Base 107, such a plain and unassuming name.
The People of Ming have always been understated and reserved in their actions, unlike their flamboyant neighbors.
Base 107 has an independent power supply system and is abundant in electrical resources.
The base is equipped with a miniaturized nuclear reactor and a quantum computer.
The "captured" security guard calmly stated that as long as they know how to use them, these devices can be used freely.
Just don't disturb the hibernators.
The underground space of the base is almost filled with hibernation pods like armored cans, densely packed like the grape-drying rooms in Turpan, easily triggering trypophobia at a glance.
Although the reason for these people entering collective hibernation is unknown, Li Mumu and her companions are not interested in gathering intelligence.
Their own problems are already troublesome enough.
"It's still Qingqiu, huh..."
Looking at the logo displayed on the big screen, Wen Ya couldn't help but sigh.
