Give the universe a little earth shock

Chapter 34 Club No. 641 (for follow-up reading on Tuesday)

June 28.

A heavy rain came unexpectedly.

The dense rain washed the neon makeup of Manhattan Island, blocking the sight of pedestrians.

A dazzled steel forest flickers in the wet asphalt road and dense steam.

On West 51st Street, occasionally people wearing clown masks pulled pink colored smoke and rushed into the rain, laughing, and then were pushed down by unknown people in matte raincoats and dragged into the alley.

"Another crazy idiot."

The man in black pulled off the clown mask with "Hard Club" printed on it, and threw it aside. The blond white man under the mask looked like he had lost his soul, lying on the rain ground looking silly at the rats sheltering from the rain in the gutter.

"Boy, stop going to clubs. With your body, the women inside can pinch your legs off."

After carefully identifying his identity, the man in black laughed at the man and then returned to the intersection to follow him.

West 51st Street has a total length of 2.4 kilometers, a total of 23 bars, [-] clubs, and three casinos. It can be said to be a small Las Vegas.

Mermaids and dragons were mixed in and out of this street, and the Intelligence Bureau had to sprinkle double the number of agents on every corner of the street to prevent anyone from getting out of the block.

"How about number 641."

The men in black who took over the shift came.

"As usual, as many lunatics."

The "Hard Club" at 51 West 641st Street is the craziest club. The hormones in it will never stop from morning to night.

While the man in black was talking, another lunatic wearing a clown mask posted up, hot pants, black silk, and a white cropped vest that was about to come out, showing amazing curves under the heavy rain.

"Officer, why don't you come in and sit down?"

The man in black silently lifted the mask, a white-haired white woman, the freckles on her face made her look like a princess in a castle in the fifteenth century, but the smell of inferior perfume couldn't be washed away, and she was smoked. Choked nose.

"Go away."

The man in black pushed her away expressionlessly, watching her twist her buttocks and walk into the gate of Club No. 641.

Ash entered the gate, seeing the misty purple dance floor in front of her eyes, and restless music in her ears. She nodded familiarly with other waiters wearing clown masks. In fact, the micro-expressions of each mask are different, and it is easy to distinguish who is who. who.

Crossing the dance floor and coming to the backstage, she broke through the men and women who were kissing passionately in the escape passage, and she found a hidden secret door.

Pushing the door open, Wu Hui was staring at the screen intently in the dim low safe house.

"Professor, the airport is blocked," Ash went to the back room to change into clean clothes. The safe house they temporarily lived in had a large area, hidden in the mezzanine between the club and the foundation.

"The neighborhood was full of agents, and the only place we could leave was the port, and there wasn't a single ship in the port."

The secretary served Ash a cup of ginger tea, and then stood silently beside Wu Hui.

"Thank you."

she said.

Mr. Wu turned around, and the atmospheric chase scene captured by the federal military satellite was playing repeatedly on his screen. Being very familiar with starships, he naturally knew that it was his precious treasure, the Hayabusa.

"Ash, how about a big show?"

Elder Wu's face was filled with a wise smile, "Let the starship pick us up."

The girl drinking ginger tea almost choked to death, "Professor, do you think the starship has any chance of surviving? We were all there when the warning monument hit New York. Starship is nothing more than a large fighter jet. I don't think so." It survives."

"No, it will definitely survive, look at this," Mr. Wu pointed at the bright spot on the front of the starship with a stylus. It can be seen that the burning degree near the cockpit is much lower than other parts, and he then pushed the warning sign into the atmosphere The photo freezes and zooms in.

Comparing the two, it was found that the combustion reaction of the cockpit of the starship was exactly the same as that of the warning monument.

What does this mean?It is said that part of the material of the star ship is the same as that of the warning monument!

"They really came up with something amazing."

Wu Lao was happy, the wound on his left rib was torn open, his eyes were black from the pain, the taxi shot almost killed him, if the accompanying secretary knew how to deal with gunshot wounds, he would have returned long ago sky.

"Professor, if the starship comes across the ocean, it will be no different from starting a war."

Ash is a sociologist, and she knows how fragile the global situation is today.

"Ash, when they started assassinating scientists, we were standing on the edge of a cliff. It was impossible to pray for their cooperation. The result of cooperating with jackals was nothing but bones."

"The domestic resources are only enough to support the manufacture of two starships. Human beings must form a real community with a shared future to face the crisis together. We have no choice."

"Moreover, those who chose to surrender to the warning monument have no capital to start a war. You are more familiar with this than me. The initiative is not in their hands."

Wu Hui is very serious. The fact that the country can completely entrust military projects like starships to him is enough proof of his strategic vision.

Ash had no choice but to say, "Well, even if the starship can come, how will we send out the information here? Also, according to the analysis of the moving posture of the video, the warning monument is very aggressive to the starship. If the starship comes, it will Will definitely come."

"We are used to thinking about problems with causality, thinking about the method first, and then discussing the results. Conversely, Ash, if the starship can come, it must mean that it can go, so we only have two results, invisible or visible , these two results will continue to collapse with the passage of time, and finally point to the only answer, the starship descends and picks us up."

"Ah." The young female professor gave up thinking, "So professor, how do we contact the outside world?"

The embassy is surrounded by eyeliners, and every possible staff member is closely followed. They have made many attempts, but the results are in vain. Don’t count on electromagnetic wave communication. Didn't stop listening.

Mr. Wu pressed the pen cap of the retractable ballpoint pen, and the time fluctuated. He seemed not worried about contacting the outside world at all, "This club should be celebrating soon, can you rent a commercial satellite outside? I remember Midland. This company is quite famous and often launches satellites."

He looks at Ash.

This matter cannot be left to the secretary. There are stalkers everywhere on the street, especially for Asian faces, and the interrogation is even tighter.

Ash shrugged, "Professor, you don't really want to celebrate the club, do you? Don't think about letting people from the satellite company deliver any news for you. The investigation there is stricter than the tax bureau."

Mr. Wu was noncommittal, "Maybe, we will go tomorrow, the rain is too heavy today."

"Okay, Professor."

Ash dragged his voice and walked back to his bedroom, "Don't forget your promise, Professor, if you go to your country, you must introduce Li to me."

Mr. Wu cheerfully agreed, "Okay, I will definitely introduce that brat to you when I get back. Oh, by the way, Ash, remember not to use commercial satellites in synchronous orbit. They are too expensive, and I can't afford the rent."

(End of this chapter)