The Sergeant's gaze toward Lin Qi now held a very special gleam, like the way he had looked at the statue of God in a church!
His eyes seemed to shine, while another radiance stained them at the same time!
It was as if he were looking at a god!
The rhythm of his speech had been a little too fast just now. Lin Qi lit a cigarette and slowed his pace.
"In fact, the number of shelters built along the equator far exceeds our imagination!"
"Initially, the plan was for us—that is, me, some people from the Saint and Harmony Society, and the federal conglomerates—to handle this. Thirty, forty, or fifty shelters, but no more, because there simply weren't enough people with that kind of power!"
"This isn't building a basement, where you hand over tens of thousands of dollars and someone digs it out for you. This is an underground complex capable of accommodating at least two or three hundred thousand people."
"If any of you have seen our engineering plans, you'll know that our requirement for a shelter at full capacity is that it be able to accommodate five hundred thousand people without overcrowding."
"Twenty billion might only be the starting point, not the end. So there simply aren't enough people who can come up with that much money to build that many shelters."
"Our estimate was that there would probably be only around thirty shelters. But in reality, we underestimated people's determination to survive."
Lin Qi gave a soft chuckle. "Many countries and major capitalists plan to build shelters of their own instead of staying with us."
"That will cause the difficulty of constructing their shelters to drop sharply. Projects capable of accommodating tens of thousands, thousands, or even just hundreds of people are already being