Spokespersons knocked over tables and leaped over chairs, all squeezing towards Pence’s podium, making the scene quite comical.
Wei Tianyang walked down the steps to the speaker’s stand, casually sitting on a desk.
"What kind of drugs are you on? Can’t even utter my na?" Wei Tianyang said.
The spokespeople stared at him nervously, all silent, but Wei Tianyang could hear the voices in their heads, weighing options, thinking, speculating.
He ignored them.
"We are facing a threat, ladies and gentlen. This isn’t just talk. Your space agency could use a telescope to look at the universe, or even use your brains to wonder why these Heavenly Falling Objects are already corpses when they fall," Wei Tianyang said.
"What do you want?" Pence mustered up the courage to ask.
Wei Tianyang’s face darkened, and Pence scampered under the podium in fright.
"I am not interested in killing. I hope the whole world, starting today, will abandon the hypocritical concept of ’nations’ and collaborate as humans. The stars above us, they are enemies of humankind, and we must work together to completely master their power to rewrite the fate of death," Wei Tianyang said.
"How do we know you won’t lie?" the Federation Spokesman said.
"The biggest difference between you and ... is that I do not lie," Wei Tianyang said.
"Even if you lie, we can’t do anything about it. You must be thinking that!" a Black spokesman said.
"Tsk ..." Wei Tianyang shook his head.
The Black man hid behind the Federation Spokesman, who then pushed him away.
"I am not asking for your permission," Wei Tianyang said.
"You need a population, Yin Country people are the most plentiful! Go to them!" the Federation Spokesman said.
"If the majority of the dicine People co from Yin Country, then after the research is successful, I will prioritize upgrading them to a new race," Wei Tianyang said.
"You should imdiately stop this kind of experint. It’s against humanity. We know you are also a victim of such an experint; you shouldn’t treat all of humanity the sa way you suffered," an East Continent small country spokesman said.
"It seems you didn’t understand what I just said," Wei Tianyang said.
"The scars of the past will always heal..." the East Continent small country spokesman continued.
Wei Tianyang closed his eyes; he understood. These people had spent too long in the political circle. They couldn’t escape their political thought process. Everything they said and thought was from the standpoint of their country, their political stance, and their angle of interest exchange ...
"Humanity might not survive the next century, yet you’re urging to let it go," Wei Tianyang said.
He stood up, and the spokespeople took a step back.
These people were aningless, boring, and dull.
He looked around, his gaze piercing through walls, seeing the streets below.
Since his appearance here, the surrounding streets had begun to evacuate, the military had sealed off a 200-kiloter radius, and the President had left Georgetown, flying to Lin State.
At this mont, he heard the whistling of missiles in the sky.
"You’re all going to die today," Wei Tianyang said.
"Please! Please don’t do this, we haven’t done anything, we can discuss everything, we accept your demands, but the number of experints needed..." Pence said at this ti.
Wei Tianyang interrupted him, "No... no, it wasn’t who acted."
As soon as the words fell, an iron-gray missile smashed through the ceiling, crashed into the room with a clang, and large stones tumbled down, eliciting continuous screams from inside the room.
Wei Tianyang watched the missile with interest. The iron-gray warhead suddenly sprang open, and its six-petalled steel shell spewed flas. Then, as bright as daylight, it flashed, erupting a scorching, viscous paste that, with the vibration wave of the explosion, shattered an entire floor.
However, this was only the beginning. Soon after, more missiles invaded from different directions and executed a saturation bombing. The United Council’s eting hall was located in the middle of the building—the structure was bisected at the waist, the upper part wobbling and barely holding on for a while, but finally it could no longer withstand the pull of gravity and crashed down toward Central Park and the avenue.
At that very mont, the President and the new military adviser were in Lin State watching a live broadcast of the scene, with a drone monitoring the progression of the airstrike.
"Was it successful?" the President asked, watching the screen.
People in the temporary command center dared not breathe or look away from the screen for fear of missing a single fra.
It was a thermobaric bomb, which sucked up the air and burned all combustible material. Logically, no one should have survived.
Only half of the Council’s building remained; and as it had taken over a dozen thermobaric bombs, fires started below and many people jumped out of the windows, burning to crisps in the air.
"Is there any signal in the airspace?" the chief of staff asked the drone operator, who shook his head.
"It’s not safe... I consider a nuclear strike on Georgetown," the President said.
"Hitting Georgetown with nuclear weapons could have severe consequences. Our evacuation distance is not sufficient," the chief of staff said.
"People will inevitably die, a cost that is acceptable. By eliminating Him, we will make history. He is like a cloud of darkness that has lood over the world for more than a decade. If we could end this today, the world would return to an order based on our rules!" the President said.
"There are life signs inside the building," the drone operator said, tense.
The President’s expression was grim, and the other cabinet mbers also hurried to the screen.
The drone’s cara zood in and switched to black-and-white mode. Within the swaying white fires, a black figure was moving.
Wei Tianyang patted the ash off his shoulder. Despite the blistering heat, he was completely unhard, a swirling gray aura shielding him from the world—this wasn’t to protect himself, but to prevent his clothes from burning off.
Everyone had been vaporized in the explosion, but he looked up at the sky where his four red pupils caught the track of the drone.
With a light leap, he landed 2 kiloters away; the drone had just flown by, but he punctured its belly and firmly grasped it in his hand.
He dismantled the other parts of the drone and tossed them away, holding only the head unit which had a large spherical cara hanging below with four lenses that were revolving and clicking, probably focusing.
Through the lenses Wei Tianyang’s vision entered the screen on the other side, and for a mont, he saw the President and other cabinet mbers.
"He is watching us!" the drone operator, scared, threw down his headset and moved away from his seat.
The President and the chief of staff watched Wei Tianyang through the screen.
"Do not worry, Mr. President... this is absolutely safe. He won’t know where we are," the chief of staff said.
Wei Tianyang, however, was listening intently; he heard the chief of staff’s heartbeat, lowered his eyes toward Federation territory, and pinpointed the sound’s origin.
The next second, he flew down, landing above a desert; the voices beca louder, 800 ters underground.
Wei Tianyang x-rayed the ground, viewing the square-shaped shelter and also spotting ventilation and water pipes, as well as evacuation shafts and corridors.
He did not take violent action. Instead, using sand and mud, he buried all the passages and conduits that connected the small tal box to the outside world. Then, he sank the small tal box another 2,000 ters into the earth.
Feeling that this was enough, Wei Tianyang flew back.
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