Chapter 138 Wang Ning is responsible
Zhao Bowen's heart slowly sank into his abdominal cavity, into his large intestine, into his bladder, downstairs, and into the ground.
A group of people sat in the living room in silence. The channel was also silent. The entire team stayed up all night with BG4MSR until the sun rose in the morning. The command center confirmed the failure of the mission. No one was willing to face this fact. But the fact is that whether you look at it or not, it is there. It reflects the luck in people's hearts like a mirror. From the beginning of the Dongfanghong Project to the present, everyone has been hoping for luck. The fireworks were successful, and the two generals Heng and Ha were also successful. Then there is no reason why Miss Qiu would not succeed. But what is the reason behind this?
Go back and look at the Three Laws of Time Slowdown. This world will inherently prevent anyone from escaping the Big Filter. Staying away from the Earth is the safest means, but it is not a 100% successful solution.
Even ordinary space missions have a probability of failure, let alone a spacecraft spanning twenty years. Problems may occur in any link. Once a spacecraft breaks down, it will turn into scrap metal and drift on a track with no village in front and no shop behind. The iron-like ruthless and harsh facts have lifted the fig leaf of everyone's self-deception. Until everything is settled, people realize that no one is sure at all, but everyone is pretending to be confident.
The entire project team went back to zero, leaving Lao Zhao sitting on the sofa eating an apple, his heart pounding, his hands shaking, and cold sweat on his forehead.
Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it.
He lost a nuclear bomb.
Oh shit.
A normal person would have had a myocardial infarction at this time. Zhao Bowen hoped that his heart would give him some face and have a myocardial infarction as well. Anyway, if he called 120, the ambulance would arrive downstairs in three minutes. He would rather stay in the hospital and be put on a ventilator as an unconscious patient. When he woke up, perhaps someone would stand in front of the bed and say to him seriously: Comrade Zhao Bowen, the crisis has been completely resolved, and your mission is accomplished!
“Oh my god…”
Zhao Bowen said while grabbing his hair tightly.
Now no one knows where the nuclear bomb is. It may be lost in any orbit at any point in time, and there is no possibility of finding it back.
"The responsibility lies with me," said Wang Ning.
The others were stunned.
"When I was burning incense at Qixia Temple, I was only concerned with asking the Buddha to bless the rocket to be successfully launched." Wang Ning sighed, "I forgot to bless the spacecraft to return successfully."
"Then you really deserve to die." Bai Zhen said, "Slay yourself to thank the Party and the people."
"Phone!" The phone on the coffee table vibrated. Wang Ning threw it in front of Zhao Bowen. "What should I do next? Is it possible to find it?"
"It's impossible." Bai Zhen said, "The first key to escaping the Great Filter is not to be interfered with by humans. After the spacecraft enters orbit, it will cut off all contact with the ground, and no one can find it."
"But we know its orbit," Wang Ning said. "Can we catch it by sending a spacecraft to chase it urgently?"
"You think this is Star Wars?" Bai Zhen rolled his eyes. "Has humankind ever done something like this before? Even if you can actually get it back, you'll become the reason for the mission's failure."
"Hold."
"Old Zhao! That..."
Bai Zhen turned around and was about to say something when he was pushed away by Zhao Bowen.
Old Zhao pushed them away and walked out the door without saying a word. As he went out and down the stairs, his body was swaying, with his head hanging and his back hunched, as if he was about to fall to the ground at any moment.
Bai Zhen hesitated to speak.
"Old Zhao...f*ck you!"
As expected, Zhao Bowen fell. He stepped on empty air and slid down on his butt, bouncing and bouncing to the corner downstairs.
Bai Zhen and Wang Ning rushed over.
They hurriedly helped Lao Zhao up, but the latter did not react at all. He just frowned, pursed his lips, adjusted the tortoise-shell frame glasses on his nose, glanced coldly at the two old friends, and then went downstairs.
The two old friends stood there at a loss. They saw resentment in Zhao Bowen's eyes. What was he resenting? Was he resenting the incompetence of the team, the unreliable spacecraft, or the world for leaving no way out?
But no matter what he was resentful about, the facts had already been established. The two old friends knew very well that Zhao Bowen was venting his emotions just to break the jar, and he had no other choice.
Such a huge plan mobilized unimaginable manpower and resources, but still failed in the end.
Old Zhao was devastated.
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Zhao Bowen arrived at the door of the unit on the ground floor where he often sat and smoked, and found that someone had already taken over.
They are poplar and forsythia.
The two of them sat there side by side, motionless.
"Make way."
Lao Zhao squeezed in and sat between the two of them.
His bottom was covered in dust and his pants were torn, but he didn't care. He took out a cigarette and lighter from his shirt pocket, lit it and put it in his mouth.
"Director, smoking is harmful to your health," Lian Qiao reminded.
"You don't have many years left to live, so it's harmful if it's harmful." Zhao Bowen held a cigarette in his mouth, "What are you doing sitting here?"
"Let's discuss whether there is any way to save the situation." Bai Yang said.
"Just the two of you?" Old Zhao sneered, a little disdainful.
"We have you now," Lian Qiao said, "Director, does the headquarters have a backup plan?"
"Yes, we still have one rocket and one spacecraft. Theoretically, we still have one chance." Zhao Bowen replied, "As long as we can wait for two months until the second nuclear bomb is ready."
If we wait another two months, there will indeed be a theoretical opportunity.
No one knows whether BG4MSR can hold on for two months under the threat of Big Eyes. No one is optimistic. It is a consensus that the longer it drags on, the more disadvantageous it will be for me.
"Uncle Zhao, why don't you dig a little deeper?" Bai Yang said, "This country is so big, maybe there are secret weapons or masters hidden somewhere, or there is a lot of power that has not been brought into play..."
"No more." Zhao Bowen interrupted him impatiently, "Where else can I go to dig? If I dig any further, I'll dig through the center of the earth. There are more than one billion people in China, but the top figures in a field are only as many as your two palms. There are probably less than five fingers that can help. I have already dug up what I can. Why are you still digging? Do you want me to go to the Five Elements Mountain to dig Sun Wukong for help?"
He is really annoying.
Why do these people always ask these stupid questions? Why do these people always think there will always be a solution? Why do these people always think that everything can be saved? If there is a perfect solution for everything and everyone has a happy ending, then why are there so many misfortunes and disasters in human history? God is fucking dead in the gutter. There is no use praying to God. If it can't be solved, it can't be solved. It's dead ball. Do you fucking understand, idiot!
He shouldn't have taken over this mess. Let the world be destroyed. The sooner it is destroyed, the sooner it will be clean. Let's all turn into orange juice and go to see Rei Ayanami.
Old Zhao smoked gloomily.
He was quite hysterical when he had a breakdown.
"It's too early to say the mission has failed." Lian Qiao said, "It may just be late. Maybe the spacecraft will arrive tonight?"
"That's possible." Zhao Bowen looked like a zombie, "But technically speaking, it will either arrive on time or never arrive."
"I believe it will come back." Lian Qiao said seriously.
"Yes." Zhao Bowen said coldly, and at the same time said the second half of the sentence in his heart:
You're just that kind of a fool.
(End of this chapter)
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