Thriller: I created an alien asylum

"Or find a way to contact them and tell them that the so-called descendants of gods are just weird people who eat people?"

Someone made a suggestion, but it was quickly rejected.

"They won't believe it. After all, that is the energy source for their survival. Even if they have guessed that the descendants of gods are actually monsters that can threaten them, they will not let go easily."

"Besides, it is probably not easy for our people to get close to them. We can't get close from the sky. Why not get close from the ground?"

"The high temperature in that world is a problem. We need to prepare some anti-high temperature equipment."

"Wait, have you forgotten that the other party shot down one of our fighter jets?"

"This is done in public. If we don't give an answer, taxpayers will not be satisfied."

The opinions of the senior officials diverged.

Some people think that they can cooperate with those cities with a friendly attitude. After all, those cities have strong scientific and technological power.

Even if it is not for those weird things, just for these scientific and technological powers, if they can obtain some of these technologies, then their American technology can go a step further.

Some people think that they must fight back. Although they have entered other people's airspace without permission, the other party shot down their fighter planes without saying hello, which is too overbearing and unreasonable.

If they don't fight back, other countries on Blue Star will know about it, and they will probably laugh at the United States' declining strength and weakness.

Both sides insist on their own opinions and argue endlessly.

They are arguing until their faces are red and their necks are thick, and no one can convince the other.

"Enough!"

The leader of the United States covered his forehead with a headache, "If you keep arguing, those weird things will be taken in by the Qie Qi Master, and you haven't argued to a conclusion yet."

He is not unaware of how inefficient their meetings are.

But the "copy" that appeared this time will not wait for them to make a decision slowly before starting.

Others reluctantly stopped arguing.

They absolutely decided to implement plan one first, first find the person in charge of the other party, first explain the species of the descendants of God, if the other party does not give it, then cooperate, they provide food and other support, and the other party provides some advanced technology.

No matter which cooperation is reached, the strength of the United States will be further improved in the international arena and return to the position of the first power.

The opportunity cannot be missed.

They immediately sent a team to the "copy" on a transport plane.

The time in the free land is a little faster than that in the outside world.

After taking in the first weird, Bird A did not continue to the next city.

He stayed in City No. 3 for a while.

Crash!

A white piece of paper fell from the sky.

A child picked up the paper on the ground curiously, with vivid patterns printed on it. Even illiterate people can understand the meaning of the above expression.

"What is this? It's beautiful."

"The painting above is for us to go to Square 11 where only elites can go?"

The child was very curious and wanted to go there to see it very much, but their parents had taught them for many years not to get close to that place, which was a place only elites could enter.

Ordinary people like them were not qualified to enter.

Moreover, the goods in those places were very expensive, and they could not afford any of them. If they accidentally destroyed something, they had no money to compensate.

Therefore, all ordinary people would warn their children not to go near those areas.

They were in the same city, but a clear boundary was drawn between them.

They consciously abided by this rule and did not dare to cross it.

The child looked at the colorful drawing paper in his hand.

He ran to the edge of the square curiously, but did not dare to step in. He only dared to stand outside and look in.

A group of people had gathered in the square. Some of them were familiar faces to the child. They were ordinary people living in the residential buildings in the corner of the city.

He no longer hesitated and stepped into the square.

It was as if he had broken some shackles and stepped on the land that he had never dared to step on.

They all looked up at a giant screen in the square that was playing pictures.

The screen was playing cartoons that were very familiar to the Blue Star people and only children would watch.

Infant faces, Q-version bodies, and animal images.

These little animals laughed and played on the screen, slowly speaking out the concept of freedom.

Do these ordinary people know freedom?

They knew that after all, they had not moved to this city long enough to forget the outside world, and they often received tasks to move minerals outside.

They needed to endure the high temperature and carry various resources back to the city.

They also wanted to end this kind of life as soon as possible, but they placed their hopes on the elites among humans.

If the elites could research how to improve the high temperature outside, they could move out of the city.

They just didn't realize that their current lack of freedom and oppression were caused by certain people.

A simple animated short film.

It ignited their yearning for freedom in their hearts.

"We have been contributing to this city. Although we have no culture, are illiterate, and cannot research technology to improve the high temperature, we have been doing what we can."

"We should enjoy the rights we deserve. We are also urbanites."

"We need refrigeration equipment. We have been working in high temperatures. Why can't we have these?"

"Do children have to repeat our lives all the time?"

"If the environment hadn't been damaged, the outside world wouldn't have become like this, but it's not all our fault. Why should we bear all this?"

Someone shouted in the crowd.

The voices of these people were particularly loud and indignant in the crowd.

In addition to these shouts hidden in the crowd, no one knew who made them.

After watching the short film, those ordinary people looked a little confused.

They seemed to understand something, but also seemed to understand nothing.

However, as some people in the crowd shouted, the expressions on their faces also changed. The confusion slowly disappeared and turned into a firm look.

"Yeah, what are we doing all this for? Isn't it just to survive?"

"For a better future for our children."

"But if we continue like this, will they really have a better future?"

"Repeating the heavy labor, overdrawing our lives to earn a negligible living fee, we are even just tenants in the city, without our own home."

"Living like a slave."

"Are all the efforts we put in really worth only this money?"

They began to think.