Qiongzhou Island, Wenchang, Human Survival Point Square.

It has been a week since President Tekopf's speech.

"Hello, I'm here to register." A pretty girl in her early twenties walked to the desk in the center of the square.

The desk was placed in the very center of the survivor point plaza, and a long queue had already formed in front of it, winding and stretching as far as the eye could see.

Behind the desk, a U.S. government employee with curly blond hair glanced at the form the girl handed him.

"Vocational and technical college? What kind of school is that? What's your educational background?"

“Oh, my school is local, and I have a college diploma,” the girl quickly replied.

"Oh." The US staff member tossed the form aside. "Did you sign the affidavit?"

"I signed it," the girl answered timidly.

“Here is a route map.” The U.S. staff member pulled out an A4 sheet of paper and placed it on the table. “Follow the map and head north, continue east from the Far East, cross the Bering Strait to Alaska, where someone will assign you a place and work.”

"Oh? Um..." the girl said anxiously, "Is there any other way? My mother is not in good health, she can't walk that far."

“There’s nothing we can do.” The US staff member shrugged. “There’s less than a month left. I suggest you and your mother leave as soon as possible. Maybe you can reach US soil before ‘Final Judgment Day’.”

"Next! The next one!"

“This…” The girl stood to the side, looking bewildered and at a loss, holding the map.

"Hello, these are my application materials!" A middle-aged man in a suit and tie, who looked to be in his forties, handed over the form.

"Oh." The American staff member took the form, her eyes immediately lighting up. "Master of Architecture Engineering from Berkeley? Design Director at an infrastructure company?"

“My wife and children have already obtained green cards and live in Berkeley,” the middle-aged man said. “Because of the nature of my work, I cannot have foreign citizenship, so I have been putting off the immigration process until now.”

"Welcome to the United States!" The American staff member shook hands with the middle-aged man and handed him a stack of documents. "These are the necessary documents and materials for your trip to the United States, including a ticket for the 'Statue of Liberty' cruise ship, which includes the port time and location. Please don't miss it, sir."

"Thank you." The middle-aged man tucked the stack of documents under his arm, loosened his tie, and walked away arrogantly.

"Pah!" someone nearby scoffed. "Another banana."

Who is he?

"Infrastructure executives."

"His wife and children immigrated abroad a long time ago. Do you think he doesn't want to leave?"

"Foreigners cannot serve as senior executives in infrastructure projects. He is unwilling to give up the generous salary of his domestic position, and his ability is low. If he goes abroad, he would be nothing more than a dog."

"When the country is in trouble, these are the people who run the fastest!"

"Excuse me, could I have a boat ticket?" The girl who had been there earlier ran back to the desk. "Just one is fine, my mother isn't feeling well..."

"Get out of the way!" The American staff member waved the girl away. "Don't block the way! Next! Next!"

"Hello, these are my application materials." A refined-looking man in his thirties wearing a white shirt walked up to the girl and handed over the materials.

"Hmm, hmm, oh." The American staff member nodded while looking at the documents. "PhD in Physiology or Engineering Biology from MIT, Visiting Professor at Cambridge University, and Distinguished Lecturer at New York University. Very good, sir, welcome to the United States!"

The staff then handed a stack of documents to the man in the white shirt.

The man in the white shirt took the documents, pulled out the boat ticket, and walked up to the girl from before: "Girl, take this home for your mother."

"Oh? Sir..." The girl was flattered and instinctively reached out to take it. "Thank you..."

Swish—

The ticket was taken away from the side.

hiss--

The American staff member coldly watched the girl and the man in the white shirt, then tore up the ship tickets in his hand.

“You…” The refined face of the man in the white shirt was filled with anger.

"Sorry, your ticket is invalid!" The American staff member flicked away the scraps of paper in his hand, crossed his legs, and sat back down at his desk.

"asshole!"

"What do you mean?"

"What business is it of yours if someone gives away their ticket?"

The surrounding crowd was in an uproar, and many seemed ready to beat up the American staff member.

"What are you doing?!" The US staff member pointed at the crowd, his tone equally assertive. "I'm warning you, if you kick me out, no one here will give you visas, and everyone will be executed! No one will be allowed to go to America!"

The surging crowd around them gritted their teeth, but ultimately no one stepped forward to make a move.

People's thoughts are actually very simple: they just want to find a safe place for their families so that they can survive the second wave of the catastrophe and then find a way to continue their lives.

The US staff member glanced at his watch, then kicked off his chair and stood up: "It's already 6 PM, time to go home. Those who need visas, come back tomorrow."

"But there are still so many people in line..." someone reminded the US staff.

"I've already worked an hour overtime from nine to five, what more do you want?"

After saying that, he ignored the long queue in front of his desk and left without looking back, leaving the crowd in the square staring at each other in disbelief.

Judging from the current situation, the United States does not want to treat all human beings equally.

The United States' doors are open to all of humanity, but who gets in is ultimately up to the US.

Wenchang Temporary Center.

The Fifth International Multilateral Symposium on Mars Rescue.

The attendee at this meeting was different – ​​Zhao Lijian, the Foreign Minister of the People's Republic of China.

"Minister Zhao, hello."

"Director Xiao, thank you for your hard work."

Zhao Li shook hands with Xiao Yimin and said, "Director Xiao's report has been received by the higher-ups. Several leaders attach great importance to it and have immediately launched high-level negotiations with Miro. The leaders sent me to inform you about the negotiation situation and to hear your opinions and suggestions."

"Oh?" Xiao Yimin was somewhat surprised. "The higher-ups have already made contact with Miro so quickly? How did the talks go?"

"In fact, we have held three rounds of bilateral talks with Miro at the ministerial level or above. Miro has agreed to accept our citizens in all of them, but the conditions he has offered are different." Minister Zhao Li took a sip of water and said, "Let me start with the United States."

"The United States has agreed to accept our citizens as refugees, but our citizens must be dispersed across different states and cannot be settled in one place."

“Our government can handle the resettlement of our citizens under the name of non-governmental organizations during a one-year transition period. After one year, the government must be dissolved.”

“Our government employees can be placed in federal government departments, but they must leave the Republican Party.”

"Our leaders... will grant the position of Vice President of the United States."

"The US has wolfish ambitions!" Chief Designer Yang Jiandong roared angrily, his beard bristling and eyes wide. "Imperialism will never give up its desire to destroy us!"

"Heh, Vice President?" Xiao Yimin said with a self-deprecating laugh, "We have more people, aren't the US afraid we can replace their president through 'democratic elections'?"

"As far as I know," Minister Zhao Li said, "the United States has promised at least a dozen 'vice presidents' to other countries."

"..."

"What about Ross's terms?" Everyone had already lost interest in the US negotiations.

"Ross's conditions are that our people can be centrally resettled in the Far East and that provincial-level governments can be retained, but the Chinese government must be dissolved."

“Government personnel could retain their Republican Party membership by joining Soviet Russian party and government branches.”

"Apart from the military and diplomacy, the Russian Federation government will grant each 'province' a high degree of autonomy, with half of the annual fiscal revenue to be handed over to the provincial government and the other half left for the provincial governments to use at their discretion."

"Compared to the United States, this is already considered conscientious." Xiao Yimin shook his head helplessly.

This would essentially mean incorporating the provinces into Russia as a federation. But either option would mean the demise of the unified Chinese regime.

“I’m quite curious,” Liao Changtian said. “The US’s conditions are essentially pushing us toward Ross, but as I understand it, the US is the one that most wants to ‘swallow’ us.”

"This is also our dilemma," Minister Zhao Li said. "We originally wanted to increase our bargaining power by having Miro mutually raise prices during the negotiations, but the attitude given by the United States left no room for negotiation whatsoever."

"Actually, out of concern for the people, the leaders prefer to go to the United States. After all, the Far East is too cold, and the United States is more similar to China in terms of latitude, climate, and land, so the people would be more comfortable living there. This is also why the upper echelons do not interfere with the activities of US government staff in China."

"But if that really happens, given the way the US behaves, it would be almost equivalent to the extinction of 5,000 years of Chinese culture," Xiao Yimin said.

"People's lives are paramount; as long as people are alive, culture will not be lost."

"Sigh..." Chief Engineer Yang Jiandong sighed.

"So... Director Xiao, Chief Engineer Yang, Director Liao, the leaders want to hear your opinions."

"Is there any other choice?" Chief Engineer Yang Jiandong spread his hands. "Between two evils, we can only choose Ross."

“What if…” Liao Changtian reached up and stroked his chin, “we still have a chance to intercept ‘Sun God’?”

"Huh? Xiao Liao, don't talk nonsense." Chief Engineer Yang patted him on the shoulder and said, "With our current capabilities, let alone intercepting missiles, we'd have a hard time even taking down a bird."

"We can't," Liao Changtian blinked at everyone, "but Mars Boy can!"