Origin of Mars

Chapter 20 Press Conference

In less than 10 minutes, the lander has completely changed its appearance. It has a round and huge shape. The maintenance robots have also replaced its battery module. When the power is exhausted, the solar panel on its back will automatically It can be folded and popped up for light energy supplementation.

And all the scholars and researchers, including Yu Han, looked at each other in disbelief, not knowing what to say.

"These guys are like dismantling a basic Lego model."

Haring's limp blond hair has been anxiously crumpled into the shape of a chicken coop, but he's staring at the big screen, excited like a monkey picking up fruit.

For Harlem, honor, fame and fortune are a pile of useless rubbish at this time, and what excites him even more is the thrill of exploring the unknown, like oil poured into rusty gears, renewing this aging body. The shell wakes up.

"Yeah, I can't imagine what they're doing, these little robots deciphered the interior of the lander in just a few seconds. Sorry to the chief engineer, I don't know the words to describe them."

A researcher responsible for the installation and maintenance of the lander shook his head and smiled wryly. He was so shocked that his mind went blank, and he didn't know what to say.

"It's okay. Sit down."

Yu Han signaled to him, and immediately proposed a new discussion topic:
"Everyone, we should be happy now that this civilization actually modified our lander."

"What the hell do they mean?"

At this time, when the discussions in the AIM Aerospace Research Center were in full swing, at the other end of the blue star, Schiff sitting in the office tremblingly took off the one-sided round mirror, his eyes were slightly confused, and he stared at the wall in front of him. I don't know what I was thinking about the last expensive oil painting.

Suddenly, he flipped over a pile of documents on the table, and the chair behind him fell to the ground. The exquisite porcelain cup filled with coffee made a harsh sound of shattering, and the dark liquid stained the precious oil paintings one by one.

The general who has always been hailed as the cornerstone of country M was furious at this moment like a muddy primitive man.

A few seconds later, the assistant outside the door carefully opened the door.

"General, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing."

Schiff took a deep breath, wiped his face, suddenly pointed to the documents scattered on the ground, and said slowly: "Tell Yousef to bring his men to get here as soon as possible, and bring all the documents. , Also, I want to call a press conference and send a notice to all the media with the right to speak, asking them to attend on time."

Schiff said every word, gnashing his teeth, the guard froze in place like a wooden man in fright.

"clear."

He nodded hastily, and then closed the door again as if fleeing, leaving only Schiff in the room panting heavily.

One minute later, Schiff suddenly raised his hand to adjust the already loose neckline, stepped forward to open the window, and stood facing the sun. The aroma of coffee gradually dissipated, and his cloudy eyes staring at the sky reappeared like eagles cold light.

Is it AIM?

well
Half an hour later, an anxious Youssef passed by two expressionless guards and even made the sign of the sign of the sign of the sign of the sign of the cross reverently as he boarded the elevator.

Until he sat across from Schiff, who just sat silently and smoked a cigar.

Yousef is a devout Christian who never touches any cigarettes and only occasionally drinks a particular brand of wine.

He hated the smell of smoke very much, but at this moment Yousef could only sit obediently on the chair, the cigars pouring into his nostrils smelled like poisonous gas.

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Until the third root, Yousef finally spoke:

"This is a message from the International Astronautics Commission. It will not announce any news about Mars, because this is not a requirement in the regulations, and they will not fulfill it."

He sat on a chair, carefully handed the document to the table, and swallowed uncomfortably.

"I've seen this, and what I want is different information."

Schiff finally shifted his gaze to Yousef, sat upright slowly, and crossed his hands.

Afterwards, he held a cigar and twisted the ash heavily on the paper, a pungent burnt smell immediately permeated, and the entire report was burnt with a huge gash.

"There's no one from us on AIM?"

"No. It's an organization that is completely self-developed, and it includes all the talents in Huaguo's aerospace field." Yousef's skin tightened, and he quickly responded, but after a pause, he seemed to suddenly think of something, "There is a. A professor named Cassie Haring once went to AIM to exchange research, and later triggered a series of sensitive incidents, which was also 20 years ago."

"call"

Schiff slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, "I know him, and I am responsible for many of his related incidents."

Schiff's answer made Yussel's back shudder, he didn't know what it meant, but he didn't dare to ask anything, he could only speculate secretly in his heart.

"A disloyal dog will never gain the trust of his master, even just once."

With a cigarette in his mouth, Schiff chuckled and threw a document to Yousef.

It has a very familiar touch, and it is the package that only top secret documents have. In the center of the leather bag is a scarlet symbol of crossed swords and shields.

"Open it, don't mother-in-law and mother-in-law be like a bitch."

Schiff urged impatiently.

Yousef's hands were sweating profusely, and the seal on the mouth of the bag had been torn off. With a gentle pinch, several thin documents were taken out.

Just looking at it, Yousef felt as if a pair of big hands had grabbed his cap and was pulling it upwards vigorously.

"General. This!"

Yousefton felt a dry mouth, flipped through these documents, pointed to a pattern and said excitedly:

"That's an alien base! General!"

"Half a month ago, the detector had already captured these pictures."

"Then why."

"Because of those extremely stupid parliamentarians, and some low-energy giant babies who have been brainwashed by certain sects."

Schiff's face twitched involuntarily, and a hint of ferocity flashed in his eyes, "They firmly believed that these pictures were images created by so-called computer technology, until I threw the entire picture and all the data in their Face, as of today, I finally got all the permissions."

"Also, you missed something."

Schiff paused, and looked at the paper tightly clenched in Yousef's hand. The latter was taken aback, and quickly flipped through it again, his eyes froze again:
"This is... a manned rocket? From... Huaguo? Are they crazy?!"

Yousef yelled, he couldn't control his emotions anymore.

Anyone with a brain knows that the conditions on Mars are extremely harsh, and it is also the place where the plan to land on Mars has always been the most restricted.

Astronauts need water, they need food, they need portable shelter, and they need living facilities.

Because the two planets are far apart, the difficulties contained in them cannot be expressed in a few words at all. Yussel has been immersed in the aerospace field for many years, and he knows this very well.

Huaguo's AIM has already obtained this technology?
And why are they so desperate to set foot on Mars?
With his mind spinning rapidly, Yousef pulled the chair closer and said seriously:
"General, more than two months ago, Huaguo launched the first live broadcast on Mars. The live broadcast only lasted for half an hour and was forced to shut down. After that, the relevant department issued a notice, claiming that there was something wrong with the transmission equipment. , when the live broadcast was started again, it was obviously not the same place."

"Their lander encountered this alien civilization on its first landing."

His voice trembled, and something strange burned in his eyes.

In fact, two months ago, when that meeting opened, Yousef proposed to Schiff that all orbiters around Mars conduct survey work.

However, due to some reasons, this request was delayed for two full months. It was not until several probes circled Mars for half a circle that they discovered this very tiny alien city located on the land of Mars.

What we discovered together at this time is that Huaguo has gathered all its strength to send the manned rocket to Mars recklessly.

"They are not mindless people. On the contrary, in my impression, the Chinese people are terrifyingly calm. Over the past few decades, anyone who looked down on them has paid a heavy price."

Schiff narrowed his eyes slightly and tapped his fingers on the table.

"The only explanation is that they met this alien civilization and reached some kind of consensus."

"General, this is a plot that only exists in science fiction novels, it's ridiculous!"

Yousef's face was flushed red, his eyes were slightly protruding, and there seemed to be thousands of words choked in his throat, but he couldn't utter a few words.

"Sometimes reality is far more outrageous than science fiction, Colonel Ucel, what you need now is to restrain your emotions and think about the worst situation, instead of screaming like a bitch here."

Schiff was obviously disgusted by Yousef's startled gesture, his body leaned against the edge of the table, the medal and the wood rubbed against each other, making a slight sound.

"The bullets have been loaded, a brand new plan has been set on the schedule, you will receive a notice in three days, a notice about the press conference, we will release some details of these documents, the pressure of public opinion will be our first punch , please attend on time, Colonel Yousef."

Schiff relighted a cigar, and the smoke billowed.

After an unknown amount of time, Yousef stood up from the chair in a daze. At this moment, his brain was filled with too many things, which to some extent even oppressed his nerves, making him unable to think normally.

Dizzy, Yousef turned around, wanting to leave the oppressive room.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of the huge oil painting on the wall. In the originally only red and green hues, a pool of dirty dark traces suddenly appeared.

The harsh color contrast was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, pulling his already fragile nerves that had been tortured by the smoke for a long time.

"vomit"

The hot gas rushed from the abdomen to the throat, and Yusef knelt on the ground, vomiting and shaking all over.

Unexpectedly, Schiff didn't respond. He just looked at Yousef, suddenly showed a meaningful smile, and took a sip of his cigar fiercely.
Three days later, under the Hexagonal Building, a group of reporters had been waiting for a long time, and the two soldiers blocking the door looked gloomy.

They're not going to put these annoying reporters in the building without an order.

Until the sound came from the headset, the two soldiers each took a step back. A few seconds later, a group of reporters rushed into the building.

"Elevators [-], [-], and [-] lead directly to the conference room. Please maintain order and show your press card again."

A female congressman in charge of the reception said with a blank face, took the credentials handed over by the reporters one by one, and signaled the people behind to let them go.

"Serena Monroe, editor-in-chief of the Journal of Space Science."

A pair of slender and white hands stretched out in front of her eyes. The congresswoman looked up and saw a young woman around 25 or six years old with black tortoiseshell eyes, three-dimensional and beautiful facial features, and an elegant smile: "What's wrong, Madam Congresswoman?"

"Ms. Serena? You are a special guest, please take the No. [-] elevator."

The iceberg expression on the congresswoman's face suddenly melted, revealing her iconic smile, and handed a silver-white card to Serena.

"Oh~thank you~"

Serena frowned, and quickly took the card. The card was cold, like a bank card, with a simple planet relief on the front, which was delicate to the touch.

Only a few of a large group of reporters received this card, and they all followed the directions to the No. [-] elevator from the other side.

Serena followed a man, turned a corner, and left the crowd.

"Hi, my name is Depp, Planet Films."

Perhaps hearing Serena's footsteps, the man stopped slowly, turned around with a gentlemanly smile, and stretched out his right hand towards her.

"Hello, Serena, editor-in-chief of the Journal of Cosmic Sciences."

Serena nodded slightly, reaching out to shake his hand.

"Wow, I love reading your journals and buy every issue."

The man showed an exaggerated expression, which made Serena couldn't help laughing.

"You're joking, Mr. Depp."

Then the man named Depp suddenly tilted his head and approached Serena slightly:
"Girl Serena, can I ask if you represent a whole space science journal to participate in this conference?"

"Yes, the notice I received was to come to the Hexagon to attend a press conference, and I don't know the specific content."

Serena obviously didn't understand why Depp asked this question, and responded subconsciously.

"In this way... I will give you a piece of advice, keep that card they gave you."

Depp smiled suddenly, quietly stuffed a business card into Serena's palm, turned around again, and continued to stride forward towards the elevator.

(End of this chapter)