Chapter 803

At 22:20 on the night of January 17, a Ford business station wagon drove into the courtyard of the president of Zach industrial group in a panic. The face recognition system at the gate of the courtyard recognized the appearance of the visitor, so the attack weapons in the whole yard did not start.

Now no one stands guard for the rich. All the servants and housekeepers have gone home to reunite with their families. There are only a few company directors waiting outside his bedroom in Zuckerberg's official residence.

The last person to arrive was Zuckerberg's private lawyer, Fred harden.

He is a Canadian. Although there is no difference in nationality, he still uses the place names used in the pre earth era. Vancouver, where he lives, is not far from the seat of Seattle, the president's residence of Zack Vision Group. Therefore, when standing on the balcony of his home and holding his daughter, he saw Hao Zhi's spacecraft cross the sky and enter the Arctic circle, He began to panic and came here with his daughter.

He is a relatively successful lawyer. In the post colonial era, he lived in the upper class and dealt with some economic lawsuits among different rich people. Although he is still a distance from the real rich, he also has his own good interpersonal circle.

He heard a lot of internal news from some friends. The Mars base was lost and the blood moon people attacked on a large scale. Maybe, just maybe, the remaining escape time is running out.

However, he has no way to escape. Before, he bought the stock of a rubber group industry company to raise funds to build an escape spaceship online. It is said that he can get two valuable seats at the end of the day. Even this share was obtained through several twists and turns through the hands of his friends. Many people don't have this relationship and have no place to spend their money.

He also thought about leaving a seat for his ex-wife, but the woman didn't know where to go. The world was so chaotic that he couldn't contact her.

The two "tickets" he got from his savings for many years suddenly disappeared when the real chaos came. The fundraiser disappeared with a huge amount of money, leaving only a website that can never be displayed, reflecting his equally pale face.

There's only one last way left. Come and beg Zuckerberg. He's so rich. Maybe he can give him some kindness for his years.

When he broke into the hall of Zuckerberg's house, he saw that several important directors of Zuckerberg group were here. They looked dignified and looked at the man who suddenly came in, holding a little blonde girl in his hand.

His suit was wrinkled and his hair was cluttered back. He ran in with his daughter all the way. He was so tired that he sweated on his face and gasped.

"Mr. harden, how did you come here at this time?" one of the directors looked at him puzzled, as if to say that you should know yourself.

"I..." harden was a little at a loss. As a lawyer, he didn't know where to lose his eloquent skills. He just looked at the rich and famous people in embarrassment. "Is Mr. Messiah there?"

"Mr. Zucker is praying..." another fat old man looked at the closed door of Zuckerberg's bedroom with the boss's unhappiness. It could be seen that they were all nervously waiting for Zuckerberg to inform them of the final news of the consortium's escape spacecraft.

Messiah Zuckerberg did say on the board of directors before that he extracted a large amount of money for the construction of ten permanent star escape spacecraft. However, he did not explain the specific location of the escape spacecraft and the list of fugitives. He has always been tight lipped and has not revealed any news so far.

Many shrewd board members have also secretly investigated Zuckerberg's whereabouts and some financial accounts, and they have not been touched by the watertight Messiah.

Now it's time to uncover the cards. Everyone seems very nervous.

Finally, the white haired leader and Zuckerberg pushed open the bedroom door and came out. In front of the people, Zuckerberg leaned down piously and accepted the blessing of the leader. He nodded on Zuckerberg's shoulder and head with a cross and said, God bless you

The Messiah got up and personally sent the leader out. The tottering old man, wearing a black robe, slowly got into his beetle, flashing his lights and left the official residence.

"Everybody, everyone must have been in a hurry?" the Messiah smiled. Harden found that he was still wearing pajamas, as if he was going to go back to the bedroom to sleep.

"Under the ground of my official residence, there is a solid bunker that can withstand the attack of a million tons of equivalent nuclear bomb. There is enough food and water for 300 people to enjoy a year. Of course, I welcome you and your family to hide in the bunker with me..." the Messiah said, like dropping a bomb in a calm crowd, There was an instant commotion.

"What? Bunker? Where's our ship? A ship for escape?" someone asked loudly.

"Gentlemen..." the Messiah motioned for everyone to be quiet. "There has never been any escape ship. What I have built is only a bunker, that's all. It is only used to provide you with protection from military weapons in the doomsday war. As for escape, I don't think it's necessary..."

"What? Are you crazy, Zach?" the old vice chairman of the board of directors came forward shakily. "The blood moon people are about to invade the earth. This is not a hurricane or plague. As long as we hide in it for a year and a half and wait for the wind to pass, we can come out and live again. This is the last disaster, don't you know?"

"Believe me, Mr. President, I know more about the current situation than you..." the Messiah smiled, "So what I'm saying is that we don't need to escape at all. Perhaps you know better than me that the vast universe is equivalent to an endless desert, and the flight ability of the escape spacecraft we build is never enough to escape to the next oasis. The earth is the only water source in front of us. Even if it is about to dry up, we can only live if we stay Entering the universe... Will only accelerate death! "

"Madman! Are you waiting to be killed by the blood moon man? There may be a chance to escape!" a middle-aged man in his forties shouted angrily, "even if you survive, you will only become a slave to the blood moon man after the war!"