"The leader of human civilization, what are you hesitating about, what does this line of text represent? Oh, right, have you chosen which half of the population will leave... Our patience is limited."
Zhang Yuan's gaze was as calm as if he were performing a task he had rehearsed ten million times. The flashing lights in the room had already informed him of the message from outside, causing the corners of his mouth to faintly smile.
"This line of text represents..."
At the moment of contact with the other party, he had already grabbed the Commander from the enemy's side and swung a fierce punch!
The Badit person's eyes widened in shock, never expecting that this timid and incompetent human Commander would actually throw himself forward, relying on his own flesh and blood.
What did he intend to do? Did he really think he could fight machinery with his body?
Then a light "crack" sounded on the glass helmet, and with the heavy blow, the entire figure actually flew away!
