"Both ends dead, might as well use another Wormhole, at least the death is worth something."
"We need about 300 days for the mining and round trip."
"But if the leader of the 239 war zone doesn't report during this period, his crime changes from 'dereliction of duty' to 'concealing major errors' and even 'collaborating with outsiders to steal civilization resources'. "
"If the former might not be fatal, just temporary suspension, or a hopeless promotion."
"The latter two are certain death."
"As long as he doesn't report within the year, he has to clean up his mess, bite the bullet and clean it up, or he dies."
"And I won't use other Wormhole coordinates after this, will hide and live peacefully..."
"Everyone will be safe and sound."
"..."
Chen Mang didn't reply, just silently poured himself another cup of tea. For some reason, he could empathize with the leader of the 239 war zone, it was truly as disgusting as swallowing a cockroach alive.
This wasn't any more disgusting.
