I kidnapped an alien civilization

Life goes on, work goes on!

In the early morning, breathing in the fresh air, NCAA spokesman Derek Phoenix was about to step into the headquarters building to start a new day of busy work when he unexpectedly found a large group of people in front of the building who seemed to be watching something.

Could it be a performance by a street artist?

He glanced at the time on his phone: 7:40.

It's still early!

Derek Phoenix squeezed his way through the crowd with his laptop on his back.

banner! banner! banner!

On the three white banners, it was written in big bold letters:

NCAA covered up the truth and attempted to murder the astronauts of country M!

Please wait for the president Bai, and make decisions for the poor astronauts' families!

Superman! It takes Superman to save us now!

Holding the banner was a group of women and children.

The woman's face is sad, while the children's faces are full of timidity.

Derek Phoenix immediately understood everything. These people should be the family members of the Martian crew.

The Martian accident has now become the focus of discussion on major TV stations. On TV, aerospace experts are talking about various rescue plans.

But Derek Phoenix, who is the spokesperson of the NCAA, knows that the NCAA has no rescue plan!

Without an aircraft that can travel 16 million kilometers, any plan is empty talk and fantasy.

Now only the Navigator of Mozi Technology can save these poor astronauts, but those high-ranking people will never seek help from the Chinese people for their political achievements and reputation.

This is a dead end, the ten astronauts on the Mars have become the sacrificial victims of ambition, and will eventually become ten corpses in the icy universe due to exhaustion of supplies.

The sad face of the woman, the innocent eyes of the child. The scene in front of him was like a boulder falling from the sky straight down on Derek Phoenix's heart, and a crack was smashed out of his solid and cold heart.

Derek Phoenix?

Derek Phoenix, what are you thinking, why don't you answer the reporters' questions according to the prepared speech? The supervisor's urging voice came from the headset, and Derek Phoenix, who came back to his senses, realized I am in the routine press conference of the NCAA.

Dozens of cameras under the stage are recording his every move in detail, and the reporters are looking at him expectantly, waiting for his answer.

Excuse me, has the NCAA decided what type of rescue plan to choose? A reporter raised his hand, waiting for his answer.

Derek Phoenix glanced at the speech in his hand, lie! lie! lie!

The speech is full of carefully woven lies!

The scene outside the headquarters building in the early morning reappeared in front of his eyes again, and the gap in his heart gradually widened, as if a kind of purity was growing.

Finally, it breaks out of its cocoon and becomes a butterfly!

Derek Phoenix's face was brighter than ever. He picked up the speech, tore it into pieces, and threw it into the air.

Among the flying paper flowers, he opened his hands and shouted loudly: There is no rescue plan!

The NCAA has already decided to abandon those ten poor astronauts.

Everything you see and hear is a lie!

If you want to save the Mars, the only way is to ask Huaguo's Mozi technology for help.

They own the Navigator!

The reporters in the audience were stunned, and the scene was silent.

Moments later, the power supply in the press conference hall failed, and the scene was plunged into darkness.

It's a pity that it was too late, and Derek Finick, who collapsed on the ground, knew that his speech just now had been broadcast in real time through the news and spread throughout the world.

Perhaps even small people can change the world! He muttered to himself in the dark.

Shocking news, NCAA spokesperson reveals the inside story!

Shock! NCAA conspiracy!

The story that has to be told between Director Jim and Fang Lanshan, the vice president of Mozi Technology.

The Only Savior--Mozi Technology!

I implore Professor Li Mo to save the poor people of country M!

Li Mo smiled wryly, not wanting to look at the newspapers on the desk.

Yesterday those western media also described Micius Technology as an evil company in the newspapers, and called him an evil scientist of the earth. Today, in the news, he was compared to a white lotus flower and a superhero.

Could it be that whoever has milk is a mother?

What should we do next? Fang Lanshan looked excited. He didn't expect that the boss's little scheme would lead to the defection of the NCAA spokesperson. He could even imagine the deflated expression of NCAA Director Jim.

Issuing an announcement to the media, saying that Mozi Technology is willing to bear huge losses, give up the upcoming voyage, and let the Navigator return to rescue the Mars. Li Mo carefully considered the wording of the press release: However, M Chinese officials and the NCAA need to send a formal request to Mozi Technology.”

Fang Lanshan nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

The ball was kicked to the foot of the NCAA again, and director Jim felt infinite regret in his heart. He should have directly ordered the ground command center to activate the spacecraft's self-destruct device when the Mars broke down, and then claimed that the spacecraft was attacked by a small meteorite, and it was over.

It's a pity that it's too late now, he believes that the Navigator of Mozi Technology is already on the voyage to rescue. Once the Martian self-destructs now, it will definitely leave clues, and the situation will inevitably be irreversible by then.

Now how to do?

Do you really want to bow your head to the Chinese people?

After hesitating again and again, Chief Jim picked up the red phone on his desk and dialed a number.

Hello, I'm NCAA director Jim, I have something important to contact Mr. President.

A voice came from the phone: Mr. President is playing golf, please wait a moment!

After a long time, when Jim was anxious, the voice of Bai Deng came from the phone:

Old Jim, what's the matter?

The president doesn't seem to know about the latest press release from Mozi Technology! Jim said carefully: After working around the clock, we at the NCAA have crafted a perfect rescue plan.

Oh, really? President Bai Deng's tone was full of surprises: Then you immediately implement the rescue plan and rescue those ten people from the damn space.

You also know that the family members of those astronauts are accusing the NCAA of deliberately concealing the truth to the public on major news programs.

Several MPs have expressed their dissatisfaction to me.

If the situation continues like this, I can't let you stay in the position of director.

Director Jim trembled in his heart: Thank you, Mr. President, for your care.

However, the implementation of the rescue plan requires the cooperation of Mozi Technology.

Mozi Technology? Bai Deng was a little surprised: Is it the private laboratory in Huaguo that makes batteries?

Yes Jim said: We need the assistance of the Navigator, but Mozi Technology needs you to formally send a request for assistance to Huaguo.

During the phone call, President Bai Deng fell into silence.

Director Jim continued: Now all parties are waiting for us to express our position. You also know that the mid-term elections are approaching.

He knew that as the president of country M, Bai Deng could not care about the lives and deaths of ten Americans, but he couldn't bear the loss of votes caused by it. In country M, all the performances of politicians are for the votes in the hands of voters.

Sure enough, a sigh came from the phone: I will ask the Gray Palace Office to submit a formal request for assistance to Huaguo.