Fire Laurel

Just as Chen Zhao was about to say something, the ambassador beside him, Sabin, had already opened a folder and handed it over.

Inside the folder, several A4 sheets were densely covered with all kinds of exchange terms.

Wang De and Chen Zhao took them and looked them over, excitement blazing in both their eyes.

The conditions the other side offered were incredibly sincere!

Their sincerity was practically overflowing from the pages!

The two exchanged a glance, then both handed Laocoon tissues.

"Stop crying. We'll help," Chen Zhao said.

Mars.

Crash site.

The three astronauts were desperately repairing the spacecraft's oxygen generator.

Their oxygen reserves had only ten minutes left. Once those ten minutes were up, they would be out of oxygen.

As they worked, the three astronauts suddenly stopped.

"It's over," one of them said.

It really was over. The largest component in the oxygen generator had shattered, and there was no spare part. There was no way to fix it.

The astronauts sat blankly on the ground, regulating their breathing and taking in as little oxygen as possible.

There was only that tiny bit of oxygen left. Once it ran out, they would suffocate to death!

Their lives had entered the countdown.

One astronaut began making the sign of the cross with his hand, praying without pause.

At a time like this, all they could do was hope for a miracle.

Suddenly, a voice sounded in their helmets:

"Survivors of the Mars Explorer, can you hear me? I'm Chen Zhao. I am now your rescue ambassador."

The three astronauts jolted and hurriedly replied:

"We can hear you!"

"Oxygen! Our oxygen generator is broken!"

"Save us!"

Chen Zhao's voice continued:

"Don't panic. Oxygen isn't a problem."

"Can your cabin still be pressurized?"

The three astronauts hurriedly got up