Chapter 130: Truth
The ceremony ended, and Sun Changhe looked toward Jiang Yang.
“Jiang Yang, I’m very sorry, but the World Government’s declassified documents do not include you, this Cycler. Although we all know you made the greatest contribution in this.”
Jiang Yang had long been mentally prepared for this and was pleased to see it happen.
He shook his head: “No problem. Not only me, but you, Professor Lu, Professor Chen, and everyone in our Hibernation Team—all of us have not been declassified, right?”
“Yes.”
The Future Plan is too important, and now that the World Government has just been established with many opponents. Once announced, there will inevitably be too much trouble.
Moreover, his own existence is even more likely to cause panic and make people fall into a meaningless negative state.
Having received the expected answer, Jiang Yang said in a low voice: “At least we can still live well, witness this world continue on with our own eyes, and see our civilization continue to grow. Honors are useless anyway.
The Martyrs can no longer see these things, so let’s give all the honors to them.”
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Returning to the Hibernation Base, Jiang Yang turned on the computer and began browsing the network world.
As expected, at this moment, the entire network was filled with matters related to the Apocalypse. Interpretations of the World Government’s declassified documents were flying everywhere.
Speculations about the Reaper Civilization’s technology level, popular science on alien life forms, methods and progress of human civilization in detecting extraterrestrial life, ten years ago, the details of that war that occurred in just ten days and was unknown to the public, and so on.
Also as Jiang Yang expected, in almost every forum, every network space, there were large numbers of skeptical and opposing voices, believing that the so-called Apocalypse was just a deception, just an excuse for the powerful to seize the highest authority and better enslave the whole world, and the so-called heroes were just signs put out to confuse people’s hearts.
Even more expectedly, wherever such conspiracy theory voices appeared, they were instantly besieged by a large number of positive voices and soon sank below the surface and disappeared.
Jiang Yang knew that, in fact, even before this formal public disclosure to the public, there had already been vague leaks of Apocalypse-related information, but it had never been officially acknowledged.
After all, they couldn’t expect every foreign high-level official to have sufficiently outstanding confidentiality awareness.
But this small-scale leak actually served as advance paving and did not make this official public acknowledgment seem too abrupt.
“The network world is boiling, and it probably won’t calm down without a few years. Truth becomes clearer with debate, so let them argue slowly. Anyway, more details and evidence will be released later…”
Jiang Yang turned off the computer.
At this moment, on the other side of Earth, on the vast western farm, slightly overweight Daniel Wilson excitedly flipped through the computer, muttering to himself: “I knew it would be like this, I knew it…”
Ten years ago, he was still the Intelligence Chief in the military of this massive nation. It was during his tenure that the famous Industrial Mobilization event occurred in that nation on the other side of Earth, and there was also the incident of an Intercontinental Ballistic Missile crossing more than a dozen countries.
Because he failed to investigate the real reason, he was fired and could only return to his hometown to inherit his family’s 2000 acres of land.
Ten years of farm life passed quite leisurely, but there was always one thing that weighed on his mind.
That Eastern Country—what exactly were they doing?
Afterward, there were frequent upheavals at the national upper levels, as if that country had disclosed certain truths to his own country and engaged in frequent and intense games.
But because he was already far from the upper levels, he couldn’t receive any information, only vaguely hearing some true-or-false things.
World Apocalypse.
For years, he had been frantically collecting related information but had never been able to confirm it.
Until today…
Trembling as he finished reading the World Government’s declassified information, he let out a long breath, his body slumping back against the chair like jelly.
His consciousness drifted back to that daytime ten years ago, when he was hiding in the office shivering, waiting for the missile to either crash into the city where he was or fly over the city skyline that day.
At this moment, the huge stone that had weighed on his heart for ten years was finally lifted.
“So that’s how it is… This makes everything completely make sense. No wonder they were so crazy back then…”
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“Daniel!”
A childish voice came. Daniel came back to his senses and turned to look, seeing his nine-year-old son Mike bouncing over.
“Mike, you’re back?”
“Daniel, today at school I heard that ten years ago we almost all died, the World Apocalypse almost came, is that true?”
His wife Laura also looked at her husband with some curiosity.
Daniel’s gaze became distant: “Mike, it’s true. Back then, Dad was working in the military…”
“Damn aliens! Dad, which superhero saved the world? Iron Man or the Giant? It couldn’t be Spider-Man, right? I hate spiders.”
A doting smile appeared on Daniel’s face: “No, the ones who saved the world were not superheroes, but a group of ordinary people.
Yes, they were all just ordinary people. They couldn’t fly, weren’t very strong, couldn’t transform, and didn’t have steel armor. But they had firm beliefs and unyielding hearts, as well as… knowledge.
Yes, Mike, knowledge was their most important treasure as ordinary people to save the world, so let me see, what grade did you get on this exam? Not an E, right?
Oh my god, this is terrible, little guy. You might not be able to become a world-saving hero…”
“No, no, I won’t! I want to be a hero! I’m going to study, don’t disturb me!”
Watching Mike dash into the study, Daniel and Laura both smiled.
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In a certain bar, a young man with an Eastern face walked in.
For some reason, the men who had been intensely discussing something at the long bar counter suddenly all fell silent.
The young man looked at himself in some surprise but found nothing unusual.
A sharp voice suddenly rang out: “Yellow-skinned monkeys, now you’ve finally ruled the world, satisfied, huh!”
A flash of anger crossed the young man’s face. But before he could retort, a bald giant at least two meters tall slapped the sharp-faced man to the ground.
“FUCK, Landon, this isn’t the attitude to have toward a hero! Now, get out of this bar, don’t let me see you again!”
“Get out! Get out!”
The bartender directly poured out the drink in front of him: “He told you to get out, didn’t you hear?”
The man glared hatefully at everyone in the bar and slunk away.
The two-meter giant enthusiastically walked over to the young man: “Hey buddy, can you tell me how you guys built 300 rockets in five days?”
“This is a tremendous project. If it were those NASA pigs, they could barely make 300 fireworks in five days.”
“Kate, I remember ten years ago you didn’t say that. You called them the Fireworks Kingdom back then, didn’t you?”
“Shut up! I’ve already apologized for my shallowness and ignorance! Now, buddy, let me buy you a drink. Can you tell us?”
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