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Yancheng, military headquarters.
A short old man in a coat put down the satellite phone in his hands and looked at the Global Vehicle Leaderboard before him, his expression dazed.
After sitting in the command center and staring blankly for a long time,
he couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle to himself.
"I'm too old, in the end, it's still up to the younger generation to take over the world."
Then he picked up a comb from the table and carefully combed what little hair he had left, suddenly breaking into laughter.
"But I must say, it's quite good to have such characters during these chaotic times."
"The human race really is lucky, every time there's chaos, someone stands up."
He had already discussed with those above.
And had reported the opinion of the argumentative old man to them as well.
The answer from above was simple.
Every man for himself, protect the younglings.