The first action meeting of the Gates of Hell expedition team began.
In the conference room.
A three-dimensional holographic image was presented above the round table in the conference room.
Standing at the front of the conference table, Lu Zhou glanced around at the members of the scientific examination team. He spoke in a serious tone.
"Although I originally planned to hold this meeting in the evening, because what I am going to say next may be more important, this action meeting has been brought forward to now.
"In the past two months, our Project 128 team has dispatched a variety of detection equipment such as remote-controlled vehicles, wire-controlled probes, and seismic wave detectors to explore the situation under the ruins.
"The holographic image you are seeing now is the distribution model of the tunnels under the ruins. The green line corresponds to the most recently detected route, the yellow line is the historical route, and the numbers marked next to it correspond to the exploration time.
"Due to the length of the control line, the maximum exploration distance of the remote-controlled vehicles we sent is only about one kilometer, and we did not go deep into the ruins. But it is not difficult to see from these routes that the passage under the ruins is dynamic. "
When they heard the last sentence of the conclusion, there was a sudden burst of discussion at the conference table.
Looking at the people with different expressions on their faces, Lu Zhou paused for a while and continued in a serious tone.
"At present, the reason for the changes in these tunnels is still unclear, but it is clear that we may not have a fixed map to rely on. We can only rely on intuition and luck to find the way to the underground ruins.
"What worries me is not the possibility of getting lost, but the reason for this strange phenomenon … It's just my guess. I feel that the secrets hidden behind the ruins under The Gates of Hell may be more amazing than we think.
"I'll be straightforward. There may be some risks in this operation. It's not too late to quit now."
After dropping this sentence, Lu Zhou sat back in his chair, leaving the time for discussion and hesitation to the team members sitting at the conference table.
In fact, before coming here, he had a similar hunch that this trip to Mars would definitely not end so easily. After chatting with Fan Tong earlier, he was even more certain of this.
Including why the passage to the underground ruins was so intricate, why the Holy Relic set up so many obstacles for this meeting, and how it changed this "maze", Lu Zhou actually vaguely guessed something in his heart.
However, due to the limited intelligence, these current clues were not enough to support him to make a 100% affirmative answer.
However, even though there were so many uncertain possibilities, one thing was certain, and that was that this mission would definitely be full of uncertain dangers.
The proof of the ABC conjecture was probably only the threshold. The test from the "higher civilization" had just begun.
Just like the guy who claimed to be the Holy Relic didn't care how many years he had to wait. If no one in this era could pass the test set by the "Observer", then they could just wait until the next era.
Anyway, billions of years had passed. One or two hundred years of time was probably just a blink of an eye for them.
If they hoped that the chosen one could take on the heavy responsibility they expected, then they would not be stingy in raising the difficulty of the test to the highest level.
Even Lu Zhou himself wasn't absolutely confident that he could escape unscathed.
This was not a riddle game that tested IQ.
It was a challenge that put the future of civilization on the line …
Five minutes passed.
The whispers and eye contact on the conference table continued, but no one stood up and said they would withdraw from this evil mission, nor did they raise their hand to ask for the Earth.
Maybe they hadn't realized the seriousness of the problem.
But in any case, he had given them a chance to choose.
When Lu Zhou saw that the second hand was on time, he sat up straight from his chair and slowly stood up with his hands on the conference table.
"Very well, it seems that you are all mentally prepared, so I won't say much. The meeting is over. There is no way to make any advance plans in the current situation. We can only rely on improvisation to deal with possible problems.
"You are free to do anything at night. Whether it is writing letters or making videos, it is up to you. If there is an accident, someone will give them to your family … Of course, it would be best if there are no accidents.
"We will leave early tomorrow morning!"
The meeting was over.
With different expressions on their faces, everyone stood up from the conference table and left.
Aubrey closed the notebook in his hand. He glanced at Professor Vernal next to him and spoke with a strange expression.
"Is this a hint for us to say our last words?"
Professor Vernal shook his head with a dumbfounded expression.
"I don't know … Don't ask me."
…
The next day.
At eight o 'clock sharp in Beijing, the land of Mars was still shrouded in a gray night.
At this moment, the tranquil night was suddenly broken.
As the silver-white hatch opened, a rover with tires about the height of a person drove out of the garage. It left a straight path on the desert, heading straight toward the Gates of Hell mountain range in the distance.
The secrets of the Martian civilization were buried there.
At the same time, a piece of information that did not belong to the solar system civilization was also buried there.
The mission of this expedition was to dig these things out from under the surface and let them see the light of day again. If the situation was optimistic, it was best to establish friendly diplomatic relations with neighbors outside the solar system …
Sitting on the rover, Wang Peng took out a uniquely shaped heavy rifle from the open toolbox and assembled the barrel and clip blankly.
This scene not only shocked the people next to him, but even Fan Tong, who was driving, couldn't help but twitch his eyebrows. He looked at the rearview mirror and asked,
"You brought a weapon?"
"Just in case."
After installing the sight, Wang Peng simply adjusted the secret position of the crosshair and replied casually.
Lu Zhou glanced at the rifle in his hand and recognized the model at a glance.
The QBZ-20 rifle was a multi-purpose paratrooper rifle jointly designed by the China Weapons and Equipment Research Institute and the Aerospace Science and Technology Research Institute. It had a nickname called "Hellfire". As for what kind of paratrooper it was, there was no need to say much. Even without looking at its appearance, just its name alone was enough to tell.
As for why Lu Zhou could recognize it, it was because he had trained with the garrison near the Jinling launch site for a few weeks. Even though he didn't use such powerful equipment, he had seen it many times.
Fan Tong spoke with a strange expression. Wang Peng didn't look like he was joking.
"I think … if there is an accident, this thing will probably be useless."
Wang Peng raised his eyebrows.
"Oh?"
Fan Tong: "Their technology is beyond our understanding. When I was at the entrance of the ruins, I tried to continue to explore, but an invisible wall blocked me. It's hard to explain clearly, but you will know when you go in … "
Wang Peng nodded simply. He didn't argue, and his expression didn't change.
It would be best if there was no conflict. They came here with the purpose of peace.
But if there was an accident …
He had to take at least one person back.
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