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We must not let them have their way.

But we can't just openly break off relations and shoot them.

The American representative cleared his throat and adopted the arrogant demeanor typical of bureaucracy.

"French representative, your proposal... has good intentions and is very imaginative."

"But that's too impractical. Forming a global government? It involves currency unification, military reorganization, and legal system integration. That would require decades of research and development!"

"And..." The American representative suddenly turned his head and glared fiercely at the representative of Donggu.

"You expect us to assimilate with this barbaric nation? Their navy is still using radar to lock onto our warships in the Pacific! Absolutely not unless we lay down our arms and surrender! No way!"

The representative from Donggu immediately understood, slammed his hand on the table, stood up, and glared angrily!

"Put away your arrogant facade! We have absolutely no interest in this so-called Human Federation! Until you apologize and take action against those responsible, any form of cooperation is just empty talk! We will never entrust the fate of our nation to an organization filled with prejudice and hegemony!"

The two sides argued back and forth, forcibly steer the topic back to the military conflict in the Pacific, attempting to delay the vote on the proposal through this heated argument.

However, the Skrull-controlled representatives seemed to have anticipated this situation.

The French representative's face darkened, and he coldly interrupted the argument between the two countries.

"We anticipated your shortsightedness and selfishness long ago."

"At this critical juncture for the survival of humanity, you are still only focused on immediate geopolitical interests. Your stubbornness will push all of humanity into the abyss of destruction."

The British representative echoed, "Since you are unwilling to set aside your prejudices and integrate into the historical current of human development, then the world will no longer wait for you."

"If you exercise your veto power, our country will immediately withdraw from the United Nations framework and, together with all other countries, form our own federal government."

The representative of "Little Days" followed up with a speech, his tone revealing arrogance.

"Moreover... once the new human federal government is established, any old regime that refuses to join will be regarded as a stumbling block to human evolution. The Federation will not rule out taking necessary military action, including economic blockade, shipping embargo, and even..." He paused deliberately, "...to ensure the unity of purpose on Earth."

Labeling, threatening, forcing someone to resign.

This combination of punches was executed flawlessly.

Representative America was furious at these undisguised threats.

Even though he knew that these people were nothing more than manipulated puppets, his words still deeply stung their pride as a superpower.

For most of the more than two hundred years since its founding, America has remained firmly on the throne of global hegemony.

In this United Nations, they are always the ones wielding the big stick of sanctions to threaten others. When did it become the turn of those lowly dogs to dare to shit on their heads?!

Anger, humiliation, and suppressed frustration intertwined in their hearts.

Representative America swept the documents in front of her aside, and the papers flew around the conference room like snowflakes.

He placed his hands on the edge of the table, like an enraged lion, his gaze sweeping fiercely over the national representatives who had threatened him.

"Sanction America?!" he roared deafeningly.

"You can try it! See who's begging for mercy in the end!"

The American representative grabbed his briefcase and slammed the clasp shut.

"We will never bow to any form of threat!"

After uttering these resounding words, Representative America didn't glance at anyone again, striding towards the doors of the United Nations General Assembly Hall, leaving in a huff with a raging fire.

Upon seeing this, the representative from Donggu Kingdom also snorted coldly, packed his things, and stood up as a group.

"Those who walk different paths cannot make plans together."

Leaving behind seven concise and powerful words, he led his delegation and strode out of the Great Hall of the People without looking back.

As the representatives from both countries departed, an eerie silence fell over the Great Hall of the People.

The remaining representatives exchanged glances and let out silent, cold laughs.

……

San Francisco, Pym Technologies headquarters building.

Darren Krause paced back and forth irritably in the spacious office like a wild beast trapped in a cage.

His eyes were bloodshot, his breathing was heavy, and he swept the documents off his desk.

Just a few days ago, he was full of vigor and high spirits.

More than a dozen automated production lines specially designed for the Hornet suit have just been completed and are ready to go into production immediately.

He fantasized that once the Wasp suit went into mass production, he would become one of the world's richest tycoons.

But that damned Ellis New Deal, like a bolt from the blue, shattered his beautiful dream into pieces.

The United States entered a planned economy in a single day, with the president's executive order forcibly taking over all high-tech companies and heavy industries.

Federal government envoys, accompanied by military personnel, took direct control of Pym Technologies' financial system.

All fund flows and special materials are uniformly allocated by the Ministry of Commerce.

Without permission from the federal government, he couldn't even buy a single high-precision screw.

Without materials and funds, the production line came to a complete standstill.

It's not the deadliest yet.

The fatal flaw is that he has already received large sums of money from several large underground forces, including Hydra and the Ten Rings Gang.

He laundered these funds through clandestine channels and injected them into Pym Technology's account, only to find that he had outsmarted himself.

If he can't deliver the goods by the due date, these people aren't exactly easy to talk to.

These people won't send him a lawyer's letter, nor will they sue him in court.

They'd just shove a bomb in his mouth or cut him into pieces to feed the dogs.

We must escape!

Darren suddenly stood up, strode to the safe, and rummaged through several forged passports and security keys for offshore accounts.

But soon, he stopped searching.

He slowly lowered his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through the ground.

At the core area at the very bottom of Pym Technologies, there are clusters of hundreds and thousands of server racks.

It contains the culmination of his more than a decade of hard work: billions of data points from physics simulations, microscopic particle collision experiments, and computational models.

This is all he has in his attempt to reverse engineer the Pym particle formula.

These servers are physically welded to the building's load-bearing structure, making it impossible for him to take them all away.

If he runs away now, it means he will have to give up the hard work of the past ten years, give up the success that was about to be achieved, and become a stray dog!

Darren slumped into his office chair, just as he was struggling with his emotions.

"Click".

The office door was pushed open without any prior notice.

Darren turned his head and looked at him fiercely.