Chapter 117
Jiang Zhi was taken aback.
Other humans...
Those images uncontrollably surfaced in her mind, and she fell silent.
Most areas will obviously not escape this disaster.
It's obvious how it will end.
Commander Wang saw the answer in her expression.
He frowned. "What's the situation at the Southern Base and the Kyoto Base?"
Jiang Zhi recalled, "The Kyoto base, there are places where we can establish ourselves there."
She remembered that enormous creatures also formed there.
She paused for a moment, then said tactfully, "As for the southern base... I wasn't there, so I didn't see any signs of life."
Commander Wang breathed a sigh of relief.
He raised his hand to wipe his face, his voice slow and weary: "After the cataclysm four years ago, we have been working with several bases to send people to analyze data and search old sites, investigating day and night, just to figure out how this cataclysm came about."
As he spoke, his gaze fell on the dim night outside the window, as if he were looking back at the past through the window.
Just the day before yesterday, we officially entered January 1st, the 5th year of the catastrophe. It has been four years since the beginning of the catastrophe.
Jiang Zhi's heart skipped a beat. Her previously subdued emotions were stirred slightly by the question, and she couldn't help but ask softly, "Then... has it been found?"
Commander Wang's gaze returned from the distance and landed on Jiang Zhi's face. His eyes held an almost absurd calm. He nodded slowly, his voice low but clear: "Found it."
Jiang Zhi held her breath, waiting for him to continue.
He paused, as if considering how to phrase it without sounding abrupt, and finally asked Jiang Zhi in a low voice, "Comrade Jiang, do you know how large the entire planet Blue Star originally was?"
Jiang Zhi didn't understand why the topic had shifted to this.
But she still went along with the answer: "...I don't know."
Commander Wang looked at Jiang Shan and said, "Professor Jiang, you should know this."
Jiang Shan nodded. "Geography textbooks clearly state that the total surface area of Earth is 510 million square kilometers."
Commander Wang smiled and said, "That's right, it's 510 million square kilometers."
Commander Wang walked to the window, looked outside, and slowly said, "But there's one thing you don't know."
"In the first year of the catastrophe, Ontario alone gained 100,000 square kilometers, which is roughly the size of a medium-sized province."
His Adam's apple bobbed, and his tone became somewhat hoarse. "The conclusions reached by the Beijing base and the southern base are consistent with ours. The area of each location has doubled."
"From the second to the fourth year after the cataclysm, the total area of the Earth has probably increased by more than seven million square kilometers, almost the size of a continent. The radiation emanating from deep underground has affected the surface through crustal movements, causing the changes to the Earth we see today."
When Commander Wang finished speaking, the wind outside seemed to stop, leaving only these few words containing numbers, hanging heavily in the air, making one's chest feel tight.
Jiang Zhi stood there, stunned.
The Great Cataclysm... was actually caused by this?
It wasn't the sky collapsing, the earth splitting, or some inexplicable force; it was simply the entire blue planet itself growing bigger and expanding.
She had guessed countless possibilities before, but she had never thought of this one. For a moment, she felt her mind was blank, and all her previous knowledge about the Great Cataclysm seemed to have been completely overturned by this casual remark.
Jiang Shan frowned deeply and remained silent for a long time.
He turned to look at Huang Xianming and found that the other man was also in shock and obviously didn't know about this either.
It seems that only a small number of people know about this.
Now that Commander Wang has spoken, it further confirms the possibility that Jiang Zhi had a premonition.
Commander Wang continued, "In recent years, the rate of expansion of Blue Star has clearly slowed down, and we all thought... we thought that this disaster was finally going to stop, and that the radiation would gradually decrease over time."
At this point, Commander Wang twitched the corners of his mouth, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. "So... this was just the beginning."
Jiang Zhi and the others were at a loss for words.
I have a feeling of absurdity.
After a moment, Jiang Shan finally spoke: "Commander Wang, if it's really as you say, what can we do now?"
This is no small matter; to put it bluntly, it concerns the life and death of all humankind.
One wrong step, or even the slightest miscalculation, and humanity may truly be facing its end.
Wang Jianguo shook his head, "The specifics still need to be discussed in a meeting. But one thing is urgent."
He turned around, his gaze falling on the communicator on the table: "We need to send a message to the Southern Base immediately, revealing the information we've foreseen to them. We also need to find a way to notify all the scattered small bases outside that we can find."
Jiang Zhi's heart skipped a beat, and she looked up at him: "Commander Wang, do you mean... to take them in?"
Wang Jianguo looked at her, his eyes deep and bright, like a deep pool where starlight had fallen: "Yes."
His voice was not loud, but every word was firm: "If it really comes to that, the sky will fall and the earth will collapse, and no one can protect anyone else. But as long as people are alive, there is hope. Every living person is the last spark of humanity."
As Jiang Zhi looked into the light in Wang Jianguo's eyes, she felt as if something had gently bumped into her heart.
A thought that had been buried deep in her heart suddenly became clear, and her eyes lit up.
He said slowly, "Commander Wang, perhaps I can tell you something... Today, a vein of special ore was discovered in the central area of the Qiling Mountains. If it can be successfully mined, it might come in handy, whether for reinforcing the fortifications or replenishing the base's energy."
Wang Jianguo's previously solemn expression suddenly changed, and he abruptly looked at Jiang Zhi.
Seeing that she wasn't joking, her voice carried a barely suppressed excitement: "A mineral vein? In the center of the Qiling Mountains?"
He paused, his Adam's apple bobbing, then pressed on, "Are you sure?"
The surge of emotion in his chest made him lean forward slightly—at this critical juncture, having resources could accomplish a great deal, and this news was like a ray of light piercing through the dark clouds.
Jiang Zhi nodded.
"I saw it with my own eyes."
She also described the magnetic field conditions she encountered over the center of the mountains.
Wang Jianguo pondered intently for a long time before finally speaking: "How far is that mine you mentioned from our base?"
Jiang Zhi thought for a moment and gestured according to her memory: "It must be more than ten mountains away, it's not close."
"More than ten mountains?" Wang Jianguo frowned immediately. "Too far."
"Moreover, the miasma in the Qiling Mountains is a major problem. Let alone mining, it's difficult to even send people there to explore."
Jiang Zhi thought for a moment, then said, "Commander Wang, do you have a map of the Qiling Mountains?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Jianguo didn't hesitate for long. He turned around and walked to the iron cabinet in the corner, opened the bottom drawer, rummaged through it, and pulled out a stack of rolled-up papers.
"Yes, there is, but it's an old map, taken in the first year after the Cataclysm. I don't know how accurate it is."
He spread the map out on the table; it was stained in many places and the edges were worn.
Jiang Zhi leaned closer, her fingers comparing the mountain ranges on the map to her memory. After looking at it for a while, she looked up and said, "Some places have changed." She pulled a blank sheet of paper from the corner of the table and picked up a pen. "Let me roughly draw what I see."
The pen moved swiftly across the paper as she sketched the undulations of the mountains, several prominent mountain passes, and the approximate locations of the mineral veins, drawing from her memory. She even depicted the fissures in the ground she had seen in Gansu Province.
Then he said, "There are ways to deal with the fog in the Qiling Mountains."
Huang Xianming, who was standing to the side, had a sudden thought.
"Comrade Xiao Jiang, are you talking about those dead trees...?"
It seems that Luo Yonghui has already reported the source of the miasma.
Jiang Zhi nodded. "Yes."
Wang Jianguo had clearly not received the message yet, and he looked at Huang Xianming.
"What happened?"
"Commander Wang, I roughly know the source of the miasma in the Qiling Mountains."
Seeing Wang Jianguo's surprised expression, she added, "When the trees on the mountain die, miasma seeps out from the top of the trees." She thought for a moment and then expressed her vague feeling: "I always felt that... that miasma was to protect the mutated creatures in the mountains."
She paused, then looked at Wang Jianguo and said seriously, "If we want to enter the center of the Qiling Mountains, I suggest that we clear away all the dead trees below 100 meters on these ten-odd mountains. This way, the people can stockpile firewood and the miasma at the foot of the mountains can be improved."
Huang Xianming exclaimed, "There are more than ten mountains. How many dead trees are there below 100 meters? Just organizing manpower will take a huge amount of effort. The base simply cannot mobilize any manpower at the moment."
Jiang Shan said, "We can involve the people. Clearing dead trees is not a technical job. Everyone can contribute. In this kind of weather, I believe many people will be willing to do it."
This is the time when a leader's abilities are truly tested.
To put it bluntly, the present moment is a critical juncture for human survival. We must unite everyone and make adequate preparations for disaster relief within the limited time we have left.
Otherwise, relying on just one person, or just the few people in the base, would not be enough to hold on.
Jiang Zhi nodded and pointed to the map, saying, "If we can clear away all the dead trees at the foot of these mountains, it won't be difficult to enter the center of the mountain range. I just don't know if the base has any mining tools."
Wang Jianguo ran his fingers along the edge of the map, his brows relaxing slightly: "We still have some basic mining tools. We stocked up on a batch before the Cataclysm, including pickaxes and drills. We've been using them sparingly these past few years, repairing the broken ones as well. We should have enough to get started."
He looked up at Jiang Zhi, his eyes showing a hint of confidence: "As long as we can clear the miasma passage, we don't need to worry about the tools—if we really don't have enough, we can have the repair team work through the night to repair a few. We can always find a way."
Hearing this, Jiang Zhi felt relieved.
Wang Jianguo looked at the sketch drawn by Jiang Zhi on the table, then looked up at her again, his tone sincere and earnest: "Comrade Jiang, on behalf of the base, I thank you. Your eyes have shown our base a bright path."
Jiang Zhi laughed and said, "Commander Wang, I can't accept this thanks. I just happened to see it and spoke the truth. To be honest, it will take the joint efforts of everyone at the base to get these things done."
Wang Jianguo laughed heartily, his eyes filled with even greater approval. He turned to Huang Xianming beside him, his tone immediately turning serious and resolute: "Colonel Huang, there's no time to lose. Let's get these things done. First, have someone notify the people at the Southern Base as soon as possible and see what they choose. If they're willing to come, we'll accept them; if not, their fate is in their hands. Second, take inventory of all usable mining tools, and send any broken ones to the repair team immediately. We need to have a count by tonight. Third, immediately notify all department heads to come over for a meeting tonight, and I need a general response plan by tomorrow."
Huang Xianming immediately saluted and replied, "Yes!"
After Huang Xianming left quickly, Wang Jianguo said to Jiang Zhi, "Comrade Jiang, as for the most important part, I would still like to ask you to oversee and help with it."
Jiang Zhi was a little confused.
What can she do?
Wang Jianguo chuckled at her reaction and asked, "Did you bring those vine seeds back? Professor Shen said they were particularly fond of you?"
Jiang Zhi was a little embarrassed and whispered, "...We're not that close..."
“According to your prediction, whether we can survive depends on how far this vine grows,” Wang Jianguo said solemnly as he looked at her. “Comrade Xiao Jiang, this hope is entrusted to you.”
*
Jiang Zhi and Jiang Shan left the administration building with heavy hearts.
The two returned home in silence.
No one spoke.
The terrible disaster of four years ago is about to happen again, and no one can accept that.
They don't even know how to tell their families.
As they approached their house, the father and daughter heard a commotion in the yard. Pushing open the door, they saw Jiang Si leaning on the threshold, chasing Niu Xiaolu, poking at each other with a dry blade of grass while giggling.
Jiang Shu and his group have returned.
A large pile of fish was stacked in the yard, and Ye Qingyun and Grandma Jiang were cleaning the small fish, preparing to make a whole fish feast.
Meanwhile, Jiang Shu and the others were dividing up today's harvest.
Wu Xiu squatted beside the pile of fish, weighing a small fish about the width of her palm in her hand. When she saw Jiang Zhi and Jiang Shan enter, she smiled and said, "You and your daughter are finally back! Come and see our catch today. Da Shu and the others had a lucky day."
She put the small fish aside, pointed to the half-grown bighead carp on top, and said to Jiang Wen, "This one is fat and has few bones. Let's stew it for your grandfather to make soup and help him recover."
As she spoke, she pulled out a few more small, transparent, arm-length silver fish. "These are fresh. Have your aunt clean them up. We'll slice some fish for dinner tonight."
Han Lei and his friends lived in a small place, and there were many people in the low-rent housing area, so they thought of dismantling their mutated tuna and taking it back.
Jiang He and Jiang Hai then helped break down the fish meat.
Each of the two men held a heavy broadsword, and the blades first sliced along the spine of the tuna.
The two men, one on each side, used the force of the knife to pry the fish apart, severing the tendons between the bones. The large fish was then split in two, revealing the red flesh inside, glistening with translucent oil.
Then comes the segmentation.
Jiang Hai cut along the grain, each cut landing precisely in the predetermined position, first slicing off the skin-on fish belly meat, then cutting the firm meat from the back into neat large pieces.
Jianghe is processed from the parts near the head and tail. Although the meat is not as good, it is carefully cut into evenly sized pieces.
Working together, the two quickly and efficiently divided the nearly 1,000-pound tuna into more than twenty portions, which were then stacked on a wooden platform covered with ice.
Jiang Shu and his brothers, along with Niu Dali, Han Lei, and others, stood in a circle around the ribbonfish that was over ten meters long.
Niu Dali gripped a long-handled knife and cut down the head of the ribbonfish, slicing along the spine to the tail. With a "sizzle," he split the fish in two. The internal organs inside the abdominal cavity were hooked out by Han Lei and the others and thrown into a bucket to the side.
Jiang Shu and his brothers, along with A Song and the others, stood guard on either side. One person supported the fish, while the other held a short knife and made cuts according to the previously measured dimensions. Each cut was steady and precise, slicing the nearly half-meter-wide fish meat into equal-width segments. The scaly skin gleamed with a silvery-white light and fell onto the canvas-covered ground, soon forming several neat rows.
The last mutated octopus was easier to deal with.
You can cut it however you like.
With so many people working together, the bodies of these big guys were quickly disposed of.
The three families tacitly divided seven or eight small fish and twenty catties of fish and octopus meat among themselves for Jiang Wang.
Jiang Wangyuan didn't want it, but Jiang Shu and the others flattered him by calling it a "guidance fee" and shut him up.
Upon receiving a basketful of goods, Jiang Wang's eyes immediately turned red.
He never expected that he would get some food.
Originally, Jiang Wang only wanted to repay the kindness of Jiang Zhi and her brother in giving him food and helping him drive away the villains.
Unexpectedly...
Those seven or eight small fish alone weighed over a hundred pounds, enough to feed their family for a long time.
At that time, a small fish weighing ten or twenty pounds can be exchanged for one or two months' worth of barley.
The fish and meat that Jiang Shu and the others gave us today should be eaten sparingly, as it will last them for more than half a year!
Jiang Wang, who was not good with words, choked up a little at this moment, "Big Tree, thank you all..."
Jiang Shu smiled and said, "Uncle Wang, this is what you deserve."
Without Jiang Wang, they wouldn't have been able to reap such a harvest today.
After the harvest was divided, everyone got back to work.
Liu Xu was also helping to test the fish innards that had been removed, putting the edible ones together. She planned to make a stir-fried fish offal dish for Ye Qingyun later.
All the inedible parts were fed to the basal worms outside.
Grandpa Jiang sat at the entrance of the hall, smiling as he watched everyone busy at work.
The whole family got involved, and it was incredibly lively.
Jiang Zhi stopped and glanced at Jiang Shan beside her.
Jiang Shan's furrowed brows had long since relaxed, his gaze softened as he looked at the busy figures in the courtyard, and a smile even appeared on his lips.
A fishy smell wafted in the air, mixed with the pickled cowpeas that Ye Qingyun brought out from the house.
The sounds of cleavers, laughter, and the old man's admonitions mingled together, making the small, cramped courtyard seem almost overflowing with liveliness.
The melancholy that Jiang Zhi had carried from the administration building seemed to be gently lifted by this lively atmosphere, even making her nose feel a little sore. She leaned closer to Jiang Shan and chuckled softly, "Dad, do you think Mom will make sauerkraut fish tonight?"
Jiang Shan laughed and said, "Without pickled cabbage at home, how can we make pickled cabbage fish?"
Jiang Zhi thought to herself: That's not necessarily true.
As Mr. Jiang walked into the yard, he said with a smile, "Alright, lend a hand. With so much fish and meat, don't keep busy until late at night."
Neither father nor daughter intended to mention the impending disaster tonight.
Let's get this meal done first; no one should ruin tonight's bountiful harvest.
Jiangzhi guessed correctly.
Although there was no pickled cabbage at home, Ye Qingyun planned to make a similar sour fish soup using fermented soybeans, radishes, and bean sprouts.
The bean sprouts were bought from Han Lei before, and Ye Qingyun hadn't been willing to cook them.
This is perfect for making sour fish soup.
The selected material is a mutated grouper.
Scoop the pickled cowpeas into the hot oil. The cowpeas sizzle as they heat up, releasing a savory aroma mixed with a rich, fermented sourness. Then, add the sliced radish and stir-fry. The crispness of the radish, combined with the aroma of the pickled cowpea sauce, creates a unique and delicious flavor.
Once it's almost cooked, add hot water and bring it to a boil. Then, sprinkle in a handful of bean sprouts and watch them unfurl in the soup before gently sliding the sliced fish pieces into the pot one by one.
The fish slices slowly floated to the surface in the dark brown broth, their tender white flesh coated in the sauce. The radish, having absorbed all the flavor, was soft yet not mushy, while the bean sprouts were crisp and refreshing.
Even without pickled cabbage, it doesn't matter. This pickled cowpea, mixed with radish and bean sprouts, creates a unique and delicious home-style dish.
Zhang Yu Ye Qingyun planned to use the last of the flour that Liu Xu had given her to make fist-sized takoyaki.
She set up a flat-bottomed iron pan in front of the stove, first scooping the mixed batter into the holes of the mold. After a thin, crispy crust formed at the bottom, she stuffed each hole with squeezed-dry chopped cabbage, sprinkled on diced banyan fruit, and filled it with minced octopus meat, mixed with glistening purple blueberry pieces. Finally, she added a spoonful of batter and flipped it over with chopsticks.
Once the takoyaki puffed up to the size of a round fist in the pan, and the outer skin was baked to a golden brown and crispy, she poked it with her chopsticks. The inside was soft and fluffy, and the sweet aroma of fruit and blueberries mixed with the refreshing taste of cabbage wafted out.
That's how we did it, making more than thirty in total, and everyone got a share.
Since Han Lei and the others' tuna wasn't suitable for boiling, Ye Qingyun let them grill the tuna themselves.
Jiang Shu took out the grill and returned to the hall.
The courtyard was still too cold, so Jiang Shu and the others tied up the thin cotton curtains on the main hall door to let in some air, and started grilling tuna directly in the hall.
Han Lei squatted down in front of the cutting board and picked out a piece of tuna meat that was about half an arm's length long. The meat was pinkish-white and translucent, and even in the cold weather, you could see fine oil droplets soaking into the texture of the meat.
The sliced meat was about one centimeter thick and more than ten centimeters wide, with neat edges. When it was laid out on the plate, it was still cool, but it also had a fresh fishy smell.
The grilling net was placed on the brazier in the center of the hall, with the fire burning brightly underneath, the red flames licking the bottom of the net and making the wires scorching hot.
Just as Jiang Shu had set up the grill, Han Lei handed him a plate of fish slices.
As soon as the sliced meat was placed on the grill, it sizzled and emitted white smoke. The ice crystals on the washed fish melted into water droplets when heated, dripping onto the charcoal fire and creating a steaming mist carrying a fresh aroma.
In just a moment, the edges of the fish fillets curled up slightly and turned slightly charred. The originally pinkish-white flesh slowly turned light brown, and the oil between the muscle fibers melted and dripped down the mesh of the net, splashing sparks as it landed on the fire, making the aroma of the fish even stronger. Before any seasoning was even added, the aroma of the roasted fat mixed with the freshness of the fish alone dispelled some of the chill blowing in from outside.
The ginger tree smelled this aroma.
I just felt so good.
This is the life he wanted!
Finally, sprinkle on Ms. Ye's homemade river clam seasoning, and it's so fresh and fragrant!
And Niu Dali's ribbonfish.
Ye Qingyun also made it into a pan-fried dish.
This time, everyone gathered together again.
Jiang Wang didn't stay; he was thinking of his family and went home early with his share of the food.
Jiang Shu also wanted to invite Grandpa Lin over, but the other party had already gone to bed early, so he could only wait until the next day to deliver it to him.
The brazier in the hall was burning brightly, keeping the cold air out of the doorway.
The long wooden table was filled with all kinds of fresh fish.
The grilled tuna fillet is charred and fragrant, with a crispy exterior and tender interior. Drizzle with Japanese knotweed sauce, and the fresh aroma fills your nostrils.
The large pot of stewed fish with cowpeas was still bubbling away, the radishes and bean sprouts soaking up the broth, soft and coated with a savory aroma.
There are also pan-fried ribbonfish segments, with a golden and crispy outer skin, while the meat is so tender it melts in your mouth, and even the crevices between the fish bones are salty and savory.
Ye Qingyun: "Come on, come on, eat up. We've had a hard day, but we've reaped a lot of rewards, so we should celebrate."
She then scooped the takoyaki into bowls one by one, and everyone eagerly began to taste them.
The takoyaki was still warm when it was handed to each person. One bite revealed a crispy shell encasing a soft, tender interior, with a perfect balance of sweet, sour, and savory flavors, giving it a refreshing fruity aroma that was more pronounced than regular takoyaki.
The other dishes—
Pan-fried ribbonfish has crispy skin and tender meat, with a savory and sweet aftertaste.
The grilled tuna is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with a rich, smoky flavor that blends with the aroma of pork belly. The sauce drizzled on top makes it even more refreshing.
The sour soup fish is tangy, fragrant, and slightly spicy; the fish slices are tender and smooth, and even the bean sprouts have absorbed all the freshness.
Every bite makes you feel like you're immersed in happiness.
That night, the charcoal fire was warm, the fish and meat were fragrant, and even the air was filled with the aroma of freshness.
No one remembers exactly how much they ate; all they know is that their chopsticks never stopped moving and their laughter never ceased.
They didn't put down their chopsticks until everyone's stomachs were completely full.
The wind was still howling outside the window, but the hall was as warm as early spring. This was the most satisfying meal everyone had had since the beginning of winter.
Looking at the brazier in front of her, the bowls and chopsticks still warm on the table, and the smiles on everyone's faces, Jiang Zhi just hoped that life could stay like this forever.
No matter how the wind blows outside the window, or how cold it is, as long as the room is warm and the people around me are here, that's enough.
*
At the same time, Huang Xianming dialed the communication device at the Southern Base.
The indicator light on the communication device had just turned a stable green when Captain Qian's rough voice came from the other end, asking abruptly, "Old Huang? Did something happen? Why are you in such a hurry to make contact? Can't the space teleporter send messages? Do you know how many resources this communicator consumes each time it's activated?"
Huang Xianming did not immediately reveal the prophecy, but instead asked, "What's the situation where you are now? Has winter arrived?"
Captain Qian said, "We went in a while ago, but the temperature is still acceptable, still above zero."
At this point, he joked, "How about it, since there are fewer mutated creatures now and the roads are safe, why don't you move to our base?"
Huang Xianming ignored his joke and asked in a deep voice, "Old Qian, do you remember what it was like when the natural disaster first struck a few years ago?"
There was a pause on the other end, then silence.
After a long while, a voice came: "Why did you suddenly bring this up?"
The muffled sound suggested that something unpleasant had come to mind.
Then, impatiently, he said, "It's so late at night, is this all you're saying? If it's urgent, say it now, don't waste time."
Huang Xianming's next words were heavy with emotion: "We've received some news."
He paused, as if gathering his strength to continue, "That great catastrophe from back then will come again."
There was no immediate response from the other end of the communicator, only a very faint static. Huang Xianming gritted his teeth and added the heaviest sentence: "And judging from this, this time it's even worse than last time. I'm afraid your side won't be able to hold on."
The static on the other end of the communicator abruptly stopped, followed by a loud crash, as if something had been knocked over. After a long pause, Captain Qian's heavy breathing came through, his voice hoarse with disbelief: "What did you say?"
His voice had lost its previous impatience, leaving only the slurred heaviness of someone who had been hit. He paused, then pressed on, his tone urgent: "Say it again? What do you mean by 'can't hold on'? Is that news... reliable?"
His voice trembled at the end, clearly he was quite shocked by what he said.
"There's a 90% chance. Commander Wang's idea is that you should discuss it and, if you're willing, take advantage of this time to gather the full resources of the base and relocate here. We'll also help."
Even though Huang Xianming's words were absurd, Captain Qian had to seriously consider the matter because the two sides were brother bases.
He took a deep breath. "This is extremely serious. I will inform my superiors. Before that, I'd like to ask, where did you get this information from?"
"...Comrade Jiangzhi and that white eagle both have prophetic abilities."
Captain Qian closed his eyes and after a long while said, "I understand."
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