Although he didn't know how these instruments worked, that didn't stop him from making changes to the contents of the files he sent.

He didn't know if his decision was right or wrong.

But based on my experience over most of my life, I think this decision was the right one.

He hesitated for a moment, then pressed the button in front of him forcefully.

An electromagnetic wave rushed toward the signal amplifier on the synchronous track at the speed of light.

Several months later, Proxima Centauri b has once again sent a signal to the solar system!

Looking at the white light flashing before him, carrying a warning and a sense of danger, Atocha breathed a sigh of relief and sat down in his chair with a sense of ease.

He knew his fate.

Next, his life will come to a perfect end in front of 100 million Proxima Centauri.

He slowly closed his three pairs of eyes, and a thought flashed through his mind.

Hopefully, civilizations in the solar system will receive their message...

(To avoid any misunderstanding, the timeline here is from four years ago, which is a few months after Proxima Centauri sent its first message to the solar system.)

...

Earth.

"Zero, how's the construction progress of Mars City?"

Looking out the window at the thick clouds and the constant flashes of lightning, Lü Yongchang's eyes revealed a hint of worry.

Time is running out for researchers.

It is estimated that in about half a month, even the newly built base on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau will not be able to withstand this terrible weather.

"Professor, Mars City has entered the final stage of construction and is expected to be completed in about a month."

"Considering the time required to travel to Mars, we can prepare to depart."

P.S. Please stop rushing me, please stop rushing me... The plot here is so hard to write, even with an outline I have to slowly work it out...