Shatterdome.
The Wei Brothers, looking completely bewildered, were transported back here by the mecha.
The three men took off their helmets and held them to their waists. Wearing crimson armor-style sensor suits with tiger head logos, they stepped out of the cockpit, still unable to understand what Tendo Choi had told them earlier.
The monster took to the sky?
How could it get into space?
Who blew it into the sky?
The staff member who helped remove the armor from behind saw the three brothers looking dazed and couldn't help but ask, " Ah Chang, how are you feeling?"
Wei Chang shook his head. "Nothing much. By the way, any news about that monster?"
"Hehe, breaking news. The Scunner landed on Point Nemo half an hour ago."
" Point Nemo?" the third brother Wei Hu, asked, puzzled.
The staff member who was busy working behind the scenes casually explained a few words before exclaiming in surprise, "Although I don't know what happened, the monster is dead now, and our city is safe. It's a happy ending for everyone."
Hearing that the monster had died from the fall, the three brothers breathed a sigh of relief.
Indeed, it's a good thing the monster is dead.
The three brothers returned to the domed hall on the first floor of the base.
This is the most central location of the entire base.
Its height of over 100 meters allows it to fully accommodate all current mechs, while its enormous floor area determines the number of mechs it can hold.
At its peak, the Hong Kong Base housed thirty mechs simultaneously, and their maintenance and upkeep were carried out concurrently in this spacious area.
You could say this is a giant mecha repair factory.
At that time, everyone's first impression upon entering this place was that ants had stumbled into the temple of a giant.
Unfortunately, only one Crimson Typhoon remains here now.
This is the last pillar of the temple.
However, it's said that before New Year's Day, the remaining two mechs will also be transferred to this base, along with a damaged third-generation mech...
well!
Wei Chang stopped, looked back at the crimson mech that had returned to its berth, and couldn't help but feel lost about his future and that of humanity.
The fate of all humanity once rested in the hands of these hundred-odd mech pilots.
Now that most of our comrades have sacrificed their lives, this glory and responsibility must be handed over to those unyielding, steadfast walls.
But what good are those walls, no matter how sturdy they are?
How can you stop a monster that can run away?
Isn't the purpose of a defensive line to be breached?
Everyone knows about this, but everyone is pretending not to.
"Let's go, brother. Don't think about those things anymore, it's not something we can decide." The second brother, Wei Jin, patted his eldest brother. The triplets were already in sync, and having piloted mechs together for so long, they could guess what the other was thinking even without the communication device.
"Yeah, let's go. Instead of thinking about this, let's go see what we can eat in the cafeteria tonight." The third brother Wei Hu, rubbed his stomach, a coat draped crookedly over his shoulder.
Just as the three were about to leave, they suddenly saw the hall doors open, and their boss strode in with a group of strangers, personally introducing them to everyone.
"That's Crimson Typhoon, the only mech in our base right now..."
"The hall is surrounded by repair bays for the mechs..."
"These three young men are the only pilots of our Crimson Typhoon; only they are a perfect match for this powerful machine."
Pentecost patted the three men on the shoulder and introduced the Wei Brothers to Zhang Tianyuan one by one.
"You
Hello.
Zhang Tianyuan took the initiative to shake hands with them.
"Hello, hello..."
The three brothers remained stunned after shaking hands, watching as Pentecost introduced himself and then hurriedly left with his men, as if he were carrying out some kind of flash mob.
Watching their retreating figures, Wei Hu scratched his buzz cut. "Who were those people? Were they leaders?"
"I don't know."
"Do we have any other leaders now? Isn't the highest-ranking Old Pan?"
Pentecost was with Zhang Tianyuan and the others the whole time.
It wasn't until Tendo Choi arrived and took over that they were able to meet Hermann and Newton, the two scientists from the movie.
One is passionate about mathematics, data, and the study of wormhole structures; the other is passionate about reverse engineering of monster bioengineering.
After leaving, Pentecost returned to his office and connected to a secure line.
"General Pentecost?" It was Ning Jihua's voice coming from the other end.
Pentecost was no stranger to this voice.
"Mr. Ning, excuse me, but I have some information that I consider very important to you." Pentecost was very polite on the phone, not only because of the other party's status, but also because the other party had always given him the strongest support.
"General, please speak. Is it related to the disappearance of the monster today?" Ning Jihua's voice was deep and calm, revealing no emotion.
"That's right," Pentecost said. "When the monster disappeared, I noticed a group of strange people at the scene; they might be the ones who caused the monster's mysterious disappearance."
"So I went to see these people later..."
Pentecost paused slightly, as if adjusting the rhythm of his speech.
Ning Jihua followed up at just the right moment. "So, those people are indeed somewhat special?"
"Yes, they... they claim to have mastered wormhole technology that is more advanced than that of the monsters."
Where Pentecost cannot see.
Ning Jihua, whose hair was slightly gray, suddenly gripped the phone receiver tightly. He was silent for a moment, then closed his eyes, but you could see his eyeballs moving rapidly.
Is it believable?
"The fact that the Scunner already dead is the strongest evidence that it truly appeared suddenly in outer space..."
Upon hearing Pentecost's words, Ning Jihua also remembered this matter.
I want to talk to them.
"It will be ready soon; they also hope to communicate with you."
"Thank you for your help, General."
Pentecost quickly arrived at the two scientists' laboratory and informed Zhang Tianyuan, who was there learning about and observing the monster specimens, of the results of his conversation with Mr. Ning.
"Let's not delay, let's go now."
Hearing that Pentecost had made the arrangements, Zhang Tianyuan patted Newton and Hermann on the shoulder and made a promise to them to come again next time.
They got along well just now.
Although the two scientists each have their own eccentricities, it is not difficult to get along with them.
In particular, Newton seemed to regard him as a wealthy man who was preparing to invest in the project and therefore came to inspect it in advance...
When Zhang Tianyuan arrived at the office, Pentecost's phone call hadn't ended, and Ning Jihua on the other end was also waiting.
"Mr. Zhang?"
As soon as Zhang Tianyuan picked up the phone, Ning Jihua spoke on the other end.
"Yes, it's an honor to meet you, Mr. Ning." Zhang Tianyuan's tone was very relaxed, without any burden or pressure in his heart.
He has spoken with people including Elder Zhou, Otis, Thomas, Sun Deyi...
Having traversed three different time periods, Zhang Tianyuan was already quite used to this kind of conversation.
Ning Jihua sensed the calmness on the other end of the phone, which put him under more pressure. He decided to probe indirectly:
"I've heard that you wish to help keep the Jaeger Program going?"
"Because I think the Jaeger Program is one of the best solutions for dealing with monsters in your timeline, at least better than that Defense Wall Plan."
Ning Jihua was silent for a moment, then uttered a phrase: "Your timeline?"
Zhang Tianyuan chuckled, "We possess wormhole technology, so it's quite reasonable for me to come from another timeline, isn't it?"
Even someone like Ning Jihua had to take a deep breath and stop his racing heart when he heard those words.
"So you just told General Pentecost that you are native Earthlings?"
"You might have misunderstood the meaning of spacetime," Zhang Tianyuan laughed. "The spacetime I'm referring to isn't extraterrestrial, but parallel universes."
"We come from a parallel universe's Earth."
In an instant. m.
Ning Jihua understood. It felt as if an electric current had passed through his entire body. His hands trembled slightly, and his eyes were filled with shock.
He gripped the microphone even tighter than when he had spoken to Pentecost earlier.
"So what exactly is your purpose in coming here?"
Ning Jihua did not doubt the truthfulness of these words.
Because they had enough evidence to prove that Zhang Tianyuan and his group were indeed extraordinary.
On the other side.
Zhang Tianyuan said, "We come from a cross-dimensional organization— the Parallel Spacetime Mutual Aid Society..."
Ning Jihua listened to the basic introduction of the Mutual Aid Society, he began to make plans in his mind.
First, unlike the monsters that invade using wormholes, this organization, which also controls wormholes, appears to be a friendly one.
This is good news for ourselves and for all of humanity.
At this moment, Zhang Tianyuan was heard saying:
"Currently, one post-apocalyptic world has begun relocating to another world for refuge with the support of the Mutual Aid Society."
"Apocalyptic Time and Space?"
"Yes, that timeline is codenamed Number One. Due to the anomaly of the sun, their Earth is about to face an apocalyptic catastrophe, so after discussion, we decided to relocate the 7 billion people of No. 1 Spacetime to No. 2 Spacetime for temporary refuge..."
After listening to Zhang Tianyuan's basic introduction to the Great Migration Plan.
Ning Jihua could hardly imagine how massive and complex the project was.
He compared his own timeline with that of No. 1 Spacetime and found there was no comparison at all.
In their timeline, a few trillion US dollars is already enough to make those developed countries clamor for attention.
In contrast, their use of time and space is truly ruthless.
In order to evacuate, they abandoned all economic interests.
Sigh, if only our own timeline could be this united...
Ning Jihua shook his head, deciding not to indulge in such daydreams.
He lowered his voice and said regretfully, "I greatly admire what you have done, but unfortunately, the situation in our timeline is complex, and I'm afraid no one will agree to the relocation."
The case I just mentioned misled him, making him think that the Mutual Aid Society planned to migrate their timeline as well.
"From the very beginning, I never intended to relocate your entire timeline," Zhang Tianyuan said with a smile. "Besides, your situation isn't so dire that it warrants a complete time-space relocation. The example I gave was just to let you know about the Mutual Aid Society."
How could he possibly allow people from the Pacific Rim Spacetime to relocate?
Is it because No. 2 Spacetime isn't crowded enough, and Tong Wenshi isn't worried enough?