During the day, though the exact time is unclear, there were two suns overhead, and the temperature was scorching.
Yellow sand covered the ground. A crab, made of a mixture of sand and water, waved its claws, dug through the sand, and burrowed into the bottom.
A hand reached out and grabbed the crab.
The crabs were placed in an eco-friendly glass case.
A man wearing work clothes with insect-proof, sun-proof, and warm functions held up an eco-friendly glass cabinet and brought his face close to it, saying, "Hehe, adding this to my collection."
"The ingredients are very simple, just water and sand," said another person with grit around their mouth, as they took out a bottle of Nongfu Spring water to rinse their mouth.
“The air and soil are non-toxic.” The third person put away the silver needles.
"No natives were found around here." The man had his eyes closed, his eyeballs darting under his eyelids, as if he were looking at something.
“There’s no one underground.” The man crawled out of the sand and patted the sand off the outline of his ears.
"Sir, the area within one kilometer is now under alert."
"Just call me Captain." The captain, around forty-five years old, exuded an air of authority. "Everyone, let's begin the meeting. You are all experts among experts, so please share your thoughts and brainstorm together."
"It's very simple, start with—"
"Wait a minute!" a man in a suit said. "You should act like you're having a meeting."
Before anyone could speak, he placed his hands on the ground, and the sand and gravel rose up, transforming into a fan-shaped open-air parliament square with tiered seating and a lectern on the platform.
Crabs and insects hiding in the gravel fled as if they had encountered 2012.
Little Radish perched on Li Changzhou's shoulder, catching a long snake that had fallen to him, watching it struggle and writhe in his hand, as sand and gravel flew everywhere.
"Throw it away." Li Changzhou turned his head to the side, avoiding the sand and gravel.
Little Radish threw away the worm, looked at his little hands covered in grit, and scanned his surroundings with his big, cartoon-like eyes before finally wiping them clean on Yaochi's hands.
These two are the safest.
The group randomly found seats in the audience, while the captain stood on the podium.
He looked around and laughed, "I feel like I'm not here to preside over a meeting, but to be judged."
Everyone laughed, realizing that the guys from the Special Operations Bureau weren't as rigid as they had imagined.
The captain's expression hardened, and he said in a deep voice, "I won't waste any more time. Please speak your minds directly."
"Nothing to say, kill!"
"That's right, fifteen days isn't enough time to gather intelligence, let's strike directly!"
"Ignore civilian casualties and environmental damage, carry out large-scale destruction! Conduct a devastating cleanup of the entire planet's surface! Use any means necessary!"
"I do not condone the slaughter of 60% of the lives, nor do I think it is possible, but I do condone the use of force first."
"We can use force while negotiating with the natives until they agree to surrender."
"I suggest that all 79 of us work together, destroying city after city, and wiping them out!"
"This is bad. We are outnumbered, the mission is short, and we don't know how big this planet is. We should split up."
"Yes, if we encounter an accident, the losses from a group operation would be too great. The main problem is that we don't know the strength of the other side. If the other side is weak, then taking a group operation is fine."
"How about this, we'll split up first, each of us using our own methods to deter and gather intelligence, with a seven-day deadline. After seven days, if the planet's strength is not significant, we'll then launch a collective attack with all our might to destroy the major cities."
"Everyone should collect city distribution maps, especially those of large cities."
"Are we going to resort to force without any communication? Perhaps the inhabitants of this planet are weak and want to cooperate with us?"
"You don't even know the other side's strength, yet you're handing over your planet to 79 people? Even if some of them agree, it's impossible for it to be 60%. Don't be naive!"
"Perhaps it is possible, but the possibility is too small, and we cannot afford to waste time. I agree with the direct use of force."
"That's right, this concerns us. I don't want to stay on this planet forever. My wife and kids are still waiting for me on Earth."
Before arriving at Four Seasons Star, no player had ever fought their way out of the first stage without their hands stained with blood.
In order to survive, they have no choice but to attack even their own kind on Earth, let alone aliens from other planets.
No matter how grand the reasons, natural selection is always bloody; the universe is a dark forest.
......
After discussions, the operational method was determined.
The 79 people were divided into 8 groups: Li Changzhou's group had 8 people, the national team had 11 people, and the remaining 6 groups each had 10 people. They dispersed in all directions from the landing point, each using their own methods to deter and collect intelligence.
If there is important intelligence or support is needed, you can call "Land," which is an instinct of a player codenamed "Old Man Land."
"Land": A life form that exists in the same time period and on the same piece of land, and knows the password, can call upon the land to transmit or inquire about information.
Note: In a sense, it is a telephone.
In order to save time, everyone took immediate action.
Before leaving, most of the players came to Li Changzhou to get acquainted with him, expressing their admiration and asking for his protection.
In the words of one of the players, if all 7.8 billion people on Earth were chopped into mincemeat and shaped into a human body, it would only be 3,500 meters tall. Li Changzhou alone would be 3,000 meters tall!
If this isn't the ultimate powerhouse, then who is?!
Li Changzhou said it was no problem; they were all from the same hometown, and helping each other was only right.
After these people left, the Special Operations Bureau found him.
"Mr. Li, this is the contract." Without wasting any words, the captain handed over a piece of white paper and a brush.
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