Our great nation of China traverses the multiverse.

The flames had just risen, like a battle robe, rising around him.

This was a middle-aged FBI agent; he looked at him with fear in his eyes.

He didn't know what he was afraid of.

Even with flames engulfing his body, the Asian man in front of him who had set himself on fire was still clearly visible to him.

What kind of face is that?

There was no pain, no ferocity, only peace.

The scorching temperature and burning pain did not cause him to utter a single scream; he simply held the iron bucket and kept pouring gasoline onto the ground.

The fire was raging.

Where the gasoline was poured, flames roared up.

The smell of burning filled the entire street.

"Hahaha, my mission is complete, complete!"

Chen calmly looked at the raging fire around him, then turned to look at the middle-aged FBI agent who was stunned and only a few steps away from him.

"Come with me!"

The last bit of gasoline in the iron drum suddenly spilled out.

With a carefree smile, Chen suddenly lunged at the middle-aged man.

"Ahhh-"

A painful scream rang out.

Everything happened in an instant.

The FBI team snapped out of their daze, watching their leader cry out in pain, his hand holding the gun trembling uncontrollably with terror.

"Quickly put out the fire!"

"Mike, save Mike!"

The flames have concealed all traces. Chen, his mission is complete…

Chapter 310 High-Speed ​​Intruder

The Avatar world, Earth, a great Eastern nation.

Beneath the mountains in the hinterland of Southwest China,

Old Chen walked heavily into the laboratory.

"Mr. Chen, what's wrong?"

Tang Mo gave a few instructions and quickly came over.

"This is information that our comrades risked their lives to obtain. It contains high-energy weapons and near-light-speed spaceships. Take a good look."

Old Chen's tone was somewhat heavy.

He didn't say much, but simply handed a stack of documents heavily to Tang Mo.

"material?"

Tang Mo was excited, his hands trembling as he took the document and quickly opened it to browse through it carefully.

His eyes were wide open, scrutinizing every single word in the document.

"This, this is crucial!"

Tang Mo looked up, excitedly saying:

"The data on here is exactly what we need."

"With this, we can instantly close the gap of a century with them!"

"Go!"

Old Chen didn't say much; he didn't want to put too much pressure on the other party.

Although Old Chen didn't say it, Tang Mo knew it too.

The sacrifices involved in obtaining this document from the United States.

Tang Mo clenched his fists tightly, looked up and stared into Old Chen's eyes, his voice hoarse as he said:

"Don't worry, Mr. Chen, we will not let our comrade's efforts go to waste!"

"Okay, let's go!"

Old Chen waved his hand gently.

After bidding farewell to Tang Mo, Old Chen slowly strolled away.

After leaving the base by underground railcar and arriving in a nearby city, Old Chen sighed heavily as he watched the militia training in the open fields.

The border is closed.

The threat of war looms over everyone at all times.

Every so often there are deep-dug civil defense works and radiation protection caves.

Everything seemed to have returned to the turbulent years of the mid-20th century.

Our predecessors also worked hard and persevered.

"Soon, soon, in another ten years or so, we'll be back, and then..."

Old Chen slowly closed his eyes, his murmured words stopped, and after a long, long time, he sighed deeply.

"Unfortunately, I won't be able to see it then, I won't be able to see it!"

"Mr. Chen, I..."

Old Chen paused for a while. In the distance, a burly man walked up to him, tears welling in his eyes, and said in a rough voice:

"We've confirmed it. Xiao Chen sacrificed himself. To cover up his scent and prevent the enemy from finding him with their latest scent tracking device, he... committed suicide by self-immolation."

"Damn it, I'll kill these bastards sooner or later!"

"...Little Chen is a good man, he's been in the US from the north for so many years..."

Old Chen had only a hint of sadness in his eyes as he thought of the young man he had once met.

"Seven years."

The burly man clenched his fists, his eyes filled with nothing but anger.

"Seven years have passed. Perhaps in another two seven-year periods, our opportunity will come."

Old Chen walked slowly to the man, raised his somewhat withered hand, and patted his shoulder heavily.

As I walked past him, Old Chen's faint voice echoed in the air:

"By then, I won't be around anymore. You'd better avenge me."

"I will!"

The man didn't say much, pinched his nose, and immediately changed the subject:

"In the next few years, the enemy's spaceship on Pandora will be returning to Earth. Our comrades in hiding are preparing to collect some samples of superconducting ore for research."

"Superconducting ore, it's necessary, make them be careful."

Old Chen nodded one last time before leaving.

He still has a lot of work to do.

He was responsible for the overall planning and coordination of all the research and development bases.

After taking one last look at the children who were practicing target shooting with their militia parents on the grass, Old Chen smiled slightly.

He understood it a long time ago.

Why did our ancestors at the end of the 20th century work so hard, suffering the hardships of three generations in one generation?

Perhaps their wish is very simple.

Perhaps they simply hope that their children will be able to live carefree lives in the future.

"if……"

If the West hadn't kept pressing them, and had simply given them space to survive, why would they have resisted so much?

However, the other party has no intention of giving them a chance.

I don't even want to look at them.

So now, they're not just fighting for pride, but for everyone!

but,

Where is the hope?

Perhaps the next fourteen years will be the way out.

……