"Is this the prototype you planned?" Wang Ning asked.
"Yes, I immediately went to seek ways to fly seventy million kilometers away, so the first stop was the eighth institution." Zhao Bowen nodded, "During this period, the information Yangyang provided was very useful, allowing us to have a vague understanding and estimate of the impact of Black Moon. After a long discussion internally, no one could confirm what kind of impact Black Moon would have on spacecraft in Earth's orbit. We had to prepare for the worst, fearing that the arrival of Black Moon would destroy all spacecraft in near-Earth orbit, synchronous orbit, and even Moon orbit... So we made a crazy plan."
Zhao Bowen "slap!" slapped the pen onto the coffee table.
"Let it fly to four hundred million kilometers away." At this moment, Old Zhao was bold and resolute, "To Mars!"
Old Bai, Old Wang, and Bai Yang were all stunned.
"Awesome...awesome." Wang Ning said.
