It's reasonable for me to have a two-way foil for a second-level civilization, right?

He didn't turn his head, just sat quietly in the chair.

He knew that when the door opened this time, what would be taken away would be his life.

Sure enough, the next moment, several strong Proxima Centauri pulled him up from the chair.

Atoka didn't make any resistance, just quietly looked at the Proxima Centauri in front of him.

That was his chief, Karp, who was in charge of Atoka in the entire Proxima civilization.

Garp's thinking organs were filled with panic and anger.

He swung his thick forelimbs vigorously, hitting Atoka's thinking organs hard.

"Atoka, say, what message did you privately send to the solar system?"

Accompanied by the sound of questioning, there was a series of cursing.

The content of the cursing is nothing more than an attack on Atoka's birth method and social status.

Layers of extremely obvious folds appeared on the skin at the top of Atoka's thinking organ.

He slowly shook his thinking organ.

Apparently, he wasn't prepared to speak his message.

Garp's "face" suddenly turned ugly.

He stepped up his strength, slapped Atoka in front of him a few times, and walked towards the console.

"There's no need to look for it." Atoka's hoarse voice revealed a bit of madness, "I've already deleted all the data!"

Garp paused slightly, turned his head and glanced at Atoka contemptuously.

He didn't speak, but silently pressed a few buttons on the console in front of him.

A scanning beam appears.

After confirming the identity, rows of data suddenly appeared on the screen.

Looking at the familiar data, Atoka suddenly widened his long and narrow visual organs.

"No... I deleted it, I obviously deleted these data!"

"Stupid, Atoka is Atoka, only worthy of the lowest things!" Garp said mercilessly.

While cursing Atoka for causing trouble in a low voice, Garp looked at the data content.

With just one glance, a fine pimple appeared on the top of his thinking organ: "Damn it, how dare you do such a thing!"

……

"Genetic data?!"

Lu Yongchang stood up abruptly, looking at the holographic image in front of him in disbelief: "Zero, are you sure it's genetic data?"

Lu Yongchang's eyes were full of surprise and suspicion.

That's genetic data!

This is almost a civilization's trump card!

It is no exaggeration to say that if this genetic data is correct, then when human beings face the Proxima Centauri civilization in the future, they can attack it genetically.

This……

This is the same as opening and hanging!

Lu Yongchang couldn't help but swear in his heart.

In the holographic image in front of him, countless dense data flashed by.

Zero's voice sounded again.

"Professor, if there is nothing wrong with the dictionary they sent over, this is indeed the genetic data of Proxima Centauri."

"In addition to the genetic data, there are a few words."

Lu Yongchang swallowed slightly, and asked softly, "What are you talking about?"

A line of Chinese appeared in the holographic image in front of him.

[Dear solar system civilization, let me introduce myself first, I am Atoka from the Proxima Centauri civilization...]

Lu Yongchang quickly read the text in front of him.

Then, he turned his head to look at the genetic data in the holographic image with a complicated expression.

"This……"

Even he was a little unprepared in the face of such a situation.

"Zero, do you think this genetic data is credible?" Lu Yongchang was extremely cautious about the issue between the two civilizations.

Zero quickly responded: "Professor, according to the situation described in those few sentences, that Atoka did have the motivation to do such a behavior."

Lu Yongchang frowned, and asked again: "According to that Atoka, he should be the lowest existence in the Proxima civilization. How did he get this genetic data?"

Zero was silent for a while.

"Professor, there is insufficient information to analyze."

Lu Yongchang shook his head with a wry smile.

"Forget it, let's save the genetic data first."

"When we get to Mars, let's study it carefully to see the authenticity of this data."

"In any case, this data can at least give us some basic understanding of the world 4.22 light-years away."

With that said, he sat back in his chair again, closed his eyes and began to think.

Compared with the genetic data, Atoka's words shocked him even more.

Population continues to decline, class differentiation is obvious, thinking is solidified...

It seems that this is the reason why the Proxima Centauri civilization encountered a technological bottleneck.

However, if you think about it the other way around.

Encountered technological bottlenecks, unable to continue to develop, and can only continue to consume the surrounding resources of civilization, this kind of problem is bound to appear within the civilization.

This is unavoidable.

It is equivalent to an ever-growing vortex, which will eventually swallow up an interstellar civilization!

"Professor, do I need to tell Congressman Li about this?"

Zero's inquiry sounded again.

Lu Yongchang thought for a moment, then nodded slightly.

……

After ten minutes.

A series of hurried footsteps and the sound of the office door opening reached Lu Yongchang's ears.

"Yongchang!"

Councilor Li's slightly hurried voice sounded.

Lu Yongchang quickly opened his eyes, stood up from his seat and greeted him.

Chapter 190 Atoka's Death

"Yongchang!" Mr. Li's eyes revealed a bit of imperceptible confusion, "What does this Proxima civilization mean?"

Lu Yongchang stretched out his hand to help the old man to the sofa beside him.

"To be honest, I was also a little dizzy from Proxima Centauri's manipulation." Faced with the old man's doubts, Lu Yongchang couldn't help but wryly smiled.

"However, with this information, we can at least be sure of one thing."

When the old man heard this, his eyes became even more puzzled.

"We don't have to worry about the so-called chain of suspicion anymore, and we don't have to think about Proxima Centauri's attitude towards us." Lv Yongchang shrugged helplessly, "There is bound to be a war between us and them."

……

Proxima b is inside a disc building.

Atoka's limbs were firmly bound to a frame made of steel.

This is his execution platform.

Not long ago, he was convicted of a crime against civilization and would be sentenced to the highest level of punishment in civilization.

Including other Atoka, all Proxima Centauri can see the complete process of his death with the help of broadcast equipment.

The door of the disc building slowly opened.

The outside world is full of powerful light.

It was noon, and the surface temperature of Proxima Centauri b reached an "astonishing" 30 degrees Celsius.

This is an extremely high temperature for Proxima Centauri.

Compared to temperature, however, it is the light from the host star that poses the greatest danger.

Light contains extremely intense radiation from stars.

Even with the dense atmosphere and ozone layer as barriers, the radiation at noon is enough to cause a certain degree of damage to the body of a normal Proxima Centauri.

It is also true that on Proxima Centauri, black, which can greatly absorb the light and radiation of stars, has become the most noble color.

Atoka squinted three pairs of eyes, looking at the powerful light outside the door, countless thoughts flashed through his thinking organs.

Just at this moment, several Proxima Centauri in charge of execution quickly pushed the steel execution platform to the outside world.

Stimulated by the strong light, Atoka subconsciously closed his eyes.

A burning and tingling sensation came from his back.

Atoka knew that it was the effect of the light from the Proxima Centauri shining on him.

But it's not fatal.

Atoka turned his head and looked aside.

The Proxima Centauri in charge of the execution pushed Atoka to the designated position, then quickly ran aside, fetched a huge disc-shaped object, and placed it under Atoka's body.

Atoka looked at the disc-shaped object covered by the dark curtain below him, and a chill flashed in his heart.

He knew what it was.

The dark curtain was instantly lifted, revealing what was hidden inside.

A huge concave mirror.

(similar to a solar cooker)

Execution Table Construction (Solar Cooker)

The moment he saw the concave mirror, an extremely hot feeling appeared in his abdomen.

Atoka stared fixedly at the executioners who had the same background and status as him in the distance, and let out meaningless roars one after another.

……

"Get ready for war, folks."

On Proxima Centauri, a slightly high-pitched voice sounded in the center of a huge disc-shaped building.

The sound propagated along the dense atmosphere, and bounced off the smooth inner wall of the building for the first time, forming cascading echoes.

The echo gradually disappeared, and there was silence in the crowded hall.

All the Proxima stared at their three pairs of long and narrow eyes, and looked at Lyle in the center who was dressed in black.

"Dear Lyle, why do you say that?"

A Proxima Centauri in dark gray took a step forward and asked in a respectful tone: "Can't we send another message to the solar system to clarify the misunderstanding?"

Lyle, who was wearing a black robe, glanced in the direction of the sound.

When he saw the dark gray clothing representing the royal family, Lyle's haughty expression softened slightly.

"Dear Ricks, I can explain to you why."