At this time, everyone was concentrating on connecting to the Internet and listening to a "crisis public relations" from the Galaxy City Command Center. The screen in every square is a must-do.

"About some news that has been circulated online recently, confirmed by the Engineering Department and the Security Department, it was deliberately released after the first galaxy's artificial intelligence invaded the civil network." On the screen, the young general still said with a familiar rhythm. The corners of his mouth were naturally raised and his eyes were very bright. Even if he didn't laugh, as the facial muscles moved while speaking, a pair of lying silkworms under his eyes would appear and disappear from time to time, which made him always look a little relaxed and happy.

"My staff thinks that this matter is easy to public relations. As long as the tension in the eighth galaxy is expanded in the eighth galaxy, the nature of the matter becomes an "enemy public opinion attack". The government does not need to refute it too logically. Giving a similar explanation can cover up the battle atmosphere of unity against the enemy, and at the same time spread guiding remarks, and making all those who are stuck into artificial intelligence spies. You will soon choose to believe me - after all, I have a good image over the years, and now there are dozens of advertising invitations from toothpaste manufacturers in my private email."

"There are indeed enemies on the other side of the natural wormhole, but I don't really want to put all the charges on it. By the way, this speech has not been reviewed by the cabinet. It is illegal and may be deleted on the entire network in a while. I hope everyone will keep it privately and share it with relatives and friends who have missed this precious opportunity in the future."

"My mother, Ms. Muller, was sent by the Central Alliance at that time, to hunt down the Eighth Galaxy. Her adoptive father was unable to catch up and save her. I should have died in my womb..."

In the command center of Galaxy City, the Eighth Galaxy Government Office was blown into a pot of porridge. The spokesperson team rushed into the chief's office in a desperate situation. As soon as they entered the door, they were shocked by the guards carrying live ammunition at the door. The person on the chair turned his head - but it was the commander Lin Jingheng who was worried.

Lin Jingheng is very low-key in the Eighth Galaxy. He doesn't show up for business and doesn't say anything. He stays at home after work and never acts as hard as he did when he was in the Silver Fortress. It is logical that there is nothing to be afraid of, but they just cramp their calves when they see him, and they have a fear that comes from nowhere like the golden python popcorn.

"Sit." Lin Jingheng said almost kindly, "You are always there."

The General Office Director mustered up the courage to step forward: "General Lin, please contact the General Secretary immediately. We ask that the broadcast of this statement be stopped immediately. This will cause great harm to the Eighth Galaxy Government and General Secretary Lu himself. In such an external and internal troubles..."

Lin Jingheng raised his hand and interrupted him: "Does the director also think this would be a scandal?"

director:"……"

Even if I feel it, I dare not say it in front of Lin Jingheng.

"Of course not..."

"Since it's not, what can't be explained in detail?" Lin Jingheng said slowly, "Conspiracy theories all grow from dark places. If you don't look as good as a wife, will you never turn on the lights again? I can't see any problems - of course, the situation is urgent, and maybe I have owed some procedures, and I will remind the president to make up for it in the future."

The director's face turned into pig liver color.

On the three-dimensional screen in a corner of the office, Lu Bixing said calmly: "So I'm pieced together, I'm probably the only beneficiary of the 'Nuwa Project' that has harmed countless people--"

The director is about to have a heart attack.

At this time, the humanoid Zhanlu walked in and handed him a small box with exquisite packaging: "Sir, you have a courier sent to your home. I just asked the robot to retrieve it."

In the box is a ring that is exactly the same on one.
Chapter completed!