In the small park not far from Han Lang's home, the three of them were eating meat buns and drinking hot chocolate together, just like when they first met two years ago.
It’s just that no looters dare to approach the earth anymore. The strong rise of the Federal Air Force has brought the quiet and peace that the earth has longed for for many years. The Earth’s air force with one Wyvern-class aircraft carrier and three Axe-class aircraft carriers can completely enter The top 300 alliance fleets.
Han Lang was eating Roujiamo and looked at the people exercising in the small park. When he was a child, Han Lang remembered that the old people exercising in this park looked worried, worried about the future of the earth, and worried about the work of their children and grandchildren.
But now, the haze surrounding the earth has dissipated, and sunshine began to appear on their faces. The discussion is no longer about children unable to find a job, but about whether to join the Federal Air Force or the Federal Engineering Corps.
"The sculpture holding the copper bull seems to be Pang Zuolin." Han Lang pointed to the stone statue in the middle of the turntable road in the distance.
"It's him. If you didn't allow it, the city would have been filled with your sculptures. We grew up listening to Clark's stories when we were young, but now the children are listening to the tough-boned Han Lang's stories. My little nephew knows that. You and I are classmates, and I have been clamoring to see you." Li Qi said with a smile.
Chen Zhong, the fat man, also laughed, saying that Han Lang is now a hero on earth, but when the topic changed, Chen Zhong asked curiously, "Brother, is there something wrong? You are always so busy that you don't even have time to go home." Yes, why do you suddenly have time?"
Han Lang smiled wryly and said, "Because I found out that my busyness is in vain. The Galaxy Alliance has their own system, and a little person like me can't do anything, so I'm back, as a person on Earth. Take care of me." Your fellow man is the most important thing, as for those people outside the earth, it is God's work to save them, not mine."
Anyone could hear the sadness in Han Lang's words, but he refused to say it, so Li Qi and Chen Zhong didn't continue to ask. They all knew that Han Lang's superficial smile was actually a fake, and he kept all the pressure in his heart.
"Would you like to come to my house for a sit down?" Han Lang invited Li Qi and Chen Zhong to ask.
Chen Zhong laughed heartlessly, Han Lang asked him why he was laughing, but Chen Zhong refused to say.
Leave this small park and turn another street corner. It was the neighborhood where Han Lang used to live.
There was a queue outside the community, and the sign of the community was covered by a larger copper sign, which said, Han Lang's former residence.
Han Lang frowned angrily and amusedly and said, "What is a former residence? Firstly, I haven't passed away yet. Secondly, this is still my only house on earth. I haven't moved yet."
Li Qi said: "You can't blame anyone. I heard that you used to live here. Every day, many people came to visit, and the surrounding area was frightened. The government had no choice but to manage the order of the community. After a long time, It really became an attraction.”
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Han Lang had no choice but to accept the fact that his home had become a tourist attraction. He stayed in the hotel for one night, met his former classmates and friends, and left Shanghai at noon the next day. Went to the NASCAR base.
This wasteland is still the same, but there are many more large buildings. With the expansion of the earth's army, more and more soldiers will come here, and gradually develop into a city dominated by soldiers.
Han Lang met a lot of people here, the Big Three, Clark, Lao Mo, and so on.
But Han Lang didn't tell anyone about his worries, and he was still talking and laughing. Now the output of the flagship production line has reached the rate of producing a Ming Ax every two months, which makes Han Lang very excited.
After the first two days of frequent meetings, Han Lang shut himself up. He rarely saw guests and did not participate in federal military or political meetings, focusing on his own cultivation and research.
Han Lang got the news from San Chi that the asylum was coming to earth soon. Han Lang was a little excited to meet this galaxy legend.
But Han Lang also knew that the asylum had no way to influence the attitude of the Galaxy Alliance, otherwise he would not have been expelled many years ago for putting forward the shocking theory of the collapse of the galaxy.
About a week after Han Lang returned to Earth, the asylum arrived as scheduled, escorted by a small fleet, with a group of his students, and many escorts that Han Lang knew at a glance to be top experts.
On an uninhabited island in the tropics, Han Lang met the asylum.
This is an old man who is blind. Although he has no eyes, he still has excellent insight into the surrounding environment. When he got off the spaceship and came to this white beach, he didn't need help from others.
A row of deck chairs and umbrellas, freshly squeezed juice and ice cubes, this is how Han Lang entertained asylum seekers.
Half lying on the chair, the asylum smiled slightly and said, "Your hometown is a very beautiful place. Judging by your state, you seem to be on vacation?"
Han Lang said: "Let's put it this way. After getting used to being busy, I'm suddenly free. I'm slowly adapting to this pace of life. However, your old man doesn't look like you are on vacation. You have brought so many people with you, and they all look worried. .”
The asylum said: "Don't blame them, I have figured it out, they haven't."
"What did you figure out?" Han Lang asked curiously.
The asylum made a fool of himself and said, "Tell me first, what do you think of the alliance."
Han Lang heaved a sigh of relief, looked at the coastline in the distance, and said in a low voice, "The disease is terminally ill and there is no cure."
The asylum clapped his hands lightly, "Yes, this is what I figured out. It's inappropriate to use surgery to save a terminally ill patient, and he should be given an antidote."
"You may also know that my people and I have been working hard to save this alliance all along, and we have done a lot of work for this, but now, I suddenly find that the alliance is hopeless. I feel a lot more relaxed, no matter what, it is impossible to save a patient who is bound to die."
Han Lang pouted. "You old man came all the way to Earth, didn't you just tell me about this?"
"Of course not." The asylum said, "I'm here to invite you to join my Butterfly Project."
Han Lang said lightly, "I will listen carefully."
The asylum said: "I had someone investigate your experience, and found that the reason why you are today is because you have a persistent belief in your heart, and you want to protect your hometown and save your compatriots."
"But now, I think you should be a little disheartened, right? After you finally understand the corruption of the alliance."
Han Lang said: "I am indeed a little disappointed. Human beings are not the most powerful species in the universe. Facing the unknown universe. We can only survive if we keep moving forward and struggling. Coveting for ease will only kill us all." .”
The asylum nodded, "I agree with you very much. Only the most cautious and persistent people are qualified to live in this universe, so I am here this time to provide you with a choice."
"Your obsession lies in protecting your hometown and saving your fellow citizens. Obviously, with the return of prehistoric civilization, you cannot do both at the same time. If you join my Butterfly Project, you will not be able to protect your hometown, but you can Save your compatriots and let the 15 billion people on earth survive this catastrophe."
Han Lang was slightly taken aback, frowned, and listened carefully.
"People in the world think that I used the vector model to calculate the demise of the Milky Way. But this is wrong. I am not a prophet, but a mathematician. A friend of mine told me this. I didn't believe it, so I created A set of vector model algorithms to calculate the prophecies he told me."
"As a result, you also guessed it. I calculated the exact same result as he predicted. That's why I built a shelter in the Forgotten Realm and became what people call the shelter."
"My friend also gave me a landmark. He said that it is a very hidden ultra-long-distance natural wormhole. Through that wormhole, you can reach a distant but safe star field."
Han Lang was taken aback for a moment, and said in surprise, "Project Butterfly is to leave the Milky Way and live in another star field?"
The asylum said noncommittally: "You are right to say that, but that is only part of the plan. In the absence of other options, we can only choose to preserve the blood of the human race. Only when human beings continue in the vast universe will everything be able to survive." has hope."
Han Lang asked in a deep voice, "How far is the star field you mentioned from the Milky Way?"
"Fifteen million light-years."
Huh~
Han Lang let out a sigh of relief. The diameter of the entire Milky Way is only 120,000 light-years. It would be far enough to live 15 million light-years away. If there were no natural wormholes, even the fastest spaceship would It also takes fifty-seven years of long voyage to arrive.
I'm afraid that even the most famous explorer family in the Milky Way, Fenglin Guye, they haven't been to such a distant place.
"How many people will be willing to immigrate to the new star field?" Han Lang asked again.
"Not too much." The asylum smiled bitterly: "Without the support of the alliance, we spread the news that the galaxy is about to perish. Not only is it a violation of the law, but it will also be regarded as crazy by most people. It's been too long at ease."
"My compatriots are still desperately learning new technologies and technologies, and are preparing to do a big job to improve the civilization level of the earth." Han Lang said with self-deprecation.
"Participating in the Butterfly Project can also improve the civilization level of the earth. You also know that there are many masters with top skills in the Forgotten Realm." The asylum said.
Han Lang laughed and said, "Those people..."
Han Lang originally wanted to say that there are no good people in the Forgotten Realm, but he suddenly thought about it, and his eyes lit up suddenly.
nice guy
What is a good person
The three idiots can't be considered good people, but they are all masters with top-level skills. Han Lang can live to this day because he took an evil path and learned a lot of skills that were banned by the alliance.
From Han Lang's point of view, this evil path is on the right track!
Although he was despised by the alliance, it was drugs, combination beasts, robot technology, and forbidden techniques that supported Han Lang's survival to this day!
If you participate in the Butterfly Project, isn't it equivalent to pushing all the people on the earth to the same evil path as yourself
Jumping out of the shackles of the alliance and directly learning from the most notorious guys in the alliance is a way of life for the weak earth. If you want to survive in the dark jungle of the universe, it is not enough to obey the law. It has to be tough enough!
"Don't rush to answer me, after all, this is an important decision that affects 15 billion people on the earth." Although the asylum was blind, he could hear Han Lang's heart beating faster, and said in a low voice, "This is a Huge plan, for this, I still have to make a lot of preparations, now I have to go, if you have a decision, please contact me again."
"However, I still want to remind you that the time left for us is running out." (To be continued.)