Chapter 429

Asta in the main control cabin suddenly felt a chill sprout from her heels, traveling up her spine, straight to the top of her head, and sighed uncontrollably.

She stared at the stunned crowd on the screen and couldn't help but shake her head:

"Even if you know the answer in advance, listening to this message feels very strange."

"But even if the Foundation revealed the answer in advance, we don't know what exactly happened, only that an unprecedented disaster has arrived."

Arlan stood on the side and nodded slightly.

In the office.

"... The automatic emergency broadcast has been activated?"

"No, are you sure that is the 'automatic emergency broadcast'?"

The Site-81 site director suddenly raised his head and asked seriously, adding emphasis to the words "automatic emergency broadcast".

The young staff member gave a positive reply:

"Yes, this is a recording."

While speaking, he took out the recorded tape and started playing it in front of the director, without interruption.

The audio was very complete, without traces of editing.

"Knock! Knock! Knock!"

The site director's brows furrowed, a cloud covered his forehead, and his right index finger kept tapping on the table.

"Okay, I understand."

"I will take full charge of this matter, and you will no longer be responsible; you can go back now."

The young man was stunned for a moment; the manual didn't say what to do next, but his mouth said uncontrollably:

"Then I'm leaving?"

"One more thing." The director looked at him extremely seriously, "Keep this matter confidential, including your colleagues; official documents will be issued later... however, I think you also know what D-class personnel are."

"Understood, understood." The young man didn't hesitate anymore, and immediately greased his feet and ran away.

"Heh."

Director "060" watched the young man flee in a panic and let out a sneer of unknown meaning.

But this smile faded away, and his expression immediately became serious and gloomy.

"Automatic emergency broadcast activated... the problem is huge."

"Automatic emergency broadcast", this is the last line of defense for all sites of the Foundation.

Its role is only one:

When the most extreme situation—the staff of the entire site are killed quickly, without even having time to sound the alarm—occurs.

Other sites can also receive early warnings and make corresponding deployments in time.

Whether it is to prepare for the end of the world or to organize troops to suppress the anomaly.

Therefore, the existence of the "automatic emergency broadcast" is itself a secret.

People without a certain authority and level would not know of its existence at all.

Let alone forging an automatic emergency broadcast to watch the Foundation's fun, or playing an April Fool's joke.

But there is a problem:

So far, it seems... only Site-81 has received the broadcast.

Other sites have no reaction at all—

Neither confirming the status of Site-81 through emergency procedures,

Nor sending a letter to ask if Site-81 has noticed any abnormal phenomena.

This is very abnormal.

The director's thoughts flashed, and he looked at the tape recorder in front of him cautiously.

It was still tireless, repeating the same words over and over again.

He had too many questions in his heart, and after pondering for a few seconds, he made a decision:

"Help me connect to the O5."

"I am the site director of Site-81; just now, we received an 'automatic emergency broadcast'..."

After such a conversation, the audience had a preliminary understanding of the "automatic emergency broadcast".

It should be some kind of timed response system—

As long as no returned information is received within a period of time, the corresponding emergency mechanism will be activated.

Such systems are also very common in the galaxy.

For example, the deterrence system bound to the heartbeat of the Sword Holder, its program is set as:

As long as the Sword Holder's heart stops beating, the deterrence system will automatically activate, broadcasting the relative coordinates of the two star systems to the entire universe to ensure mutual destruction.

For example, some former space civilizations, their leaders also use the same system.

To ensure that when a nuclear war begins, the entire group will ascend to the immortal world together.

"In this increasingly cold universe, I finally saw a system whose purpose is not to ensure mutual destruction, tears."

"Is there a possibility that some anomalies cannot be destroyed by the Foundation."

"The Foundation's insurance measures are really well set up; this way, even if an unpredictable disaster occurs, other sites can be prepared to respond, or prepare to wait for death..."

"Are you looking for 'The Stars Do Not Wait'?"

"Don't mess around, the Foundation's opponents are at least supreme divinities... change to any other civilization, let alone confronting supreme divinities, it would be a miracle to persist for a few years in front of an Aeon."

Then, the screen switched, and what appeared on the screen was a conference room.

"... The above is the summary of the premise of this mission."

In front of the whiteboard stood a middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes, with a strong body and deep features, even somewhat fierce.

He was wearing camouflage combat uniforms, with a badge hanging on his chest, highlighting his identity—

Named Juno, a Level 4 Foundation agent.

His armband had a special logo, like five arrows shot at the bullseye, or five thunderbolts falling from the sky.

This logo represents—Mobile Task Force Epsilon-13 "Manifest Destiny".

He is the leader of this team.

"The transmission source has been locked—in a cemetery that has been abandoned for a long time."

"There are two reasons why we are being mobilized:"

"First, that cemetery belongs to an unknown area, and we 'Manifest Destiny' are mainly responsible for exploring these places;"

"Second, the site that discovered the abnormality is Site-81, our old nest."

"Besides that, is there anything else to ask?"

Captain Juno turned around, supported his hands on the table, and looked at the team members.

In front of the large conference table, only three people were sitting sparsely.

Devonshire,