If it is inevitable, then whose handiwork is this?
Who is defining time?
Ren Zhong scratched his head painfully.
He helplessly found that whenever he seemed to be one step closer to the truth, he often came up empty-handed, leaving only greater confusion.
After a long time, he collapsed weakly.
Unknowingly, his whole body was soaked in sweat.
He still couldn't figure it out.
...
On the dark side of the second meteorite satellite of C1915, in the command room of the small reconnaissance and communication base, Ding Canghai was equally tense, his face pale and sweating profusely.
He had already ordered the communication base to shut off all the spotlights, then opened the physical camouflage armor on the base surface, fully disguising it as a dull rock shell.
Now, there are still more than 300,000 reconnaissance ships and more than 3 million people left in the entire Third Reconnaissance Army.
The lives of these more than 3 million people are all tied to him alone.
