Annihilation of the solar system

He Zhengping skillfully performed repetitive tasks on the assembly line, and that series of actions has now become his muscle memory. When completing the entire work process, he did not use his brain and eyes at all, and could complete it smoothly only by touch.

He would glance at the wall clock on the wall every once in a while. As 10:00 approached, he looked at the wall clock more frequently. He was almost staring at the wall clock, occasionally glancing at the work in his hands.

Because the task he received was to stand up from his position at 10 o'clock today. Then he stood there for a minute, and at the same time recorded the workstations of the workers who also stood up in the same workshop as him. Finally, left

Just go and stand by the factory road outside the workshop.

Although this task is very simple, it will violate some labor disciplines. However, He Zhengping has already thought of a countermeasure. He will get up at 10:00 and pretend to move his waist and neck. Then he will sneak out of the workshop in the name of using the toilet.

In a circle, this is the most common excuse for many workers who want to smoke.

Finally, the mission did not specify how long he needed to stay outside the factory, so he only had to go for a walk to complete the mission. In this way, he could continue to enjoy the extra rations without doing anything inappropriate.

, violating the crisis law.

Under He Zhengping's gaze, the second hand kept scanning the 12 mark. Just when he was about to stand up casually and start his own abacus, less than half of the workers in the long workshop stood up. They all stood up.

They are very young, some of them have flashing eyes as if they are hiding something, and some of them are scanning the surroundings sharply.

He Zhengping was shocked. He suddenly understood why this task required him to record the conditions of the workers around him. He stood up quickly, as if he was afraid of missing something. The old workers at the work station below looked at the workshop with puzzled faces.

The worker who stood up inexplicably:

"Xiao He, you...what are you doing?"

He Zhengping had prepared a speech, but under the radar-like gazes of the other workers who stood up, he was very nervous and hesitated to speak. The production line quickly came to a standstill because of the workers who stood up, and the machines roared.

Also stopped.

Just as the workshop director walked from the office to the workshop with a red face, the workers who stood up began to walk out of the workshop. The other workers also followed out with confused faces.

He Zhengping followed the flow of people outside the workshop, and his heart was now full of panic. He suddenly felt the power and omnipotence of the 'union'. His little calculations were like children's tricks under the overall mobilization of the union, and

Now he didn't know whether he should go back to the workshop or go outside. He could only go with the flow. When he arrived at a scene outside the workshop, he felt even more scared.

In this huge factory area that is as big as tofu blocks, all the workshop workers as far as the eye can see are walking towards the road. This kind of scene can only be seen during the changing of the guard, and now it is just after ten o'clock in the morning. There are many scattered on the ground.

He Zhengping glanced at the paper.

Printed on the paper were the photos of the underground shelter that had been posted in the trade union chat room a few days ago. These photos were quickly passed around among the workers and immediately caused quite a stir.

"What are you doing! Do you know how much damage this will cause!" The workshop director rushed out and roared at the workers.

A young worker threw a pile of crumpled paper to him and said lightly:

"We just want to know, why do we work day and night without pay? Is it so that you, the factory director, or someone higher up can hide in here and let us fight alien creatures outside?"

The workshop director picked up the scattered papers and was speechless as he looked at the pictures and instructive text on them. The grid-like criss-crossing roads of the huge industrial factory were quickly filled with workers in blue uniforms.

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Xia Jigang, who was accustomed to sitting in a bright and spacious office at the National Academy of Sciences, found it difficult to adapt to the closed and narrow underground office of the 813 Project. What was worse than the office environment was his mood.

He made a bold political speculation, hoping to get closer to the inner circle and at the same time allow himself and his family to hide in a safer place during the doomsday war.

But what he didn't expect was that the plan that the central leadership had renamed from "813 Underground Shelter" to "813 Underground Alternate Command Base" was sitting in front of his desk. Not only did it not bring him closer to the core circle, the situation in front of him seemed

It was counterproductive.

"Mr. Xia! Something happened...outside..." His secretary hurried into the office without even knocking on the door.

Xia Jigang was already in a depressed mood, and his face darkened:

"What are you doing in such a hurry! What's going on!"

"The project materials can't come in, and the project has been stopped." The secretary reported carefully.

"What!" Xia Jigang shouted.

The secretary avoided Xia Jigang's eyes and said:

"You'd better go out and see for yourself."

Xia Jigang came to the main exit of Road 813 Project and was surprised by the sight in front of him. Dozens of construction vehicles were already blocked on the winding road surrounded by mountains and rivers. People wearing blue overalls could be seen in front and behind these vehicles.

workers. However, they did not seem to have any conflict with the military truck drivers. Many drivers in military uniforms even got out of the car and chatted with the workers.

Most of the people in the circle in front of me are people wearing the same blue work clothes. They are very loosely surrounded. People can enter and exit freely, but engineering vehicles cannot. The head of the Construction Corps is arguing with several of them about something.

.Xia Jigang strode forward:

"What are you doing? Who organized you to do this? Do you know that this is a military secret project? Do you know the consequences of doing this?" Xia Jigang's roaring voice silenced the originally noisy crowd.

"You are Commander-in-Chief Xia Jigang, right? I am a worker at the Guangling County Stamping Parts Factory." One of the workers in his early thirties said calmly.

Xia Jigang was surprised when the other party said his name and position easily. However, his sophisticated political skills made him very good at hiding his emotions. Xia Jigang pointed at the workers and said to the secretary:

"Notify his factory and the government management department. He broke into the military restricted area and blatantly disrupted the normal production order. He will be dealt with severely, severely, quickly and seriously!"

"I don't think it's necessary, Mr. Xia. Now the entire Guangling County, and even the entire industrial factory in Shancheng City has stopped production. There are also workers and brothers in many cities across the country who are supporting us. They all want to know the end of the construction here.

What is it?" The worker spoke out his demands slowly.

Xia Jigang looked at the secretary next to him with a surprised look on his face. The secretary nodded slightly to him. He turned to the head of the Construction Corps:

"Colonel, order the troops to disperse the crowd and ensure the normal progress of the project!" Xia Jigang's voice was loud. He originally thought that as soon as he said this, the workers would riot, and even storm the restricted area in anger. But in fact, although the workers stood still

It was loose, but seemed to have a very firm organization. When Xia Jigang gave the order, they almost didn't move.

The colonel's face twitched slightly, and after a while he said:

"Mr. Xia, the task I received is to fully cooperate with you and the Academy of Sciences team to complete the construction task. Besides, these workers did not enter the restricted area."

Xia Jigang stared at the colonel with almost gritted teeth:

"But they maliciously blocked the material channels and seriously affected normal production. I ask you to immediately remove the obstacles that affect the construction!"

The colonel looked at the blushing Xia Ji with a complicated expression for a while, then stood at attention and said loudly:

"Our regiment is assembled here under the order of the division headquarters to cooperate in completing the construction operations of Project 813 and ensure the safety of the base. I have no authority to perform tasks other than those ordered."

A staff officer next to the colonel said with a bit of levity:

"Moreover, Mr. Xia, we also want to know what the purpose of this project we are going to build is. Now our enemies are not among humans. There is no need to keep it secret." The colonel turned around and glared at him:

"You go inside and don't mess around here."

Xia Jigang was fuming but had no choice but to stand there trembling all over with a blush on his face. He did not expect that half of his political experience and skills would be completely useless in front of a worker in his early thirties. In the end, he forced himself to hold himself up.

He said with a domineering aura:

"I have no right to reveal the purpose of the project to you!"

The worker looked relaxed and said with a smile:

"Haha, Mr. Xia. Of course you can ask for instructions slowly. We will stay here with you and wait for the result. It will get dark soon, and it should be in that direction."

The worker pointed to a location in the sky.

"Just with the help of your binoculars, I can let you see what the real enemies on the transfer track look like now."