"Your Majesty, a round trip from here to Earth will take seven months. Every month, I can bring back 70 aboriginals or 120 Jing Tribe and people from the Yun Nation."
Each trip consisted of six aboriginals and six women. Each Kismet Heaven winged cavalry warrior weighed only 250 kilograms, while the women weighed about 50 kilograms. This was a very simple math problem.
Seven months on Earth could bring back nearly 500 aboriginals or more than 800 Jing Tribe members.
One year later, the number might even increase by half.
This would be very beneficial to the development of the four-leaf clover planet in the future.
After all, the country could rely on immigrants, but he could only use robots or hired people. It was better to use the aboriginals and Jing Tribe members instead. Although they ate more, their wages were low, they had few demands, were loyal, and were strong.
If they lost the war with the foreign races in the future, these people could also be used as seeds. This was also a way out.
This was official business, as well as official business.
Compared to returning to Earth, the benefits of staying here were greater.
As for those damned bastards, as long as two disciples brought the news back to the martial arts center, the experts left on Earth would naturally let them know what it meant to have weeds grow on one's grave when the wildfire never burns!
Ren Baqian felt that something was wrong … However, it didn't matter. In any case, that was what it meant!
Otherwise, what was the purpose of leaving a Longevity Heaven expert and many Cardinal Heaven experts on Earth?
Wasn't it just to quell trouble when there was a situation?
"Go back to Earth and kill!" The empress was simple and direct. To her, nothing was more important than making her feel carefree.
Was there a need to hesitate?
If it was seven or 70 years later, the empress would still consider whether to take revenge personally.
There was no need to consider seven months at all!
"I also think that killing is more important! The most important thing is to kill those who want to frame me. "Ren Baqian's tone changed, and he agreed with her.
The scene changed. More than two months later, Ren Baqian opened his eyes again and opened the hibernation chamber.
He turned on the projector and saw that in the pitch-black starry sky, a huge cross-shaped space port with a ring outside could be seen in the distance.
Countless lights lit up the space port, and spaceships entered it from time to time.
This was the distribution center for supplies from Earth to the Horned Dragon Galaxy.
A large number of supplies had been gathered here to provide logistics for the upcoming expedition!
"I'm back!" Ren Baqian stretched lazily, pushed open the door, and found Howard Musk. "Do you have any encrypted communication devices that can contact our people on Earth?"
"I'm sorry. Currently, only each country has its own encrypted communication system. I have to at least reach the Moon before I can contact my family," Howard Musk said apologetically.
"Return to Earth. I'll give you three days! Remember, I want all the masterminds behind the scenes! In the future, if I find out which one is missing, I will use you to replace it! "Ren Baqian's tone was calm, but Howard Musk's hair stood on end.
He knew that the other party would do as he said!
"Please rest assured. Thank you for giving me this opportunity!" Howard Musk placed one hand on his chest and bowed.
When he stood up again, his face was filled with killing intent.
Even if the other party didn't say anything, he wouldn't let those bastards off!
And that bastard who encouraged him to fight for this position!
When the spaceship arrived at the space station, countless radio waves began to transmit in the Solar System.
Back in the Horned Dragon Galaxy, there was only one public information channel. Everyone had a tacit understanding not to mention this matter in the public channel.
However, when they arrived at the space station, messages were sent back to Earth.
China.
"It seems like there's going to be a big commotion again." An old man frowned after recovering from his shock.
"So be it. If it were something else, there might be room for discussion. If it were me, I wouldn't let this matter rest either. Let them be! Some people are reaping what they sow! "
Another old man chuckled and closed his eyes to rest after speaking in a rocking chair. Another middle-aged man pushed the rocking chair back and forth.
The Rising Sun City.
The queen, who was now in her 50s, was sitting in her room. After receiving the news, she stood in front of the window in a daze.
That night more than 20 years ago reappeared in her mind.
"Some people don't learn from their mistakes and always want to provoke people they shouldn't provoke."
"Contact Mr. Prime Minister. End the ongoing talks. Those people won't be in the mood to care about what we are going to talk about. "
Germany and Italy: "Stop the joint military exercise between NATO and the United States and withdraw immediately!"
Fighting Nation: "Transfer the Northern Fleet to the Bering Strait. Explain? There's no need to explain! Let them condemn us! "
As long as we can cause trouble for the United States, we will do it!
Japan: "Stop all commercial cooperation with the United States! Keep your distance from them. "
Did something happen to the Southern Dynasty?
Oh, the Southern Dynasty people didn't know anything.
Almost at the same time, all the major countries in the world stopped all ongoing talks with the United States, canceled all visits, and even the military exercises that had already been gathered together were withdrawn in advance.
The whole world was in an uproar. They had no idea what was going on.
It was as if overnight, the second largest country in the world had become the target of public criticism and the enemy of the whole world.
We were isolated?
Countless Americans were filled with indignation after the shock.
But how did things become like this?
Countless experts and scholars appeared on the Internet and analyzed the situation in the past two days. However, no matter how they analyzed, they couldn't find the reason.
"What? She's not dead? Why? Why didn't those alien bastards keep their word? "
"Even the Gallic roosters drew a line with us? Alright, you don't need to tell me about this! Why? I don't care, I don't f * cking care about anything now! "
Matthew Perry's eyes were red as he vented crazily in the office.
Yes, when he found out that the woman wasn't dead and stepped on the spaceship, he knew he was dead.
What United States, what identity, what wealth, what family, what reputation, none of it mattered anymore!
He didn't understand why those damn eight-armed alien bastards had changed their minds!
Weren't those aliens very powerful?
After a long time, Matthew Perry slumped on the chair with a dull look in his eyes. After a long time, he came back to his senses and opened his address book.
"That woman is back. Those bastards changed their minds. We're dead."
"Not us, it's you! You're the one who did this, have you forgotten? Don't worry, your family will live a good life, your family will be glorious! That's my promise! "
"F * ck, f * ck, you bastard!" Matthew Perry was filled with anger as he smashed the communicator.
In a manor in the United States, a middle-aged man said to the person beside him, "Matthew's mission is over. Don't give him a chance to speak. Clean up all the clues."
After giving the order, the middle-aged man remembered the conversation he had with his father more than 20 years ago.
"The earth doesn't need a superman, and we don't need a superman who is beyond our control and can easily take our lives.
We will be above everyone and control everything because we are the Mellon family!
She is very powerful, but she is only a human, not a god. As long as there is a small opportunity, we can achieve our goal.
We have enough patience, we have enough opportunities, we have enough means and resources to do everything we want to do!
We are the Mellon family! "
The middle-aged man smiled.
Failed?
No, this is not important.
Failure is only temporary, and we will succeed eventually.
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