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Chapter 598 On Mars (Please subscribe and read further, and give monthly votes!)
The shuttle-shaped interstellar spacecraft slowly descended onto the Martian surface, blowing up large amounts of dust that spread outwards in a ring.

The spacecraft's hull reflects starlight. This alloy, made from Kryptonite metal, has excellent energy-gathering properties and, with slight modifications, can absorb starlight to provide backup energy for the journey.

The Justice League logo is electroplated on the side of the aircraft, with a shield framing "JL" in the middle, simple and clear, yet very eye-catching.

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The pressure valve on the spacecraft door made a clear sound, the door ladder slowly descended to the ground, and the Mars Hunter flew out of the spacecraft.

He used his telekinesis to control himself, keeping his feet off the Martian ground.

The wind in the wilderness whipped up dust and blew against his face. Only when it reached his body did the Martian hunter hear a "whooshing" sound.

"My long-lost hometown, but nothing familiar is here anymore!"

The Mars hunter exclaimed in amazement.

The once glorious civilization has been reduced to ruins beneath the sands, and those familiar faces have been buried by the Martian hunters themselves.

He still remembers everyone's face clearly.

Members of the Justice League, dressed in full spacesuits, came out and asked with concern, "Mr. Ron, are you alright?"

They all knew about Martian hunters' past and the tragic experiences of the Martians.

Therefore, it is hard to imagine what it would be like for a Martian manhunter to return to his destroyed homeland.

"Thank you for your concern. I can control my emotions! Let's get back to work. I don't want my family's ordeal to happen to me again."

Martian Manhunter did not use his psychic powers; his voice could not travel far in the thin Martian air and quickly became distorted.

But the Justice League members understood what he meant, stopped touching his wounds, and went about their own work.

The Justice League's plan is to develop Mars into an industrial production base, manufacturing a complete industrial system on the Martian surface, including faster-than-light engines.

The factories on the ground are mainly used to produce various types of parts and small and medium-sized industrial products.

In the future, a giant shipyard will be built around Mars to produce various types of spacecraft, fighter jets, and large warships.

"Initiate form transformation!"

The Mars hunter turned around to face the spacecraft and gave the orders.

The spacecraft's built-in artificial intelligence announced: "Please enter the password!"

"Mars, mind, wisdom, never alone!"

The Mars Hunter revealed his own unique code.

At the same time, the spaceship scanned the Martian hunter's biological information, while his mental power surged, forming a special frequency.

"Password locked, mode transformation activated!"

A slightly mechanical sound arose, and the 100-meter-long spacecraft began to transform like a Transformer.

However, instead of transforming into a Cybertronian robot, this spacecraft expanded into a massive base framework, deeply rooted in the Martian landscape.

Members of the Justice League pulled a nozzle from the arm of their spacesuits and sprayed out a large amount of silvery-gray fluid.

These liquids are a mixture of ejected nanorobots and memory metals.

These metals develop based on the skeleton formed by the deformation of the spacecraft, and the deforming metals begin to extend according to a pre-entered program.

The alliance members completed all the core departments of the base in just half an hour, including the power department with the energy engine at its core, the communications department that controls all communications, the teleportation room that connects to Earth, and the base for building small drones using 3D printers.

"We've used up all the transforming metal; now it's time for manual labor."

The alliance members clapped their hands as they watched the notification on their spacesuit screens that the transforming metal was depleted, walked into the communications department, and put on the virtual reality helmets that had been prepared beforehand.

"Start, go!"

Amid cheers, hundreds of 3D-printed mining robots and trucks emerged from memory, rushing to different locations, raising clouds of dust on the Martian landscape like flying dragons.

"This is no different from driving a car yourself. I wish it could be made into a game."

"This is what games are all about. Although mining is somewhat repetitive, there's not much difference between games and mining these days."

"One word: awesome. I felt like a truck and a robot."

It is impossible to transport all the materials needed to build a Mars base from Earth.

Therefore, one of the most important tasks of this 100-person advance team is to establish a mining exploration site on Mars.

While brain-computer interface technology on Earth is still being validated, the Justice League has already created a technology that allows humans to remotely control machines using Martian Manhunter's telepathic abilities.

However, researchers at the Alliance's science and technology department believe that this technology is merely a transitional phase and has little significance.

Because this technology still requires humans as the core of everything, at most it can reduce the risk to life, and other aspects of the mission will still be fed back to the user in no way.

However, people from other departments felt that the researchers in the Ministry of Science and Technology spent too much time in the lab, to the point that their brains were being damaged.

Being able to avoid life-threatening dangers during a mission is already a remarkable achievement.

Reality is not a game; no one gets a second chance.

"Since everyone is having so much fun, let's have a competition."

Martian hunters also joined the mining effort, echoing everyone's sentiments.

"I will prepare a special gift for the one who achieves the most results."

Upon hearing Martian Manhunter's promise, the Alliance members cheered even more excitedly.

"This reward is definitely mine."

"Hey, I'm the number one fighting game player in the field operations department!"

"What's the use? Do you even understand the principles behind these things?"

Amidst the commotion, the teams maintained their pace, controlling their machines to advance along predetermined routes, constantly scanning the surrounding environment and uploading the data to the base's core computer.

Martian hunters control hundreds of drones, extending outwards from their base to scan the real geographical and climatic environment and compare it with their mental images.

"I haven't been back for so many years, the geographical environment has changed so much!"

The Martian hunter sighed inwardly.

Based on the information gathered by the drone, he modified the map in his hand and added more detailed information, which was then transmitted to every alliance member in real time.

With a more detailed map, the alliance members were able to move even faster.

"Wuhu, we've arrived at the mission location. First point! You'll all be following behind me and getting your hands on the dust!"

The newly arrived team members openly mocked the mission location in the public chat.

Then, I was banned from speaking.

Martian Hunter reminded everyone, "Friendship first, competition second. Anyone who makes such provocative remarks again will be disqualified from the competition."

The group members' faces immediately turned sour, they stuck out their tongues, dared not say anything, and obediently went about their work.

"Haha, this is karma."

"Serves you right for being so foul-mouthed." "Hey, now let's see who's number one!"

The atmosphere in the communications center was lively and enthusiastic. Everyone was arguing non-stop, but no one got angry. Instead, they put all their passion into their work.

Soon, all the teams had completed the basic construction work, began to explore downwards, and quickly took out ore samples. After determining the quality of these ores, they began formal exploration.

Mining is a high-risk investment activity on Earth.

Aside from the money needed to purchase various machines and land, the geological environment, which is difficult to summarize in terms of patterns, is a headache for prospectors.

A seemingly rich mineral layer might turn out to be nothing but useless rock if you dig a little deeper.

Some seemingly rocky areas may actually contain rich deposits of iron ore, copper ore, oil, and natural gas.

But none of these are problems for the Martians.

This race, naturally endowed with mental powers, had long ago thoroughly investigated both the interior and exterior of Mars.

But they preferred a peaceful and tranquil life, and despite thoroughly investigating both the interior and exterior of Mars, they did not undertake any large-scale terraforming; they simply built their city using stone and mental power.

But as Darkseid's tentacles drew near, everything was buried under the sand.

Apart from Martian hunters, no other life form can directly connect with this race that has vanished from history.

"Be careful, I haven't been keeping an eye on Mars for too long. It's not absolutely safe here."

The Mars Hunter highlighted the message in red and displayed it at the top of the group chat.

Soon, the group chat was flooded with replies containing the single character "1".

The Mars hunter then shifted his focus from the various construction sites, controlling the drone to continue surveying the area, matching the actual geographical environment with his mental image.

While revising the map, he also kept reminiscing about the past and contemplating the future.

Although Martian traditions are very different from those of Earthlings, Martian Hunter, as the last Martian, has no intention of preserving all traditions.

He had no objection to the Alliance's positioning of Mars.

Moreover, Martin personally issued an order to "protect the Martian remains and not let the pain of the massacre disappear into history in a muddled way."

Using this as a central point, the Martian hunters isolated all the places that held special significance for the Martians and then considered what kind of industrial base Mars should be built into.

For the Justice League, building a massive space dock around Mars was actually not a difficult task.

Krypton has a lot of experience in building large space stations; they just need to copy it and remove the biotechnology that doesn't fit the Justice League.

As for the actual construction work, with Superman, the number one figure in the Justice League, carrying the heavy load, they didn't even need a spaceship.

Perhaps, the spaceship will be completed even before the industrial base on Earth.

"This is no easy task. It would be good if Martin were here. At least there would be someone to discuss things with."

Martian hunters used their special brains to constantly consider the importance of building industrial bases.

boom!
A drone suddenly exploded without warning, and nothing was nearby.

If it were someone else, they would probably think that Feng Huiwen remembered the explosion as an internal malfunction.

But the Martian hunter sensed an intense panic from the absence of the expected arrival, which surged from his heart and struck his brain directly.

This is the best evidence for those with psychic abilities.

Something is happening, or something is about to happen.

Martian hunters are all too familiar with the power of the mind.

This excitement, which triggers an instinctive physical response, is tantamount to telling him everything in front of him.

"I want to go out."

He informed everyone of what he had just sensed.

Meanwhile, one of the two was transferred out of the hospital, while the other two remained in the communications center to control the drone and keep an eye on the surroundings.

The other two should accompany him to avoid any further complications.

Martian Manhunter, along with two crew members, left the base in a modified car.

The two team members got into work mode and asked seriously, "Mr. Rong En, what exactly happened here?"

“Something has triggered my telepathy. Perhaps it’s a dangerous enemy, an echo of the past, or maybe there are survivors of my people…”

The Martian hunter listed out all the possible scenarios, remaining calm throughout and making no assumptions.

The two team members exchanged a glance. "What triggered this telepathic connection? Is it related to your people? How significant is it?"

The Martian hunter instructed, "You must remember that we came here on a mission from the Alliance. No matter what happens, we cannot make any assumptions before the evidence emerges, so as not to disrupt the Alliance's plans."

"Yes!"

The two group members felt a chill run down their spines and immediately prepared to get up.

They equipped their spacesuits with various defensive gear and took out energy weapons in case of a possible battle.

"Mr. Rong En, we've never participated in alien battles before. This sudden situation is quite nerve-wracking!"

"Yes, is there anything we need to be careful about?"

Both team members held their weapons tightly to their chests, their hearts pounding with tension.

Martian Hunter reassured them, "Even if we encounter battle, there's no need to worry. Just follow behind me."

The two group members were finally relieved.

"arrive!"

The drone chip signal appeared on the screens of their spacesuits, and they could see the black smoke rising from the crashing drone.

"Stop!"

With a sudden stop, Liang Fuyuan swayed and nearly hit his head.

The Martian hunter opened the car door and flew out, spreading his mental power to sense everything around him and quickly finding a life signal.

"It's just a beast!"

The Martian hunters were greatly disappointed.

He returned to the car, where the two calm crew members said, "That beast resembles a lion on Earth. It's not a native Martian species; it must have wandered here by accident."

The two team members exchanged a glance and both realized that the Martian hunter was acting strangely.

Because he didn't explain what triggered that special feeling before drawing a conclusion.

The two team members volunteered, "Mr. Rong En, if you are sure that the creature is not in danger, please let the two of us handle it!"

The Martian hunter sighed and smiled at them, "Thank you. I'll stay behind you in case anything happens."

Although Martian manhunters did not expect anything unexpected to happen.

(End of this chapter)