On the other side.
Zhang Tianyuan has already helped Ning Jihua sign the application and arrived in the "2012" timeline.
Representatives from the other three timelines have arrived.
When Zhang Tianyuan led an unfamiliar team through the Spacetime Tunnel, a round of enthusiastic applause immediately broke out.
Elder Zhou, Tong Wenshi, and Sun Deyi all had smiles on their faces, and their eyes were full of enthusiasm as they looked at Ning Jihua.
They already learned the specifics of No. 4 Spacetime, also known as the Pacific Rim Spacetime, yesterday.
Tong Wenshi was also notified by Zhang Tianyuan to be in place.
A world invaded by giant monsters, but not completely defeated; instead, the inhabitants have organized a resistance, maintaining normal production and social order, and are expected to return to normalcy after the monster crisis is completely resolved... m.
Normal world!
What these three timelines crave most right now is a return to normalcy!
Who wouldn't love a world like this!
Upon hearing this, Elder Zhou and Sun Deyi were eagerly awaiting the defeat of the monster in No. 4 Spacetime, after which they would establish trade relations and become their life support.
Even Tong Wenshi finally felt a sense of relief.
After all this time, we've finally come to a more normal world.
If someone like those from No. 3 Spacetime were to appear, with their eyes practically gleaming with greed, the pressure would be immense.
They have now gathered almost all the survivors in the country, and the survival rate is slightly better than previously predicted, reaching 2.9 million.
But this did not bring Tong Wenshi any sense of security.
Because this number is negligible within today's Mutual Aid Society system.
Especially compared to the 5.5 billion people in Time and No. 3 Spacetime who are as fierce as wolves, they are even more insignificant.
It's like being tied to a volcano that could erupt at any moment—you're powerless.
Tong Wenshi is definitely the first person in all timelines to experience the so-called "time-space geopolitical" political pressure. Since his birth in No. 3 Spacetime, the wrinkles on his face have visibly increased.
Their "small spacetime" is sandwiched between other large spacetimes, and they also possess resources that are almost equal to those of the other large spacetimes.
This is why no tunnels from other dimensions have come through here, otherwise...
Therefore, he is probably the person among everyone present who most hopes that everything goes smoothly in No. 3 Spacetime and all other timelines.
Fortunately, this No. 4 Spacetime is currently functioning normally.
It's a rare time-travel space where you can still live in your home, and maybe even live there forever.
This made Tong Wenshi very happy, and the applause was also loud.
The oldest of the three.
Ning Jihua felt equally honored to hear the applause.
Before he arrived, Zhang Tianyuan had already explained the basic situation to him, and he knew that the three people in front of him were the presidents of the other three branches of the Mutual Aid Society association.
Just as President Zhang said, the Mutual Aid Society is very harmonious and friendly.
Especially the oldest-looking man, who appeared to be around seventy, clapped so enthusiastically and so loudly, as if he were afraid the man was deaf.
Ning Jihua warmly embraced the three of them.
Although it was their first meeting, everyone already had a good idea of each other's intentions.
They've all come here to discuss trade and economic matters, and there's a high probability that they'll reach a cooperation agreement.
Just be enthusiastic, that's all.
According to the agenda set before departure, Ning Jihua will conduct a six-day visit in three different timelines, and during this period, finalize the first draft of the terms for the Parallel Spacetime Economic and Trade Organization.
Zhang Tianyuan still didn't intend to get too involved in this Economic and Trade Organization; he would leave all the specific details to the relevant parties in the trade and economic field to discuss themselves.
In any timeline, no one would dare to take his share.
That's right.
Economic and Trade Organization charge fees.
After all, it's different from Mutual Aid Society.
Economic and Trade Organization are meant to facilitate profitable trade across different times and spaces, and the Mutual Aid Society provides Spacetime Tunnel, constantly playing an irreplaceable relay role, just like a canal. Charging fees is therefore only natural.
Based on the current direction of the discussion, this fee will be innovatively charged according to weight and the length of time spent traveling through the Spacetime Tunnel.
However, Zhang Tianyuan didn't actually value this money that much.
After all, he doesn't need money, and he's never paid any money.
This is more of a preparation for the Mutual Aid Society headquarters to officially get on track in the future.
Just as the Parallel Spacetime Economic and Trade Organization were negotiating.
Old Pan has received information about Raleigh's whereabouts from Tendo Choi and has personally taken a helicopter to find him.
According to intelligence, Raleigh has been doing poorly ever since his retirement after that defeat, and the treatment he received for his unnatural retirement was also very poor, to the point that he could barely support himself.
Now he's been reduced to working on construction sites doing mortar work—no, I mean, welding.
Sitka, Alaska, the state where he previously retired.
There was a project called the Wall of Life there, which was actually Anti-Kaiju Wall. He had been making a living at that construction site all this time.
To hear that one's once-excellent driver had fallen to such a state...
At that moment, Old Pan was filled with mixed feelings and didn't know what to say.
It can only be said that the monster destroyed too many people and too many things.
A military helicopter flew over the construction site and landed in front of the gate, attracting the attention of many workers. Most of these workers were covered in dust and dirt, wearing hard hats crookedly, and their faces were black.
There are several thousand such workers on this construction site.
Old Pan stepped down, looked at these people who were now all wearing American flags, and compared the situation in front of him with that of the Hong Kong. For a moment, he couldn't believe that this was a developed country.
Compared to before the monsters attacked, it's even harder to recognize; it's practically two different countries.
"Sir...?" The site manager rushed over as soon as he saw the helicopter land.
"I am General Pentecost, from PPDC. There is a worker on your site named Raleigh Becket. Please find him." After a brief handshake, Old Pan stated his purpose.
"Okay, please wait a moment." The site manager didn't dare to delay and ran to find his Horn, searching for people all over the construction site.
The entire construction site was disrupted, and everyone's attention was drawn to it.
But the person was found, and soon a bearded Raleigh named Raleigh was brought over.
"Mr. Becket?"
"General?"
Several years later, the two met again.
Needless to say, Becket already had a guess about Old Pan's intentions.
The reason they're looking for this "useless guy" now is definitely not to ask him to switch roles as a base commander; they can only ask him to go back and continue piloting mechs.
Sure enough, Old Pan invited him into the helicopter, and after closing the door, he quickly explained the plan to Nuke the Wormhole, as well as the current predicament.
"To execute this plan and completely end the monster crisis, we have already performed a second modification on the Gipsy Danger, and you will be the best candidate to pilot it."
Sure enough, upon hearing how dire the situation was, Raleigh stopped being coy.
He harbored a deep hatred for the monster; he was just a little worried.
"Haven't we carried out similar plans before?"
"I remember the result was that the nuclear missile completely deviated and couldn't enter the wormhole, so why are we doing it again?"
This is the last thing he understands.
Why re-execute a solution that has already been proven to fail?
Faced with Raleigh's question, Old Pan chuckled quite easily:
"Mr. Becket, times have changed."