General Scott Dobbin watched the space capsule tumble away through the communicator.
His expression was complicated.
But there was no pity, nor any self-reproach.
He believed that both he and his superiors had made the right decision.
Krikalev had already mutated, and to a horrifying extent at that.
What abilities he possessed and how destructive he could be were unknown. Coupled with his prolonged isolation in space, which must have twisted his mind, the two factors could very likely combine into something terrifying.
Besides.
Earth was fragile.
Astronaut Krikalev had drifted through the vast universe for more than 300 days. If he carried a virus beyond humanity's understanding, there would be no way to guard against it.
If the Russian Space Agency brought him back, and the virus broke out on Earth—
The entire Space Agency would become sinners in human history.
In short, after twenty days of discussion, Astronaut Krikalev's threat level far outweighed his research value.
The conclusion was—abandon him.
Even the space capsule Astronaut Krikalev had lived in would have to be destroyed later!
General Scott Dobbin narrowed his eyes and slowly drew a breath.
He straightened his uniform, polished the badge on his chest until it gleamed even brighter, then stood tall, put on a smile, turned, and pushed open the door.
Outside was a mobile data vehicle.
And the vehicle was parked on a plain outside Moscow.
Click! Click!
Click! Click!
Countless camera flashes flickered madly as dozens of reporters waited outside the door!
"General Scott Dobbin!"
"When will our space hero Krikalev land?"
"After being stranded in space for so long, is he physically capable of being interviewed?"
General Scott Dobbin smiled and gestured for everyone to quiet down. "Thank you for your concern. Rest assured, we contacted our space hero ahead of time