After Handing Over the System: Chinese Technology Makes the West Break Down

Zhou Jue, unexpectedly bound to the "Myriad World Coordinate Anchoring System," finds herself becoming the "breaker of deadlocks" for Earth.

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Chapter 439 How much time do we have left?

Chapter 439 How much time do we have left?

"Quiet!" Zhou Jue's voice silenced the noisy conference room once again.

All eyes were focused on this excessively young Chinese general.

Their eyes held a mixture of fear, doubt, and a primal thirst for knowledge.

The hawk representative swallowed hard, forcing himself to calm down. He adjusted his glasses and tried to make his voice sound less trembling.

"General Zhou, this interstellar civilization you mentioned... how far away are they from us?"

This question reflects the sentiments of everyone.

Distant means time.

Time means hope.

"Yes, if they are so powerful, why have we never discovered them before?"

"To what specific level has their technological level reached?"

"How civilized were they? What was their social structure like?"

The clamor that had just been suppressed was showing signs of reigniting.

Zhou Jue did not answer any questions. She simply raised her hand and tapped the Kunlun Mirror. A clear holographic projection appeared out of thin air in the space above the conference table.

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Actress Helna, whose new drama has wrapped filming, made a surprise appearance on a remote planet for promotional purposes.

The representatives were slightly taken aback by the headlines that looked exactly like those on Blue Star News.

Then, Zhou Jue gently tapped his finger.

Screen switch.

[Frontiers of Imperial Military Technology]

The title made the hearts of all the representatives present skip a beat.

Feasibility Report on the Application of "Ghost" Series Stealth Coatings to the CR-7 Starfighter

The Academia Sinica releases a new energy shield force field model, increasing peak defense efficiency by 37%.

They could understand every word in the picture.

But when combined, they are like heavy hammer blows, striking their perceptions.

Starfighter?

Energy shield?

The German general, known for his meticulousness, was now staring intently at the words "CR-7 Starfighter," his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, his face paler than paper.

As a soldier, he knew better than anyone what it meant when a civilization's combat units started using "interstellar" as a prefix.

That means the enemy's attack could come from any corner outside the atmosphere.

Silent and undetectable, impossible to defend against.

Looking at the ashen-faced delegates opposite him, Chen Jianguo felt no schadenfreude whatsoever, for this was a crisis facing all of humanity.

Zhou Jue's voice rang out again: "What you are seeing is the internal network information of this interstellar civilization."

“My people have ways to get into their network and access some publicly available information.”

"Now, let me answer your questions."

She fixed her gaze on the report about the "energy shield".

"Their technology far surpasses ours."

"Their weapons can easily tear apart our most fortified technological strongholds."

"And we couldn't even detect their presence before they arrived."

"However, by the time we learned of them, our country had already set up barriers around the Earth. Whether we could stop them remains to be seen."

"As for the distance..."

Zhou Jue's gaze swept over the desperate faces, and he delivered the second, even more devastating, piece of news.

She switched the projection, and a vast star map unfolded.

One of the points of light is marked with a red circle.

"Interstellar space is far away from us, at least from our planet Earth, but from the perspective of those who can make 'space jumps,' Earth is not far away."

"This is planet G-581."

"It is in the same galaxy as our blue planet."

"And this planet has already been located in interstellar space."

A collective gasp filled the conference room.

If the previous message was "the boy who cried wolf."

So now, the situation is, "The wolf is already at the village entrance."

“No…impossible…” the American representative muttered to himself, his eyes unfocused.

"Why...why haven't we received a single signal from our Hubble Telescope, from all our deep space exploration programs?"

No one answered him, obviously because of inadequate technology.

Zhou Jue then enlarged an encrypted chat log and presented it to everyone.

[Boss, data on G-581 has been leaked to the internal communication network...]

It's just fake information; let them argue about it.

[Fake...fake? Then what about the real mine...?]

Someone has already been sent over.

"They've already...sent someone over there?"

The French diplomat repeated it in a low voice in French, his body swaying as if he were about to fall off his chair.

His assistant quickly helped him up.

Everyone understood the chilling truth behind this brief conversation.

A powerful interstellar civilization may have already quietly traveled to planet G-581.

That planet is in the Milky Way galaxy where Earth is located.

even……

A thought that no one dared to contemplate surfaced in their minds.

"General Zhou... General Zhou..."

The French diplomat's voice trembled uncontrollably.

"You...you mean...they...they have..."

He couldn't continue speaking, and the entire conference room fell into a deathly silence.

All the representatives stared blankly at the words, "We've already sent someone over," like puppets whose souls had been ripped out.

They finally realized that this was not a crisis warning.

In this suffocating atmosphere, Chief Zhang slowly spoke.

He didn't look at the distraught representatives, but instead looked at Commander Qi, Sun Jiuchou, and others.

"We've just started to sort out the trouble we're facing."

"The knife above my head was handed over."

His voice was calm, as if he were stating a perfectly ordinary fact.

Then, he slowly shifted his gaze to the person opposite him: "Everyone."

"Now you should understand that forming an alliance is not something that China wants from you."

His gaze swept over everyone: "Instead, we are all standing on the edge of a cliff, with the rocks beneath our feet falling down."

"Now, I will reiterate the principles of the alliance."

"First, starting today, we must develop technology and arm ourselves as quickly as possible. At the same time, we must also cultivate superhumans as quickly as possible to deal with crises that we cannot understand."

We need to walk on two legs.

His tone left no room for argument.

"Secondly, and most importantly."

"From this moment forward, any country or organization that we discover is still engaging in internal strife or attempting to undermine the hard-won unity..."

He paused for a moment, his sharp eyes sweeping across the faces of each representative.

"China will personally clean house."

"When that time comes, it won't be like today, with everyone sitting here, discussing things in a friendly manner."

“We will send you directly to your God or your ancestors.”

threaten!

An undisguised, direct threat!

However, this time, no one felt offended, and no one protested.

Their faces showed only the relief of surviving a disaster and the ecstatic joy of grasping at a straw.

They fear China, but they fear even more that unknown interstellar predator that feeds on planets.

Under the shadow of destruction, the hegemony of China ironically became a reliable form of order.

"We agree!"

"France fully supports the Alliance's decision!"

"Grizzly Bear Nation, no objections!"

"We...we will absolutely cooperate!"

The voices of agreement rose and fell, everyone vying to speak first, afraid that if they were too slow, they would be excluded from this one and only Noah's Ark.

Chief Zhang nodded in satisfaction, signaling everyone to be quiet, and the meeting room fell silent once again.

This time, however, the silence was not one of despair, but rather a heavy sense of destiny, bound together by a tremendous crisis.

The French diplomat raised his hand shakily, like a primary school student asking a question in class.

Chief Zhang looked at him.

He stood up, his lips trembling, and asked a new question.

"Excuse me... how much time do we have left?"