National destiny survival: I am weak and rely on luck to fly

As soon as Cyril Corey finished speaking, Ren Linhe shook his head without hesitation. His eyes were firm and calm, as if he had already expected the other party to make such a request.

"1000 interstellar passes per person." His voice was clear and powerful, leaving no room for negotiation.

Cyril Corey didn't react for a moment, his brows knitted, and he asked in confusion: "What?"

Ren Linhe did not answer directly. Instead, he raised his chin slightly and pointed at the group of survivors who were knocked unconscious by the toxin and piled up like a hill.

He repeated his conditions: "1000 interstellar passes per person. This is the price to redeem them."

Cyril Corey's shock was beyond words, he could hardly believe his ears.

His voice became sharp due to anger and disbelief: "Are you crazy? 1000 interstellar passes per person, do you know how much that is? This is simply extortion!"

Ren Linhe's eyes were as cold as ice, and his expression remained calm in the face of Cyril Corey's anger.

"This is not blackmail, this is a deal." Ren Linhe's voice was calm and firm, and every word was clear and powerful. "We don't need to beat around the bush here. The facts are in front of us. Your people are now under our control. You can choose to accept our conditions or refuse. But I have to remind you that these interstellar passes are the only condition for us to release your people."

Cyril Corey felt unprecedented pressure in the face of Ren Linhe's uncompromising attitude.

He clearly realized that Ren Linhe was not bluffing.

He knew very well that if he could not redeem these survivors, the Bald Eagle Nation would not only lose human resources but would also suffer a heavy blow.

These people were carefully selected from the top 10,000 on the list, and the elites were the companions he personally led into the Amena Research Institute.

If he gave up on them just to save these tens of thousands of interstellar passes, he would not only lose the support of the people, but would also cause immeasurable damage to his leadership position.

Cyril Corey's heart is full of contradictions and struggles. He must find a decision that can preserve his reputation and minimize losses.

Cyril Corey took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. His voice remained steady and rational as he made a new suggestion to Ren Linhe.

"Major General Ren, can we reach a compromise?" He spoke slowly, trying to find a balance point that both sides can accept in this negotiation. "100 interstellar passes per person, this is the maximum I can offer."

He knew that this number was already quite impressive, but it was still far from what Ren Linhe required.

Cyril Corey continued with a hint of helplessness in his tone: "You also know that Interstellar Passes are not a resource that can be easily obtained. 100 passes per person is the greatest sincerity within my ability."

Cyril Corey knew very well that there were 56 elites following him into the institute this time. If he followed Ren Linhe's request, the number of interstellar passes he would need to pay would reach , which was a number he could not afford.

But he couldn't just watch his teammates get abandoned (crossed out), but he also couldn't just sit back and let the audience in the live broadcast room witness him giving up on his teammates.

After careful consideration, he proposed this number, which he thought was relatively reasonable, hoping to reduce some losses through negotiations while also ensuring the safety of his teammates.

Cyril Corey's eyes were fixed on Ren Linhe, and his heart was filled with nervousness and anticipation for the other party's response.

Faced with Cyrilko's proposal, a trace of disdain flashed in Xiao Feifei's eyes.

She wasn’t buying what Cyril Corey was saying.

As the representative of the Bald Eagle Nation, she was familiar with the distribution and collection process of interstellar passes, and she didn't believe that Cyril Corey would not be able to come up with enough passes.

Xiao Feifei put the Seven Star Sword in her space backpack. A scornful smile appeared on her lips, and her tone was full of obvious sarcasm. "All these people under you are the best on the leaderboard. Each of them has earned no less than 1000 interstellar passes. Now I am just using 1000 interstellar passes to exchange for their lives."

Recalling Cyril Corey's aggressive look before, it seemed that he would not give up until he achieved his goal.

Xiao Feifei hoped that he could return to his previous rebellious attitude instead of bargaining here.

"But I believe you can come up with hundreds of thousands of interstellar passes." Xiao Feifei continued with unquestionable determination, "Of course, you can also choose to give up these people, or meet our conditions. The choice is yours, Cyrilko."

Cyril Corey's heart was beating like a drum. He had to admit that Xiao Feifei's words hit the nail on the head. He did have the ability to provide 1000 interstellar passes to each person.

But he lost the top spot on the contribution list because he failed to be the first to find the original virus, which has made him fall out of favor with the president.

If he now had to pay for more than 50,000 interstellar passes, it would undoubtedly be adding insult to injury, and he could imagine how the president's anger would pour down.

Although, this person is his biological father!

But these are spaceship tickets for 56,000 people! !

Cyril Corey muttered to himself that this was not just a number, but also a big gamble for his country's survival.

Every interstellar pass carries the hope and life of the people of the Bald Eagle Country.

Faced with this difficult decision, his heart was full of contradictions and struggles: on the one hand, he had to consider whether to use these precious resources to redeem his teammates; on the other hand, he also had to consider that if he gave up these interstellar passes, he would risk losing his teammates, and the loss of these passes would also have a certain impact on his reputation in the hearts of the Bald Eagle people.

Fine beads of sweat oozed out of Cyril Corey's forehead, and he rubbed his fingers unconsciously, which was his habitual action when he was nervous.

And now Cyril Corey's live broadcast room is exactly as he imagined. The atmosphere in the room is like a boiling oil pan and the emotions of the audience have also reached a boiling point.

The barrage of comments on the screen were like dense raindrops, one after another, almost covering the entire live broadcast screen.

(Fuck! Cyril Corey, what the hell are you doing??)

(Why are you a leader if you can't even beat a woman??)

(A team of more than 50 people couldn't even deal with a vine. How shameful!!!)

(Oh my god, now you want us to pay for your incompetence? Compensate us with a Star Pass? Are you kidding me? Fuck!)

(Is this our leader? If he can’t even complete the most basic tasks, how can he lead everyone to victory?)

(Cyril Corey, you have let us down so badly!! We need a strong man, not a coward who can’t even face a fight!!)

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