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

Zhang Zhengqing's body trembled violently.

What kind of look is this? !

Indifference, disappointment, helplessness... But deep down, there is a bit of hope!

Zhang Zhengqing's eyes were frightened, and words of disapproval rushed to his lips.

But several images involuntarily appeared in his mind.

On that day, the main star gradually dimmed, Proxima b turned into a ball of ice, and the surrounding resources gradually became scarce.

On that day, the reform of Proxima Centauri failed and fell into the flames of war.

On that day, the new generation no longer looked up at the starry sky, but turned their attention to the only space in the surface city.

That day...

He swallowed hard, and swallowed the words from his mouth back into his stomach.

"Human civilization in Proxima Centauri has no way out."

Ren Feng's voice came softly: "Although I was born in Proxima Centauri, I have heard an old saying from the Earth era."

"If you don't break out in silence, you will perish in silence."

"Instead of dying in the exhaustion of resources, it is better to burn yourself and light the way forward for them."

The moment the words fell, the memory of the Proxima Centauri holographic cinema resurfaced in Ren Feng's mind.

"Grandpa..."

He murmured in a low voice like a mosquito's voice: "What you didn't do at that time, I will do it for you..."

Zhang Zhengqing seemed to have thought of those old people laughing and rushing to die back then, his eyes were slightly red, and he nodded fiercely and said, "Okay, I agree!"

"It's just that our population is too small to help them complete the docking plan."

The smile on Ren Feng's face showed a trace of madness: "It's okay."

"Did you forget about the Social Care Center?"

"There, there are enough germ cells."

"Boom!"

There was a muffled sound at the door.

"Who?!"

Ren Feng's face changed drastically, and he shouted sharply!

There was no response, only a series of extremely hasty footsteps.

Ren Feng subconsciously turned his head and looked at Zhang Zhengqing.

The two did not speak, and only relied on their eyes to communicate with each other.

'broken! '

'what to do?Once this news is leaked, the consequences will be disastrous! '

'...'

After managing the Proxima civilization for so long, no one knows the Proxima humans at this time better than them.

They have almost forgotten the glory of human beings, and only think about eating and dying in the surface cities!

Wanting these people to understand the inheritance spirit of human civilization is tantamount to talking about the Arabian Nights!

Gradually, Ren Feng's somewhat crazy eyes gradually infected Zhang Zhengqing.

Facing Ren Feng's gaze, Zhang Zhengqing's eyes gradually became murderous, and he nodded vigorously.

Afterwards, Zhang Zhengqing stood up abruptly from his seat and walked towards the office door.

"Notify all troops..."

……

In front of him, the holographic projection screen shimmered.

Behind him was a cold seat.

Ren Feng listened to the harsh siren sounding outside the building, and slowly lowered his eyes.

"Help me contact the human fleet."

"Yes, Mr. Speaker."

The electronic synthesizer sounded: "The communication link is being established, please wait a moment."

……

"no!"

Lu Yongchang slammed the table hard, and was furious: "This is a matter of the human fleet, and there is no need for your Proxima human civilization to intervene!"

"You wake me up!"

"The flaws in the docking plan, we will fix it immediately!"

"Leading the development of civilization well is what you should do!"

"Professor, I'm awake." Ren Feng's voice came from the loudspeaker, "It's not just me, Zhang Zhengqing also agreed to this proposal."

"Listen carefully, the army has already begun to move."

"Next, the urban nurturing center will lift all restrictions. At the same time, all current personnel on Proxima b will be forced to hibernate until the last moment."

"I did the math for you."

"From now on, when the home ship and dimension strike ship of the human fleet come to Proxima Centauri, there will be at least [-] million humans on Proxima b."

"According to the calculation results provided by Zhang Zhengqing, our resources should just last until the arrival of the fleet."

"In order to improve the age distribution of the tail-docking plan, these [-] million humans will not receive life extension modification, and they will become the last piece of the puzzle of the tail-docking plan."

"You, you are confused!" Lu Yongchang was shocked and angry, "Do you know what you are doing?!"

"You are committing a crime!"

In the picture, Ren Feng smiled.

Smiling brightly.

"Professor, you also know in your heart that there is no hope for the human civilization of Proxima Centauri."

"Even, we can't even maintain the normal life of these [-] million humans for a long time!"

"Professor." The smile on Ren Feng's face gradually faded, "The plan has already begun."

"You don't need to send the fleet."

"However, the countdown to the demise of human civilization in Proxima Centauri has already started."

"Let's play the final role."

Ren Feng's eyes revealed a bit of pleading: "Human civilization cannot perish!"

The holographic communication interface dissipated instantly.

[The connection has been interrupted...]

Looking at the flashing words in front of him, Lu Yongchang leaned back on the chair with a pale face.

"Zero, can you control the central computer of the Proxima Centauri civilization?"

He seemed to have remembered something, straightened up suddenly, and shouted sharply: "Stop their actions immediately!"

"Trying to establish a connection..."

Electronic synthesis sounded.

A glimmer of hope rose in Lu Yongchang's eyes.

But in the next second, this hope was severely smashed.

"The other party has physically cut off and cannot establish a connection."

Zero's electronically synthesized voice was extremely cold, as if it had sentenced the human civilization of Proxima Centauri to death.

ps: Hahahahaha, knives, they are all knives, give me knives!

cough cough...

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Chapter 576 No. 11 Secret Ballot

"Damn!"

Lu Yongchang stretched out his hand angrily, and patted the desk in front of him vigorously.

The cold touch stabbed his palm deeply.

"Ling, call Fang Xu over!"

he whispered.

But soon, he shook his head: "No, let him go to the conference room."

"Notify everyone, including the parliament, to call an emergency meeting immediately!"

This matter involves the lives of too many people, and it is not up to him or Fang Xu to decide.

After finishing speaking, he reached out to release the electromagnetic adsorption device on the seat, stood up solemnly, and walked straight to the office door.

"Received, the meeting will start in three ten minutes."

At the same time as the electronic synthesis sound fell, the office door opened, and Zero's avatar dissipated into the air with particle effects.

……

【Earth】, conference room.

On both sides of the conference table, everyone had different expressions on their faces.

"That's about it."

Lu Yongchang raised his hand and rubbed his forehead lightly: "Let's talk about it, do you want to change the implementation area of ​​[Tail Docking Plan]?"

While speaking, he turned his gaze to Fang Xu and Hong Qiming who were not far away.

Fang Xu didn't speak, but Hong Qiming spoke first.

"Professor, I need to be sure."

Lu Yongchang raised his eyebrows and nodded slightly: "Say it."

Hong Qiming's eyes were fixed, and he asked in a deep voice: "Can we still contact the human civilization of Proxima Centauri?"

"Or to put it another way, Zero, can you remotely control the weak artificial intelligence over there?"

Without any hesitation, Lu Yongchang shook his head and said, "Impossible."

"Ren Feng and Zhang Zhengqing physically cut off all external network connections. At present, Proxima Centauri is like an isolated island, unless the other party actively restores the connection, or we send a starship to Proxima b."

Hong Qiming took a deep breath, his eyes were extremely complicated.

There is admiration and regret.

Hong Qiming pursed his lips forcefully: "As Ren Feng said, no matter what we do, the countdown to the demise of human civilization on Proxima Centauri has started."

"That leaves us with only one option."

"You can't let the human civilization of Proxima Centauri go to death for nothing, right?"

"What's more, the [Docked Tail Project] does have flaws, and Proxima Centauri can complement this plan very well."

"Besides, there is one more thing."

"Proxima Centauri and our target star system are almost in two opposite directions."

"This can greatly increase the success rate of [Tail Docking Project]."