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Underground shelter, large conference room.

The lights are bright and the atmosphere is depressing.

"Our equipment can carry the daily life of 500,000 people in total."

"Your relatives, the workers who keep the equipment running, and the armies of all parties, all add up to about 486,000 people..."

"Your Highness, are you listening?"

Zhang Ran suddenly woke up from a dozing state.

A group of men and women in suits and leather shoes are discussing something fiercely at the round table.

Words like "five thousand people" and "six thousand people" shot out of their mouths, as if they were dividing up the population.

What's the matter... passed through? !

One of the middle-aged men in a suit and tie stood beside Zhang Ran: "Your Highness, please take a look at this population transfer plan."

"Please sign your name on the second, eighteenth, and last page."

The middle-aged man tapped the table lightly and said in a low voice: "Your Highness, you also know that our little universe can only take so many people, otherwise..."

"Everyone has to die!"

Zhang Ran was dumbfounded.

This was the first thing he encountered after crossing the border: a group of high-level cabinet members with different plans were forcing him to sign an inexplicable executive order.

When I first heard the word "His Royal Highness", there was still a little bit of joy in my heart, that I actually went to an unknown dynasty and became the crown prince!

The dream of glory and wealth and three thousand beauties in the harem seemed to be realized in an instant.

But he soon realized that this was a modern constitutional monarchy.

The power of the royal family has been emptied. The emperor's greatest value is to sit in front of the TV and be a mascot.

For various resolutions, as long as you sign your name, you have no right to object at all.

No, not right.

Now is the end times!

King power can unite people's hearts, so the royal family regained a little bit of power.

Analyzing the information in his mind, Zhang Ran swallowed, lowered his head, and looked at the text on the document.

"Emergency Evacuation Plans under Extreme Natural Disasters".

The amount of text in this file is extremely large. It is densely packed with over a hundred pages and over 100,000 words. The content is complex.

Briefly summarize the content of it: the "big tear disaster" has occurred in the universe, and human civilization is at stake!

Driven by dark energy, the universe continues to expand, making the "cosmic film" on its surface extremely fragile.

And large-mass celestial bodies are equivalent to the force points on the 'cosmic membrane'.

When the universe expands to a certain extent and cannot support these points of force, the "cosmic membrane" will be broken, causing these massive celestial bodies to fall into the high-vice point.

The singularity is also the point at which spacetime is infinitely curved, where the Big Bang began.

Because of this, the sun suddenly "disappeared" ten years ago!

Due to the loss of light, the earth has fallen into an extremely cold winter, and the remaining population can only hide in underground shelters, relying on the geothermal heat of the planet itself to survive.

However, according to the high-dimensional membrane theory, even the earth is not absolutely safe. The mass of the earth is too large, and there is still the possibility of causing space tearing.

Therefore, in the past ten years, the remaining 40 million people have worked hard to build a large-scale spacecraft.

Only by escaping from the earth is there a possibility of safety.

But here comes the problem, technology is too bad!

Humans live in the world and need to eat, drink, and consume resources. At present, the equipment in the small universe can only accommodate the lives of 500,000 people at most, which is already the limit.

And the current total population on earth is - 45.06 million.

It is equivalent to one person out of ninety people!

Therefore, all forces are competing for the number of people who can survive in this meeting!

The crown prince of the Daxia Kingdom, as long as he is in charge of the final signature and the announcement of the quota.

Prime Minister Jia Yiwei, who was standing in front of Zhang Ran, said in a low voice, "Your Highness, you must be ruthless and sign this agreement!"

"This resolution cannot be made public to the public, otherwise it will lead to riots, and it can only be done in secret. This is also the main reason why we hold a secret meeting."

"We have already discussed the composition of the surviving population. You will be the first to enter the spaceship, and the royal family will retain a share of the population of 5,000, which is quite a lot."

"Hurry up and sign your name."

The camera was aimed at Zhang Ran, and everyone focused their attention on him.

The signature pen in Zhang Ran's hand hesitated, and his head turned sharply.

An innate instinct made him feel that something was wrong!

Very wrong!

Things are not as simple as imagined.

There were only more than thirty people in the conference room, but all of them were bigwigs from all over the world, either from chaebols or warlords, and no one had a simple identity.

They have different expressions, some are indifferent, some are nervous.

Wait, what is that!

Gun!

The gray-haired old man was shaking his legs slightly while holding down the pistol in his pocket!

He actually brought a firearm to this meeting!

At the same time, the blond woman next to her also put a hand into her bag to guard against the old man next to her.

What kind of meeting is this... a Gotham City secret meeting?

Zhang Ran lowered his head, UU read www. uukanshu.com Cold sweat permeated from his forehead, pretending to read carefully, and at the same time glanced at everyone in the room from the corner of his eyes.

Even Prime Minister Jia Yiwei, who was standing beside him, tightly covered a certain position with one hand.

There, there is a gun hidden.

Yes, this is a grand banquet.

Humans are not monolithic.

The cake is limited. The more you take, the less I take.

This is a life-and-death struggle!

The royal family has become the biggest soft persimmon on the scene.

Because the spiritual leader of the royal family, the old emperor, died of illness last month.

The Crown Prince of the Great Xia Kingdom, a playful young man who just turned 18 years old, doesn't understand anything, and has a hint of innocence. He was compelled to attend this meeting because he thought about which girl was a good-looking idiot a moment ago.

If the crown prince is not a fish, who will be a fish?

The royal family was supposed to have 50,000 living places, but now it has been compressed into 5,000!

Then, Zhang Ran, an even more unlucky hapless bastard, crossed over to this idiot.

"I'll broadcast it again below. The specific quotas you have discussed." Zhang Ran picked up the plan, his voice trembling and sweat dripping down.

He turned around in a hurry, but couldn't think of a good solution.

"Barriba Consortium, 86,000 people... Is there any objection?"

After hearing this number, one of the thin middle-aged men clapped his hands vigorously.

There was a lot of discussion in the conference room, 86,000 people, it was too much.

The original estimate was only 74,000.

The reason for the increase in the number of places is because a large piece of meat was bitten from the royal family.