Chapter 21 Our country’s mechas are none of your business
In the empty conference room, the big screen lit up.
Immediately afterwards, it divided into more than a dozen square grids, and more than a dozen faces emerged, from different countries.
Sterk and Chen Sheng stood in front of the miniature camera, with tense features and stern expressions.
Because these people are the representatives of the hard-line fence-sitters in various countries, and they are also the officials and dignitaries who asked Sterk to make compromises and concessions time and time again.
For example, the blond man next to seat C is named Charles. He is not a congressman or a famous politician, but he is a monster wall project contractor in several countries. He cooperates with the government to build it, providing people, materials, and designs.
Make money, earn fame, and make connections.
Therefore, he can be regarded as a core member of the hard-line wall faction.
The mecha troops used to be so glorious and lively, and they have paid immeasurable blood and sweat for mankind. However, because of a few frivolous orders from the hard-line wall faction, the mecha factories were closed, a large amount of financial funds were reduced, and bases were shut down one after another.
, laid off most of the staff, just to divert more money to Monster Wall.
What makes Sterk and others angry is not only the neglect of the mecha troops, but also the aggrieved feeling of being stupid enough to get angry.
After all, almost everyone engaged in mecha-related industries is not optimistic about the so-called wall, and hates the hard-line wall defenders who waste human time and money.
With this skill, a lot of new fifth-generation mechas can be produced!
Even if the monster wall is repaired, what will happen?
Sooner or later, a steady stream of monsters will crowd the earth, and then randomly open blind boxes. Today, the monster veterans eat cherry blossoms with kimchi, and tomorrow they will go to the opposite side to drink some free Northeast wind, or cross the ocean to experience some Nordic style.
Let the Atlantic Ocean, which has been watching the show, also experience the fear endured by the Pacific Ocean.
Wash the sea with nuclear bombs!
Why, can the monster wall block nuclear radiation? The earth’s ecology is no longer needed?
Instead of solving the root cause of the problem, we indulge in meaningless and useless work and work hard, only to realize in the end that we have taken the wrong path.
This is a simple and easy-to-understand truth, but some people just don't listen to it. Instead, they tell you to shut up with arrogance and disgust. This is something Stecker is deeply aware of, and he has been pointed at his head and scolded by several of his superiors. These old guys behind the key screen sit in the office and make a hasty decision on the future of mankind with just a few words.
"Gentlemen." Steck bowed his head and saluted.
"You don't need to say anything. We know very well about Storm Red." The white-haired old man occupying the C position said forcefully. His surname is Lake. He is the leader of the hard-line wall faction and has extremely high power.
Sterk frowned and vaguely understood.
The hard-line fence-sitters may have gotten the news as early as the beginning. The reason why they have been holding back and not taking action is probably because they are not sure about the authenticity of Chu Xin and are afraid of making an own mistake. However, as Newton's synaesthesia was confirmed,
Everything is true, no, it popped up immediately after the ghost car was solved.
I just don’t know what kind of medicine the hard-line fence-sitters are selling in their gourds.
"Does Storm Crimson mean that the monster wall is useless?" Lake said.
"Yes." Sterk replied.
Lake no longer asked questions, but remained gloomily silent.
"We can cooperate with it, but we need an equal relationship, instead of just doing whatever it says." Another old man in his sixties said slowly and authentically.
"Yes, negotiations between civilizations should respect each other, and peace is the only way to promote relations." An old woman in her fifties agreed.
It sounds nice, but there is always a hint of arrogance in their tone and eyes that cannot be hidden.
Chen Sheng almost laughed out loud. Equality and respect? This word is particularly ironic when it comes from this group of people.
What's more, the other party is from a higher-level civilization. Being able to help humans fight against the pioneers without asking for anything in return is already burning incense and worshiping Buddha. It is simply a fantasy to try to seek more benefits.
When others help you, you are picky and reluctant. Isn’t this a bit mean?
"Everyone, how do we know whether this alien civilization of unknown origin is cooperating with us out of friendship? What if it is the same invader as the pioneer, but uses different methods?" someone said.
"There is no need for outsiders to intervene in Earth's affairs. As long as the monster wall is repaired as soon as possible, we will have a lot of time to eliminate the monsters!" A more radical official said displeased.
Charles immediately smiled and said, "Yes, all the monster walls are about to be completed and have entered the final stage. Is it possible that all these years of hard work have been wasted just because of his casual words?"
Hearing this, Sterk couldn't hold himself any longer. He squinted his eyes and said as calmly as possible, "Isn't it because of your casual words that the mecha troops gradually withdrew from the stage of history, and the sacrifices of those soldiers were in vain?
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"Mr. Steck, please be careful with your words and don't bring your personal emotions to work." Lake said bluntly.
As soon as he spoke, everyone else would shut up.
"There is room for discussion on this matter, but we need to sign a more detailed cooperation agreement with Storm Red to ensure that it will not interfere in human affairs, fully cooperate with our actions, and provide all intelligence information about the pioneers and monsters.
Once it and the civilization behind it show malicious intent, we will fight back at all costs." Lake said solemnly.
"In addition, Storm Red, as a special being, cannot stay in the Broken Dome, nor should it go to war," Lake said matter-of-factly, "I have sent a helicopter, and today I will invite it to Peanut Stew to enjoy the highest treatment we have prepared for it, and conduct
Deep conversation."
Translation: I want to put this unstable guy Storm Red under house arrest and not let him wander around the earth. In addition, you Sterk are not qualified to sign any agreement with it on behalf of mankind.
There was dead silence in the conference room, and the smell of gunpowder gradually filled the air.
Sterk slowly raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm sorry, sir, I cannot agree with your approach."
Lake and others looked shocked. Their first reaction was that the video equipment was malfunctioning. How dare Sterk, who has always been unsmiling (honest), say such a thing!
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"Do you know the consequences of doing this!" Lake scolded with wide eyes.
Sterk took off the hat on his head and said calmly, "After the war is over, I will voluntarily resign from my post. By the way, I don't need your pension. I can just keep it to build the wall."
"You still want to wait until the war is over? If we say nothing, you will have to go to a military court tomorrow!" the most radical person threatened.
Sterk remained calm, "You can't live without me. Only I who am about to die can control the Shattered Dome and control the increasingly chaotic situation. No one in this position can change it."
He paused and said, "The monster wall has not yet been completely completed, and level four monsters have appeared, so you need the mecha's delay even more to buy you time."
For a time, more than a dozen people were speechless.
Lake's thousands of words were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't find anything to say to refute Sterk.
This is the first time that Sterk has shown his toughness as a supreme commander, a mecha warrior, and a soldier in front of the hard-line fence-sitters, explaining to them what true toughness means.
"My request is very simple. Let me be responsible for the cooperation with Storm Crimson. You build the wall and we continue to fight monsters without interfering with each other." Sterk said.
Veins popped up on Lake's forehead. He took a sip of coffee and said, "Let's not talk about these things for now. My people are almost at the Broken Dome."
Sterk frowned deeply. He was a little powerless, but if he couldn't handle this matter well, Chu Xin, who had already developed a grudge against humans, and the civilization behind him might really give up on the earth.
At this time, Chen Sheng stepped forward and opened the laptop without waiting for Lake and others to speak.
Above is a man with a Chinese character face who is nearly sixty years old. His hair is meticulously combed back, his facial features are regular, and he is not angry or intimidating.
Without saying a word, he first looked at a dozen faces from left to right, and then said, "Do our country's mechas have the turn of everyone here to speak?"