The apocalypse came out of nowhere, like Thanos snapping his fingers, and it arrived overnight.
First, zombies suddenly appeared all over the world, then the Earth's magnetic field malfunctioned, all satellites were paralyzed, communications were interrupted, and then people, animals, and plants began to mutate.
The possibility of satellite service being restored is a welcome surprise, as it means that the interrupted communications can gradually be restored.
Once communications are gradually restored, people all over the world can be united to end the apocalypse together.
Chi Xia was immediately overjoyed, her eyes widening: "Really?"
“There is only this indication,” Han Junche replied. “So, we have been looking for signal towers during this period of time, trying to make contact with the satellite. Of course, we are not professionals, so it would be best to have a professional confirm it.”
“There might not be enough signal towers,” Chi Xia frowned. “We need to find a satellite launch base so we can make contact with the satellite.”
Han Junche nodded: "The satellite launch base is too far away. The closest one to us is the sea launch center. We just want to confirm it now. Once confirmed, we can recruit relevant professionals to go to the launch base."
"Then hurry up and go," Chi Xia urged. "The sooner you go, the sooner you'll be back."
Han Junche didn't move, still standing there quietly watching her. Chi Xia was confused by his gaze and touched her face: "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"
Yes, there is.
Chi Xia rubbed her face: "Where is it? What's there?"
Han Junche suddenly leaned down, removed her hand, looked at her quietly with his deep black eyes, and then said in a low voice, "I'll help you."
As soon as she finished speaking, Chi Xia's vision suddenly went dark, and she felt a warm touch on her lips. Han Junche's handsome face loomed large in front of her, and her long eyelashes were clearly visible.
"Close your eyes."
Chi Xia obediently closed her eyes, letting him pry open her teeth with the tip of his tongue, and then playfully entangle with her.
After the kiss ended, Chi Xia was a little breathless. Han Junche stroked the back of her head with one hand, pressed his forehead against hers, and whispered, "Chi Xia, let's get married."
His voice was incredibly magnetic, like a deep bass cannon resounding in her ear, enticing her to fall into its trap.
Chi Xia wasn't fooled. It was the apocalypse, and marriage was no different from cohabitation. She blinked and said, "I feel like I'm getting the short end of the stick."
"No, I won't." Han Junche whispered in her ear, "I'm well-endowed and skilled in bed, I guarantee you'll enjoy it too, you can touch it if you don't believe me."
As he spoke, the man grabbed her hand and led her toward a certain indescribable place.
Chi Xia blushed instantly, as if she had been burned. She immediately withdrew her hand, took two steps back, and glared at him: "You pervert!"
After saying this, he turned and left, as if something terrifying was chasing him.
Han Junche watched her go inside and close the door, and couldn't help but chuckle softly.
After laughing, he looked down and sighed, "She's still very shy, so you'll have to put up with this for a while longer."
After several more days of work, Han Junche and his team obtained conclusive evidence that the satellite was gradually recovering, but it was only a recovery and reactivation. It would take a long time to restore communication or other functions.
Furthermore, due to the change in the magnetic field, it is necessary for professionals to re-enter the data, etc.
They have neither the manpower nor the equipment, so they have to put this matter aside for now.
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