"But I really didn’t expect it to go so smoothly."
"Even if the Governnt Army are one of us, receiving the star system from them and the adjustnts needed in terms of public opinion, even in various unrelated aspects, all seem to go so smoothly, almost exaggeratedly so."
"Maybe it’s just good luck."
"Hope so."
Di Jia, who was watching his teammates’ conversation at this ti, dared not speak on the terminal, but his heartbeat quickened significantly.
He silently put away the special terminal and continued to focus on the task he was supposed to be doing.
Ti continued to pass.
As the date gradually approached the end of the 30-day countdown.
Chen Ming unknowingly felt a hint of pressure.
Not the pressure brought by spiritual energy of danger perception, but a special kind of pressure.
Very obvious, yet its source is unknown.
As if it were instinctual.
Although it was strange, Chen Ming felt he couldn’t ignore the source of this pressure.
However, there were no clues.
There were no clues indicating the source of this pressure.
Chen Ming had nothing to say, and could only continue to carry out the tasks he was responsible for.
But often strange things co one after another.
On the side of the New Rebel Army, for so reason, it has only been expanding, showing neither clear hostility nor friendliness towards the Old Rebel Army.
But if there’s no attitude, at least it seems they have no plans to engage in battle.
As if really waiting for higher intervention alongside the Old Rebel Army.
Could this really be possible?
Ti unknowingly reached the 23rd day since the simulation started.
In recent days, Chen Ming no longer participated in the industrial colony’s expansion or helped Cheng Xinghe fight.
The whole star zone has reached the limit where the industrial equipnt can normally operate in a star zone.
Cheng Xinghe’s side in the mop-up of Governnt Army remnants no longer needed Chen Ming’s help.
Because Di Jia was confird dealt with by Cheng Xinghe in the mop-up operation a day ago.
The remaining NPC grunts didn’t need Chen Ming’s assistance at all.
So Chen Ming simply found a research lab to stay in, utilizing the high-speed thinking brought by deep consciousness imrsion to study things that could be researched within others’ vision.
But today, when Chen Ming noticed the approaching one-month deadline, it suddenly gave him a question.
So he contacted Song Pu and asked, "The Governnt Army people have changed identities, so what happens when the one-month deadline is up and the high-level starts liquidation?"
Song Pu has seed a bit haggard these days, perhaps due to the montum of the Rebel Army’s recent developnt.
However, he patiently explained to Chen Ming, "Firstly, the higher-ups aren’t fools."
"Secondly, although we’re in a simulation that restricts the range to four star zones, elsewhere in the Empire, there will still be people watching this position."
"Once the one-month deadline is reached, the original Governnt Army people will be pulled out by higher-ups wherever they are, and they can’t hide."
"So their current behavior is sothing I don’t understand. Surely they’re not planning to self-destruct with us when the deadline arrives, leaving us unable to respond, and break our balance, right?"
"I think there’s that possibility."
"Hmm, let’s wait and see. At least for now, on the surface, we still have the advantage, and there’s no need to take any risky actions."
"In private, I’ve been accumulating public opinion, which is difficult, but it’s still possible to collect clues and equate the Governnt Army with the New Rebel Army. There will always be a chance to completely tear apart the disguise of the New Rebel Army."
Ti passed again, two days later.
The 24th day arrived.
Song Pu contacted Cheng Xinghe on the communication channel, saying that a fleet suspected to be the Governnt Army or New Rebel Army’s had been spotted near the headquarters.
And in that fleet, there seed to be traces of the long-missing, battle-powerless main ship.
He asked Cheng Xinghe to take a fleet back and find a way to eliminate them.
Cheng Xinghe had no objections.
But just when Chen Ming saw this conversation, his forehead suddenly ached, as if sothing bad was about to happen.
But Chen Ming could be sure of one thing, that the danger perception spiritual energy had not activated at all.
Moreover, this is just a simulation with no life threats, so the spiritual energy could not possibly activate.
But he just had a headache.
A peculiar headache, it couldn’t an that his spiritual energy had so extra effects, right?
Chen Ming couldn’t understand, nor could he be sure.
And the appearance of a fleet near headquarters that caused Song Pu to call Cheng Xinghe back couldn’t possibly an Cheng Xinghe shouldn’t return, right?
So Chen Ming could only symbolically remind, "Be careful."
A day later.
To be precise, thirteen hours later.
Chen Ming was still in a research lab conducting research on the chanical Race, chatting intermittently with Cheng Xinghai who was playing gas beside him.
However, at this mont, the special terminal he placed on the nearby table suddenly vibrated.
He imdiately picked up the terminal and looked at its screen.
Then, he froze.
Because the terminal showed ssages of three teammates’ deaths in quick succession.
Song Pu, Hong Guanghong, and Dong Miao, all died within just a few seconds.
Only Song Pu left a final word before his death.
But Chen Ming hadn’t had ti to look.
The next mont, the news of Cheng Xinghe’s death also flashed on the screen.
Chen Ming looked away from this new ssage and turned to Song Pu’s last words.
"chanical Race."
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