I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 1156: Three levels!

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"It depends on whether you want to resurrect Gaia or Gaia civilization." After hearing Jiang Chen's words, Dr. Amos replied.

"Is there a difference?"

"Of course there are, and the difference is very big," Dr. Amos continued to say after Jiang Chen's eyes stopped for a moment, "If it is the former, it can be done theoretically, but it is infinitely difficult." First we have to find the well-preserved Gaia fossils from the ruins, and find a way to extract complete DNA fragments from them, and then we must integrate all the DNA fragments into a complete chromosome, and then merge all the chromosomes into a genome. "

"What about the latter?" Jiang Chen asked.

"The possibility of the latter is basically zero." Dr. Amos said, "The inheritance of civilization is mainly reflected in the accumulation of knowledge and education of the next generation, not the genotype. Let ’s not say whether we can find Fully covered DNA information, even if we have uncovered complete clues from the ruins and successfully synthesized Gaia using the cultivation tank, I bet that it came from more than three billion years ago, it will not be better than our zoo Where are the chimpanzees smart? "

The last sentence of Amos reminded Jiang Chen of a piece of news he had read a long time ago. The news probably said that a child was raised by a wolf since he was a child. Even after being found and brought back to modern society for treatment, he still retains the living habits of beasts, unable to integrate into society and learn human language.

For some reason, Jiang Chen was relieved.

For this ancient civilization that has been dead for more than three billion years, it is better to let it lie quietly in the tomb for future generations to admire.

If one day it opened its eyes, it would be a disaster for human beings.

At this moment, the watch suddenly rang.

Putting up his sleeves, Jiang Chen glanced at the caller displayed on the screen. Seeing that the call was from Aisha, he said to Amos and waited for a while, then walked out of the laboratory while pressing the connect button.

"A plane crashed."

Before it was too late, Aisha said quickly on the phone.

"Airplane?" Suddenly, Jiang Chen frowned slightly and asked subconsciously, "Which plane?"

After only two seconds of silence, Aisha said in a solemn tone.

"... This morning's flight."

......

Wake Island Air Force Base, it was still dark, and the airport was already busy.

The heavily armed Marines lined up to the apron and quickly gathered beside the black hawk helicopter whistling with propellers. On the other side, on the runway of the Air Force Base, two Boeing F-18 "Bumblebees" were launched into the air and galloped toward the Mariana Islands.

The senior officer stationed at the Air Force Base in the command room of Wake Island Air Force Base stood seriously next to the radar image, staring at the radar screen with his eyes, while waiting for the Air Force ’s report while praying silently.

Noisy current sounds, followed by desperate reports.

"This is Worker Bee 1, the target airspace search is completed, and Air Force One could not be found."

"This is Worker Bee 2 ...", Air Force One could not be found. "

The quiet inside the command room is terrible.

All the officers looked at each other, and finally turned their attention to the man standing first.

I saw this man holding the phone in his hand at the moment and stood there silently.

After a long time, he hung up the phone, turned around, and glanced solemnly at the other officers in the command room. He didn't say much, but just briefly dropped two words.

"Round-house."

This is an order from the Pentagon.

At the moment of hearing these two words, the expression on everyone's face was more than doubled, and many people squeezed sweat from their palms, but many people's eyes flashed fighting spirit, even excited.

They know the meaning of this code.

This means that the United States has entered a three-level state, and all troops in the country are in a state of readiness. The Air Force needs to prepare combat equipment within 15 minutes, waiting for the Pentagon ’s next instructions.

Historically, the United States has entered the tertiary state only three times.

The closest time to today is September 11, 2001.

And just a month after 9.11, the United States launched the Afghan war ...

At the same time, Washington.

In a uniquely decorated single-family house, the sky outside is bright.

In a half-length pajamas, Mike Pence with messy hair sat on the sofa, his eyes staring at the news on TV.

"... At 9:20 this morning, the Boeing 747-200B (Air Force One), which was carried by US President Trump, failed to enter the Wake Island Air Control Zone as scheduled after passing the Mariana Islands. After receiving the Pentagon's order, the two destroyers and four anti-submarine frigates docked on Wake Island immediately set off for the target sea area. However, as of now, there is no more information. "

"According to reports reported by our reporters in the new country, the Star Ring Trade has urgently dispatched the air force and rescue ship to the target sea area to assist the US in the search and rescue work."

"At present, the Pentagon and the White House refuse to comment on this matter. A White House official who asked not to be named said that" Air Force One "may have crashed and the cause of the accident is still under investigation ..."

The hand holding the glass turned green due to excessive force, and Mike Pence, holding his breath, only felt his heart beating fast at the moment. He couldn't believe it, they actually put themselves on the throne of the president in this way.

He has n’t even had time to digest it. He signed a secret agreement with a political broker sent by the Morgan consortium yesterday.

At this moment, the phone on the table rang.

Recovering, Mike Burns looked at the table.

The name of the caller ID is John Cunning.

He forgot when he saved the number, but he is no stranger to the name. Whether it's because of the identity of the former Republican senator or because he is now leading the FBI, the largest intelligence agency in North America.

After pressing the on button, Mike Burns held the phone to his ear.

"Hello."

"Hello, Mr. Vice President. Please allow me to make a brief self-introduction. I am John Corning, Director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. I will briefly talk about the current situation-"

"I am watching the news." Mike Pence said softly.

"... Okay, it seems that you already know that our Mr. President has some accidents. I know this news is unbelievable, but things have happened. Our car is already on the road, probably You will arrive at your doorstep within two minutes. Before confirming Mr. President ’s safety, please go to the White House to preside over the overall situation. "

Only half of John Corning ’s words, Mike Pence heard the knock on the door of the living room entrance and the footsteps of his wife going downstairs to open the door.

"It seems that your people have arrived," Mike Pence said softly, trying to make his voice sound more natural, "Can you give me time to change clothes?"

"Sure, but hurry up."

Hang up the phone, Mike Burns leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes.

About half a minute later.

When he opened his eyes again, his turbid pupils could no longer see the previous anxiety and tension, and all that remained was the confidence of the superior and the ecstasy hidden behind the calm.

From now on, he will be the president of this country, and he will lead this country instead of sitting steadily in front of the stage, when a mascot that frequently goes in and out of the public ’s sight but has no power at all.