Chapter 1,430 The Last Card

Mars colony, cleaning warehouse.

Blaise put a cart of mops and brooms into the warehouse, signed his name hastily on the tablet terminal, and locked the trap door of the warehouse.

I have been engaged in cleaning work for some time.

It is worth mentioning that the people at Star Ring Trading did not ask him to work. He applied for these jobs on his own initiative. After all, in this kind of environment, working has become a kind of pastime. If there is nothing to do, even if there are many entertainment facilities in the base, it will drive people crazy.

The New Zealanders won't let him touch sensitive work, so the only two remaining departments he can work in are cleaning and catering.

After living on Mars for more than half a year, Brace has basically adapted to life here.

To be honest, he had quite mixed feelings about this colony.

He saw with his own eyes how the colony gradually regained its advantage from the offensive of the devil bugs, and how it tenaciously developed and expanded under harsh conditions...

admire?

Maybe a little.

But Brace knew very well that the emotion in his heart was probably more of awe.

The more contact he had, the more deeply he realized what a terrifying opponent his country faced. Even prehistoric species from more than three billion years ago are not enough to defeat them, and even Mars, which has never grown from grass, cannot stop their pioneering pace. What else can really stop or threaten them?

Brace has also been paying attention to the election recently.

If possible, he would have liked John F. Kennedy to take office and push for the United States to join the Earth Defense Alliance, as promised in his campaign. Contrary to the views of nationalists, he does not believe that this is a compromise with the loss of hegemony, but a compromise with history.

After work, Blaise was getting ready to go to the bar for a drink.

At this moment, the indicator light on his watch flashed slightly.

After being stunned for a moment, Blaise took out the Bluetooth headset from his pocket and put it into his ear.

"Hello?"

"Come to my office." Hong Zewei, the governor of the Mars colony, said straight to the point on the phone without any unnecessary nonsense.

…

"How's the memory reading going?"

"It went very well," Dr. Amos said with a smile. "The sequelae have been almost overcome. I am planning to apply to return to Halo City in the near future."

"There is a flight in two days, you can take a ride." Hong Zewei said with a smile.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and the two ended the topic at the same time.

"Then I'll leave first."

"Well, go ahead and get busy."

Amos simply packed up the documents on the table, put them back into the sealed document bag, then turned and walked towards the door.

The trap door moved sideways, and Blaise, who was standing outside the office, passed Dr. Amos who was walking out of the office and walked into the office.

Looking at the American astronaut standing in front of his desk, Hong Zewei smiled and said.

"How's it going? Are you still used to it after more than half a year?"

"I'm used to it." Blaise nodded and said helplessly, "I just feel a little homesick."

"Let me tell you some good news. About the day after tomorrow, flights between Halo City and the Mars colony will officially start. Although it is not open to the public for the time being, from the perspective of friendship between the two countries, we have decided to let you board the ship first. You You and your companions will be able to go home soon."

Blaise was stunned for a moment, and then an expression of ecstasy appeared on his face.

"Are you telling the truth? We can go home in two days?"

"Of course it's true," Hong Zewei said with a smile, "Except for the one of you who is suspected of espionage and we can't release him for the time being, all of you can go home! Go back and pack your things and get ready."

"I have to tell my companions the good news immediately. And, thank you!" Blaise said sincerely.

"You're welcome, go quickly." Hong Zewei smiled.

…

Amy Kasim is a reporter for The Washington Post.

The recent arrival of the Origin spacecraft in the Kuiper Belt has caused a magnitude three earthquake in the entire American society. From the financial world to ordinary people, everyone is aware of it. Everyone is talking about the impact this will have on the United States and even the future of mankind.

Following the trend of public opinion and at the request of the editor-in-chief, Amy is currently writing a report on the Origin and the Star Ring trade aerospace technology. Just as she was thinking hard about the documents on her computer, there was a knock on the door of the office.

"Come in."

The door opened and her immediate boss, Editor Wood, came in.

"Stop all the work at hand. I have another more important job waiting for you to handle."

"I don't understand, what's more important than the Origin?" Amy said while leaning on the chair and taking a sip of coffee, holding her arms around her chest.

"The American election, of course."

"Oh, God," Amy sighed exaggeratedly, "the entire American media is reporting on this farce. Even if a certain candidate has an affair with someone, we can't use this to attract more people." Eyeballs. People are already numb. Could you please think about it again——"

"Flights between Halo City and Mars will be launched by the end of the year, and the American astronauts stranded on Mars will soon go home. The other one is the diplomatic meeting between John F. Kennedy and the ambassador of New Zealand some time ago, and they have had many private exchanges. I hope you will combine these two Report the matter together." Wood made a gesture and put his two index fingers together, "Do you understand what I mean?"

"You mean," Amy frowned slightly, and then her eyes lit up, "Mr. Kennedy should be credited with bringing the astronauts home? And for the private communication, is the source reliable?"

"No, no, no, you got it wrong." After Amy stopped speaking, Wood stared into the eyes of the leading reporter, smiled slightly, and emphasized again, "Star Ring Trading is going to give this credit to John. "Kennedy, do you understand what I mean?"

Amy Kasim rolled her eyes and suddenly showed a sudden expression, "I understand what you mean."

"Good job."

Seeing that his subordinates were so sensible, Wood said nothing more, grinned with satisfaction, reached out and patted her on the shoulder, turned and left the office.

After walking to a secluded place, Wood took a deep breath, took out the phone from his pocket, and dialed the unfamiliar number.

The phone rang twice and was quickly answered.

"I have taken care of the matter. The report is written by Amy Qasim, our top reporter. I have done what you asked. Do you think..."

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Wood," the hoarse voice on the other end of the phone said with a hint of smile, "I promise, as long as you do as we say, no one will know about your deal with Congressman Davis. …”