United States, White House.

In the president's office, the US president sat behind the desk and stood alone in front of him.

"His Excellency President, we may be in trouble."

The man in front of the US president handed him the documents in his hand.

"Based on the previous situation, we can be inferred that this move by Zhaicheng Aerospace will cause us to be questioned by public opinion, resulting in a decline in your support rate. At the same time, the more critical issue is that after this time, we will completely lose the moon."

The US President looked through the report in his hand and listened to the report of the person in front of him, his face getting darker and darker.

"Mr. President, according to the inference of White House advisers, once Zhang Zhai successfully lands on the moon and the expansion of the lunar city is completed, China will usher in an alien colonization era, and all this will have nothing to do with us."

"Bang!" The president slapped his hands and made a dull sound on the desk, and his face turned red. "What do you mean is that when that country begins to conquer the entire solar system, we can only watch on the ground like natives and monkeys?"

"It seems that this is the case, Mr. President." The man looked at the US President with some pity.

This may be the most unlucky president in history. During his term, the United States was completely surpassed by China and would be left behind irreversibly.

If the United States still exists several years later, he will be set on the pillar of shame.

"If the United States also starts interstellar colonization, how long will it take?" The president suppressed his anger and quickly looked through the documents.

"Scientific consultants judge that it will not be possible within the next fifty years unless China is willing to share technology with us."

"It cannot be achieved, this is..." The US president suddenly stopped halfway through his speech.

The US President looked at the lines of words on the report, and his anger suddenly eased. He pointed to the lines of words and asked:

"Zhang Zhai wants to land on the moon in person. Take an anti-gravity spacecraft to the moon?"

"Yes. Mr. President."

"It seems that there is one thing you said wrongly just now. It's not a trouble, but an opportunity."

The US President suddenly laughed, "I notified the relevant consultants and relevant scientists to arrive at the conference room within half an hour, and I want to restart the plan for the Death God."

...

Half an hour later, dozens of relevant experts and White House advisers gathered in the White House conference room, and the US president stood in front of them.

"People, please look at the last line of the report."

"This is an opportunity, an opportunity to implement the plan of God of Death. Since he is going to take risks, we must fulfill him."

"Mr. President, is it a risk to implement the God of Death? If it fails, we will face a worse situation than it is now," said a White House adviser.

"But the situation is the worst now. We have lost our future and cannot let him continue." Another White House adviser immediately stood up and retorted.

"I oppose the implementation of the God-Death Plan at this time. Since it is a return to danger, the goal cannot be without support. Even this so-called adventure is a conspiracy. This is the favorite trick for Chinese people." Another White House adviser retorted.

"But we have to take risks. We can no longer let the goal continue like this! We have lost too much!" a somewhat excited aerospace expert shouted.

"He is the greatest genius of mankind's history, you are committing crimes." A scientist in the field of aviation loudly retorted.

"Sorry, sir, we are just committing crimes. He is a great genius of mankind, but it is also the greatest disaster in the United States." The president said with a plain face, and signaled to invite him out.

"Now, you just need to tell me the best implementation of the God of Death."

In the White House conference room, after only a moment of quietness, it became noisy again.

...

Time passes slowly, and a night passes.

For the whole world, it was a sleepless night, but for Zhang Zhai, it was just a sleepless night.

The next day, early morning.

In the lounge on the top floor of Zhaicheng Space Center, Zhang Zhai woke up naturally under the influence of the biological clock.

When Zhang Zhai opened his eyes, the sound of a1 sounded in Zhang Zhai's ears.

"Father, Chief Xie requested to access the holographic call, do you agree?"

“Get in.”

Zhang Zhai rubbed his forehead and instantly turned over from the bed and sat up, looking at the holographic image of Chief Xie who was gradually emerging in front of him.

"Why, you guy doesn't seem to have a good rest?" Chief Xie smiled on his face.

"I'm fine, but Mr. Xie, your face seems to be even worse." Zhang Zhai shook his head and woke up completely.

"Mr. Xie, you didn't sleep all night, did you?" Zhang Zhai asked with a smile.

"Sleep? How do you let me sleep? You kid are fine. You just left the words and left. But I want to help you as a lecture overnight," Chief Xie laughed and scolded angrily.

Zhang Zhai smiled and did not respond, but asked directly, "Old Xie, what's above means..."

"In principle, you agree to land on the moon yourself, but you must ensure your safety." When it comes to serious matters, Chief Xie restrained his smile and said seriously and solemnly.

Zhang Zhai was relieved when he heard this. Although even if the superiors disagreed, it would not affect him, but at least he avoided some embarrassment.

"I will." Zhang Zhai did not repeat the previous guarantee too much, but just nodded.

"In addition, the elder asked me to tell you that you should put your safety first. Even if the manned moon landing plan fails, you must first ensure your safety." Chief Xie said solemnly.

"And, when you land on the moon, he will come to the scene to see you off in person."

"Come in person?" Zhang Zhai was a little surprised, but not too unexpected.

"That's right, come in person." Chief Xie pointed and affirmed again.

Zhang Zhai nodded, said nothing more, and was not surprised. After all, it was not the first time he met.

Afterwards, Zhang Zhai and Chief Xie chatted for a few casually, and then ended the call.

Zhang Zhai withdrew his gaze toward the holographic screen and turned toward the window. At this moment, the sun had jumped out of the horizon, and the scattered sunlight shone brightly under the reflection of the desert sand and stones in the distance.

Half of the window had been opened at some point, and a gust of gentle breeze blew on Zhang Zhai's face, making him feel more awake.

Zhang Zhai withdrew his gaze, got up and came from the bed to the desk beside the bed.

When he had just sat down, the sound of a1 sounded again at the right time.

"Father, at around 3 a.m. last night in the capital time, the US President restarted the God of Death Plan. It will cause some harm to you. Will measures be taken?"

"Because of the manned moon landing plan?"

"Yes, they think it's an opportunity." a1 replied.

Zhang Zhai smiled when he heard this. With a1 in there, all behaviors in the United States are transparent.

"How do they plan to kill me?"

"There are any related recordings, do you need to call out to play?"

“Convert to text display.”

"Okay, father."

The moment ai finished speaking, a document popped up on the holographic screen.

Zhang Zhai glanced at him, browsed the document, and was very happy.

"Use missiles to attack when the anti-gravity spacecraft is still in the atmosphere?"

"Yes, father, that's what the United States will take." a1 said.

"If the US attempts to launch missiles, I hope the missile explodes over their heads."

"Okay, father."

In the world where super artificial intelligence exists, only the United States itself thinks that the weapon system is still in the hands of the United States.

"Wait, forget it." Zhang Zhai thought for a moment, "Give them a warning to them not to do extra things."

"Okay, father."
Chapter completed!