"Besides City One, where else has been attacked?" Zhang Zhengqing stared straight at the middle-aged man in front of him. "If it was just City One that was attacked, the system wouldn't have crashed."

"..."

The middle-aged man's eye twitched, and he sighed heavily, saying, "There are still some important satellites."

"What about Zero?" Zhang Zhengqing didn't give anyone a chance to catch their breath, asking again, "Why didn't you ask Zero for help?"

"I remember, long-range communication devices shouldn't be on satellites, right?"

"In this situation, as long as no intervention is required, all cities should be able to quickly return to normal."

The middle-aged man's face grew increasingly bitter.

“We’ve already tried it.”

"but……"

"To this day, we have not received a single response from the human fleet."

Ren Feng, who couldn't get a word in edgewise, felt a sinking feeling in his heart.

Could it be... that Grandpa was right?

Has something happened to the human fleet?

Zhang Zhengqing's expression changed slightly, but he still maintained basic composure.

"So, what's your plan now?"

"Our plan..."

"Feel sorry."

The middle-aged man in the video looked guilty: "If we can't contact the human fleet, there's nothing we can do."

"You should know that after the Academy of Sciences left, we no longer have the capability to operate the Proxima Central Computer."

"Can't even restarting work?" Ren Feng suddenly asked from the side.

Seeing the strange looks they were giving him, he chuckled awkwardly and said, "Ahem, when my computer at home freezes, I just unplug it and restart it..."

The middle-aged man chuckled, shook his head, and continued speaking.

"Next, I suggest you look for urban emergency oxygen supply equipment."

"If possible, go to some large hospitals, where there are large oxygen stations, which can help you last longer."

"Perhaps we can wait for a response from the human fleet."

The holographic projection slowly faded away.

The communication has ended.