"Damn it!"
Lü Yongchang angrily reached out and slammed his hand against the desk in front of him.
The icy surface sent a sharp sting through his palm.
"Zero, get Fang Xu over here!"
He barked the order in a low voice.
But a moment later, he shook his head. "No, have him go to the conference room."
"Notify everyone, including Parliament. We're holding an emergency meeting immediately!"
Too many lives were at stake for him or Fang Xu to make this decision alone.
With that, he reached down and disengaged the Electromagnetic Adhesion Device on his seat, then rose with a grave expression and headed straight for the office door.
"Acknowledged. The meeting will begin in thirty minutes."
As the Electronic Synthesized Voice faded, the office door opened, and Zero's virtual avatar dissolved into a cloud of particles.
The conference room aboard the [Earth].
On either side of the conference table, everyone wore a different expression.
"That sums up the situation."
Lü Yongchang raised a hand and gently rubbed between his brows. "Let's hear your thoughts. Should we change the implementation area for the [Tailed-Off Plan]?"
As he spoke, he looked toward Fang Xu and Hong Qiming, seated a short distance away.
Fang Xu remained silent. Hong Qiming was the first to speak.
"Professor, I need to confirm something."
Lü Yongchang raised his eyebrows and nodded slightly. "Go ahead."
Hong Qiming's gaze sharpened as he asked gravely, "Can we still contact the Proxima Centauri Humans Civilization?"
"Or, to put it another way, can Zero still remotely control the weak artificial intelligence over there?"
Without the slightest hesitation, Lü Yongchang shook his head. "Impossible."
"Ren Feng and Zhang Zhengqing physically severed every external network connection. Right now, Proxima Centauri is an isolated island. Unless they restore the connection themselves,