We Live In Nanjing - Chapter 138

Chapter 138 Responsibility lies with Wang Ning

Zhao Bowen’s heart sank slowly, sinking into the abdominal cavity, sinking into the large intestine, sinking into the bladder, sinking downstairs, sinking into the ground.

A group of people sat silent in the living room, and the channel was silent. The whole team stayed with BG4MSR all night. It was not until the sun rose in the morning that the command confirmed that the mission had failed – no one wants to face this fact, but the fact is such a thing , whether you look at it or not, it is always there, it is like a mirror that reflects the luck in people’s hearts, from the beginning of the Dongfanghong plan until now, everyone is in the heart of luck, the fireworks succeeded, and the two generals also succeeded. , then Miss Qiu has no reason to fail – but what is the reason for this?

Go back and look at the Three Laws of Slow Time. This world will prevent anyone from escaping the big filter. Staying away from the earth is the safest method, but it is not a 100% successful solution.

Even ordinary space missions have a probability of failure, let alone a spaceship that spans 20 years, any link may go wrong. Once the spaceship fails, it will be turned into scrap iron and float on the track where it can’t reach the village or the store. 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 at all sure, but everyone is pretending to be confident.

The entire project team went back to zero, leaving Lao Zhao sitting on the sofa nibbling on apples, his heart was beating, his hands were shaking, and cold sweat was on his forehead.

Death, terribly, terribly, terribly, terribly.

He lost a nuke.

Fuck.

A normal person should have a myocardial infarction at this time. Zhao Bowen hoped that his heart would also have an infarction. Anyway, the ambulance would be downstairs after calling 120 in three minutes. He would rather be admitted to the hospital and put on a ventilator to be an unconscious patient No. – When I wake up, someone may stand in front of the hospital bed and say to me solemnly: Comrade Zhao Bowen, the crisis has been completely lifted, and your mission has been completed!

“Fuck me…”

Zhao Bowen tugged at his hair tightly and said.

Now no one knows where the nuclear bomb is, it could be lost in any orbit at any point in time, and there is no possibility of getting it back.

“The responsibility lies with me.” Wang Ning said.

The others were taken aback.

“When I was burning incense at Qixia Temple, I just wanted to ask the Buddha to bless the rocket to launch successfully.” Wang Ning sighed, “I forgot to bless the spacecraft to return successfully.”

“Then you really deserve to die.” Bai Zhen said, “Exit yourself to thank the party and the people.”

“Phone!” The phone on the coffee table was vibrating, Wang Ning threw it in front of Zhao Bowen, “What should I do next? Is it possible to find it?”

“Impossible.” Bai Zhen said, “The first point to escape the big filter is to not be disturbed by humans. After the spacecraft entered orbit, it cut off all contact with the ground, and no one could find it.”

“But we know its orbit.” Wang Ning said, “Send a spaceship to chase it urgently, can you get it back?”

“Do you think it’s Star Wars?” Bai Zhen rolled his eyes, “Has this kind of thing been done in human history? Step back 10,000 steps and say, if you can really get it back, then you will become the reason for the failure of the mission.”

“Hold.”

“Old Zhao! That…”

Bai Zhen turned his head and was about to say something when Zhao Bowen pushed him away.

Lao Zhao pushed them away, walked out the door without saying a word, went out and went downstairs, his body was swaying, his head was down and his back was hanging, as if he was about to fall on the ground in the next moment.

Bai Zhen hesitated.

“Lao Zhao…you’re lying!”

Sure enough, he fell, Zhao Bowen stepped in the air, slid down, and bounced to the corner downstairs.

Bai Zhen and Wang Ning rushed over.

They hurriedly helped Lao Zhao up, but the latter didn’t respond at all. He just frowned, pursed the corners of his mouth, helped the tortoiseshell glasses on the bridge of his nose, glanced coldly at the two old buddies, and then went to downstairs.

The two old guys stood there at a loss, they saw resentment in Zhao Bowen’s eyes, what was he resenting? Resentment that the team is too incompetent, resentment that the spacecraft is unreliable, or resentment that the world does not stay alive?

But no matter what he resents, the facts have been cast, and the two old friends know very well that Zhao Bowen’s venting his emotions is just breaking the pot, he can’t do anything about it.

Such a huge plan, which mobilized unimaginable human and material resources, still fell short in the end.

Lao Zhao was defeated.

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Zhao Bowen went to the place where he used to sit and smoke suffocating at the door of the unit at the bottom of the building, and found that someone had already climbed the dove to occupy the magpie’s nest.

is poplar and forsythia.

The two sat there side by side, motionless.

“Let let.”

Lao Zhao squeezed in and sat between the two.

His **** was dusty and his trousers were torn, and he didn’t care. He took out a cigarette and a lighter from his jacket pocket and lit it in his mouth.

“Director, smoking is harmful to health.” Forsythia reminded.

“It won’t be a few years to live well, so if it’s harmful, it’s harmful.” Zhao Bowen was smoking a cigarette, “What are you doing sitting here?”

“Discuss whether there is any way to save it,” Bai Yang said.

“Just the two of you?” Lao Zhao sneered, a little contemptuous.

“Isn’t there you now?” Forsythia said, “Director, does the command have any backup plans?”

“Yes, there is one more rocket and one more spaceship. In theory, there is another chance.” Zhao Bowen replied, “As long as we can wait for two months until the second nuclear bomb is ready.”

Waiting for another two months, it really is a theoretical opportunity.

No one knows whether BG4MSR can last for two months under the threat of Big Eyes. Everyone is not optimistic. The longer the time drags on, the worse it will be for me. This is the consensus.

“Uncle Zhao, why don’t you dig more?” Bai Yang said, “This country is so big, maybe there are secret weapons hidden somewhere, some peerless masters, and there is still a lot of power that has not been exerted. come out……”

“No more.” Zhao Bowen interrupted him impatiently, “Where else can I dig? If I dig more, I will dig through the center of the earth. There are more than one billion people in China, but you are the top person in a field. There are as many as two slaps, and there may be less than five fingers who can help, I have already dug up what I can, and I still dig, are you asking me to go to Wuxing Mountain to dig Sun Monkey to help?”

He is so annoying.

Why do these people just ask these stupid questions? Why are these people always delusional that there will always be a solution? Why do these people always think that everything can be salvaged? If everything has a perfect plan and everyone has a happy ending, how can there be so many misfortunes and disasters in human history? God **** died in the gutter long ago, it’s no use praying to the gods, if you can’t figure it out, you can’t figure it out, if it’s a dead ball, it’s a dead ball, do you **** understand it?

He shouldn’t have taken over this mess, the world will be destroyed, destroy it sooner, and clean it up sooner, everyone will turn into orange juice to see Ayanori.

Lao Zhao smoked sullenly.

He was quite hysterical when he broke down.

“It’s too early to say the mission failed.” Forsythia said, “It may just be late, maybe the spacecraft will come tonight?”

“There is a possibility.” Zhao Bowen looked like a zombie, “but technically, it will either arrive on time or it will never arrive.”

“I believe it will come back.” Forsythia said seriously.

“Yeah.” Zhao Bowen said coldly, and said the second half of the sentence in his heart:

You are such an idiot.

(end of this chapter)