said: "Save or not?"

The lieutenant general looked around the room. An Zhe listened to the broadcast calling for the meeting. He knew that the room was filled with the highest-ranking officers from the command office, staff and combat center. It was different from the meeting in the first conference room.

Those logistics and city defense personnel, they all have to go to the front line.

However, even An Zhe knew what a dangerous place this frontline would be. What could bring the most well-equipped human base to the brink of collapse, making it impossible to hold even the artificial magnetic pole?

Maybe by the time the reinforcements arrived, it had become a dead city. Maybe before reaching the destination, the team crashed in the storm and landed on the ground, or in the Pacific Ocean. Or maybe the northern base used its own arms storage to help

The underground city base, so that the next time the aliens jointly attack here, they lose the ability to resist.

In the long silence, An Zhe heard Lu Feng beside him say: "I'll go."

The lieutenant general looked at him for a long time.

"You are the best candidate." He said.

An Zhe looked at Lu Feng. He knew why the lieutenant general said Lu Feng was the best candidate.

There are huge differences between monsters in different areas on the same continent, and the northern base and the dungeon base are separated by a whole Pacific Ocean, and the habits and fighting methods of the monsters there may be completely unknown.

Who can best adapt to this unknown?

——People who often go to the abyss. The monsters in the abyss are chaotic and crazy, and almost all mutation patterns can be traced in them.

At this time, another officer said: "I am good at commanding large-scale joint operations. Please apply to go."

"The captain of AR137," Lu Feng said: "Correspondent, please ask him if he wants to go voluntarily."

"Mr. Hubbard agreed to go."

The meeting ended, and when leaving here, the lieutenant general called Lu Feng.

"Who will undertake the work of the Inquisition?"

"My lieutenant."

"Can he?"

"Can."

After going out, Selan walked over. The working area of ​​the Tribunal was in this building. He whispered: "Colonel."

Lu Feng responded lightly.

In the dim light, Selan's eyes were a little red. Lu Feng left, and he still had many things to prepare.

Selan asked him to stay in the office of the Tribunal to rest. An Zhe made an excuse to go out in the middle, and he climbed up to the 13th floor. The door of D1344 was still lighted, and there were the voices of researchers inside. They said that time was urgent - precisely because of time,

All research had to be completed against time. An Zhe lowered his head. His body as a mushroom was too fragile and soft to break in rashly. He returned to the lobby on the first floor.

People were coming and going in the hall, and Selan came to him. Anzhe didn't speak, he quietly watched all this happen. Busy people walking back and forth, broadcasts constantly ringing, lights on and off and intermittent

Electric current supplies. It all happens very quickly, and human destiny is as fickle as the aurora in the sky.

At 11 o'clock in the evening, the equipment center reported that the mission had been completed.

At twelve o'clock in the evening, the Logistics and Supply Department reported that the mission had been completed.

At one o'clock in the morning, the maintenance of pl1109 was completed and the fighter formation set sail.

A dull rumbling sound came from the distance. The ground commander needed a wide field of vision. The isolation wall rose, and the blazing rays and strong winds came. Everyone retreated to a safe area deep in the hall. A row of lights lit up in the distance, and An

Zhe tried his best to look over there. The lights on the wings and the nose of the aircraft outlined the huge outline of the fighter planes. Three PL1109 fighters and an entire flight formation were driving steadily towards them.

pl1109, An Zhe knows it. It is a masterpiece of human technology, a fully radiation shielding shell, and an independent cruise system that does not require magnetic field guidance. Human beings have long predicted and prepared for the coming disaster, but no one knows how effective this prediction and preparation will be.

And he finally understood why all the roads in the base were repaired so smoothly, solidly, and wide. The military base was closely connected to the city center, with huge buffer zones, aprons and runways everywhere... People a hundred years ago

He spent all his efforts to build it. This is not because of its beauty or regularity, but because everything in this main city of the human base is designed to cope with the possible war.

Another gate opened, and several officers in black combat uniforms came out.

Among the few people, An Zhe could see Lu Feng at a glance - this man's figure was tall and straight, with clean lines. He was different from the aloof elegance and coldness of the judge's uniform. Although the shape was similar, the combat uniform was different.

He seems more casual, which amplifies his bad qualities.

But An Zhe is not going to call him a bad person tonight. Lu Feng is a very good human being.

Lu Feng walked towards him, holding his original uniform jacket in his arms, and Se Lan took it.

"Follow Selan, don't run around." Lu Feng looked at An Zhe and said.

He then said to Seran: "Keep an eye on him."

It was obviously a very simple word, but An Zhe always felt that he heard a threat in it, as if he would be punished if he ran away.

He frowned and looked up at this person.

Lu Feng reached out and rubbed An Zhe's hair randomly.

His eyes were not as cold or bad as usual. An Zhe even felt that his eyes were a little soft.

This man made up his mind to go to the underground city base on the other side of the earth. Anzhe felt that he should say something, such as asking him to pay attention to safety, or take care of himself... something like that.

He opened his mouth and felt that the colonel was probably used to this kind of life. He seemed to be able to handle everything without any instructions.

In the end, An Zhe just said: "...I cooked mushroom soup tonight."

No matter how good the thermos is, it's not as delicious as it was when it was piping hot.

Lu Feng had a faint smile in his eyes.

"Thank you." He said, "Do it for me when you come back."

Those eyes - eyes as bright as the glow of fireflies in the deepest part of the jungle on a summer night looked at An Zhe.

He seemed to be leaning slightly, and for a moment, An Zhe felt that Lu Feng wanted to get closer to him, but that feeling was fleeting.

"Maybe I won't come back." Lu Feng's voice was slightly hoarse as he said, "Take care of yourself."

An Zhe said "hmm", and he watched Lu Feng turn around, leave the place without looking back, and walk into the temporary boarding bridge.

This was the first time he watched Lu Feng's back go away, and he couldn't remember it clearly. He didn't know why this man could always keep walking forward. He could shoot at his compatriots without hesitation, and he could also sacrifice his life at any time.

Outside, sandstorms came with strong winds, and the night covered them, making the flying dust and gravel look like endless night fog. In this vast night and moonlight, the hum of the engine sounded, and the whole body was pitch black.

The pl1109 fighter plane is stable.

Its spread wings were like a huge flying bird, getting higher and smaller in An Zhe's sight, turning into an invisible black dot, and finally disappearing in the brilliant Milky Way across the sky.

There was a distant roar, a sonic boom, and the fighter jet accelerated again.

An Zhe couldn't find it at all.

Everyone looked up at the boundless night sky. There was a solemn silence in the hall. After a long time, people dispersed.

Anzhe was still standing there, soft footsteps sounded behind him, it was Selan.

"I sometimes wonder why the colonel chose me as his successor, and what qualities and principles he thinks a judge should have." Serran said: "Now I think, contrary to what people think, it is not coldness, but coldness.

kindness."

"Human interests are above all else. It is not kindness to one person, but kindness to the overall destiny of mankind. This is the source of unwavering faith." Seran's voice was very soft and slightly hoarse: "I sincerely hope that...

People a hundred years from now won’t have to face what we face now, if humans still exist at that time.”

An Zhe didn't speak. He looked up at the starry night sky, an endless brilliant ocean.

Seran put his military uniform coat on his body.

"When the aurora shines again, the colonel will be back."

The author has something to say: Today’s late update was not only due to the reason on the leave note, but also because I was choked by the power outage in the dormitory again.
Chapter completed!