pjbooks Chapter 59 Xu Meng's Career Planning 2.0
Chapter 59 Xu Meng's Career Planning 2.0
[20 hours remaining until the end of the world]
A crisis is like a touchstone, instantly revealing the true quality of a civilization.
Once the order was issued, the massive state apparatus began to operate with unprecedented efficiency. Departments at all levels worked in close coordination, ensuring the order was delivered smoothly and without obstruction.
Within just one hour, emergency deployments in major cities and key locations across the region were largely completed, and social order remained rock-solid.
Of course, these speculators have no chance to regret it now.
After initially stabilizing the situation internally, the early warning information was shared with other major countries.
However, the response in return was mostly skepticism and silence.
"24 hours later? An alien fleet? Our satellite network covers low Earth orbit, and we haven't captured a single ghost! Did they jump over here? Is this some kind of science fiction movie?"
Da Xia did not offer much explanation for this, nor could it provide one.
Should we tell them...?
It was the reborn Bevy who said that the alien fleet did indeed appear out of thin air?
Of course, even if they choose to trust, according to the so-called "freedom and democracy" of Western countries, it is impossible to organize the people in such a short time.
Some destinies are predetermined from the moment a choice is made.
But what surprised Da Xia the most was...
The United States, one of the world's leading superpowers, has its president, the ultimate decision-maker, suddenly gone missing...
……
Top Secret Channel.
The meetings are held throughout the day to facilitate timely communication.
"We still can't establish effective contact with the United States." The communications officer's voice carried a hint of helplessness.
An old man waved his hand, his voice steady as iron: "There's no need to waste any more energy. Even if we make contact, we can only rely on ourselves."
Bevy nodded.
She wasn't surprised by this.
She had seen a similar plot in her previous life.
Although the two factions in American politics have a somewhat tragic love story.
But when disaster strikes, everyone flies away.
When the alien fleet finally arrives, those politicians who usually shout slogans will run away faster than anyone else in the face of real annihilation.
On the contrary, the resistance spontaneously organized by some lower-ranking officers and soldiers caused a few insignificant splashes of blood in the fallen Apple City.
"How's the Dragon Soul Mech testing going?" She steered the conversation back to the most crucial point.
A chief scientist in a white coat adjusted his glasses, looked at the report in his hand, and said in a heavy tone, "Not ideal. The neural connection synchronization rate is still stuck at a peak of 30%."
"Can't it go any faster?" Not only Beiwei, but many senior executives in the channel frowned.
The power of making a wish is undeniable.
He is indeed humanity's last hope.
But to entrust the survival of a civilization entirely to the efforts of one person is the deepest sense of powerlessness and resentment in the hearts of all those who bear this responsibility.
The "Dragon Soul Mech" is the only unit that has the potential to be deployed in actual combat against the alien fleet.
"No, that won't work. After all, machines aren't human. If we can achieve the highest efficiency without damaging the test subject, that's already the best we can do."
Bevy took a deep breath.
"It's alright, take your time. We must make sure the test subject is absolutely safe. I'll be responsible for protecting Xu Yuan's family."
The channel fell silent immediately after these words were spoken.
"Comrade Beiwei, your value is equally irreplaceable! You should stay in command..." Someone immediately voiced their opposition.
Bevy gently shook her head, interrupting the other person. Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried a power that pierced the soul:
"My greatest value lies in ensuring that Wishing can face the enemy without distraction. Everyone, please be clear-headed. Even if I'm gone, new superpowered individuals may appear in the future. But if Wishing is gone..."
She paused, then said, word by word:
"Humanity will have no future."
Only heavy breathing could be heard in the channel.
After a long silence, someone broke the silence with a hoarse voice: "Comrade Beiwei, according to your plan, the 'Spark of Civilization' project, which preserves the essence of human civilization, has been fully recorded, sealed, and buried deep underground in the 'Noah's Ark' base."
"Alright." Bevy's gaze swept over the invisible crowd, as if it could pierce through the screen. "Then, gentlemen, prepare... for a desperate battle!"
……
[19 hours remaining until the end of the world]
Unlike the near-stagnant tension at the command center, Xu Yuan's home was filled with an eerie calm before the storm.
After an exceptionally lavish dinner, Xu Meng lay on the sofa, her small face serious as she revised her "Principal's Career Planning Book (Doomsday Special 2.0 Edition)," and solemnly wrote down the title of the first lesson in the syllabus—"Loyalty! Honesty!"
Meanwhile, Lao Xu didn't continue watching the live stream; instead, he was constantly browsing online discussions.
Speaking of this...
Although the authorities imposed martial law, they did not cut off the internet, allowing people to continue communicating online.
The current online discussions are basically all about the announcement that Da Xia just released.
Anyone with a sound mind can see that Da Xia is serious.
Even those colonists who were previously making a lot of noise online have finally fallen silent and started playing dead.
On the one hand, it's because Lao Xu is engaging in intense online debates with them.
Their twisted logic of being rational and objective is no match for Lao Xu's rich "world experience".
On the other hand, it is also because of the current situation.
Martial law is now in effect throughout the country, sounding the alarm for war.
If they keep jumping, they might be caught in the real world.
The only way to escape this predicament is to bow your head and play dead.
But it's a pity.
Playing dead won't help.
Others may not remember these clowns, but Bevy remembers them perfectly well.
Especially regarding research on infected individuals, the institute reported an hour ago…
Based on the experience gained from the infection, the known infection types are currently classified into four categories.
They respectively symbolize "killing, germs, conspiracy, and desire".
Among the types of people more likely to be infected by the "conspiracy" virus are those skilled at manipulating public opinion...
Whether to kill him is still debatable.
However, just in case, it is reasonable to "please" them to go to the research institute for "medical isolation and observation." If someone among them does become infected, that would be an unexpected bonus—a fresh, live sample.
The public opinion sphere within the Great Xia was swiftly purged, but outside the Great Xia, a chaotic frenzy of demons continued.
Xu Yuan glanced at 'Fuckbook'.
As expected of the "beacon of freedom"!
Even though someone had already forwarded Da Xia's announcement online.
Some people have already begun preparing supplies and weapons for self-defense, and have entered the basement to prepare for the impending upheaval.
But there is still another group of obsessed people who continue to jump around on the internet, chasing and biting Xu Yuan like mad dogs.
From "disregard for human rights" to "harming small animals," from "destroying the environment" to... a fierce debate ensued over his gender issues, ultimately leading to the bizarre conclusion that "the wish is a genderless and damn Walmart shopping bag."
Make a wish: ...
Looking at these absurd and outrageous statements, his resistance to "world destruction" subtly softened for the first time—of course, this "understanding" was limited to areas outside the Great Xia territory.
Just then, there was another knock on the door.
Standing outside the door was Bevy, who had returned. She had changed into a sharp combat uniform and had a solemn expression.
"What's wrong?" Xu Yuan's eyes brightened slightly. "Did you find them?"
"Not yet." Bevy shook her head, then revealed the purpose of her trip, a request that seemed extremely abrupt at the moment.
"I've come here hoping you can help me record a special television program."
"Now?" Xu Yuan was stunned.
With 19 hours left until the end of the world, are they recording a TV show?
"Yes, right now."