Chapter 785: Global Sandstorm

NASA ground command center.

The president's roar echoed through the building.

"F*ck!

"A bunch of idiots!

"If you knew there were going to be sandstorms, why did you choose this time to send our colonists there?"

The people in the conference room looked at the angry president, and they stayed dead silent. None of them wanted to be called out.

Especially Director Carson.

He looked down awkwardly.

He didn't expect something like this to happen.

After all, he wasn't God, how could he have expected this to happen.

"Mr. President… We don't have a weather observatory on Mars. I understand what you're feeling right now, but there was no way for us to know what the climate on Mars would be like…"

Director Carson paused for a second and spoke.