Xingtie: My silly online friend is actually a raccoon!

A hot-tempered general slammed his hand heavily on the table, making a loud bang that shook the teacups next to him.

Several technicians were startled by the sudden noise and their bodies trembled.

"Who's in charge of the East China region? Did they get their head stuck in a door or get kicked by a donkey?"

General Lu's voice was full of energy, as if he had explosives in his mouth, and every word was like a spark.

"Friendly forces? That thing doesn't look like anything from Earth, how could it be friendly forces?"

"It's Lieutenant General Zhao Deshan." A staff officer next to him quickly checked the file and reported in a low voice.

"Oh, it's Xiao Zhao!"

The elderly man at the head of the group softened his expression somewhat.

He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and spoke with a hint of reminiscence in his voice.

"I seem to remember, wasn't there a time traveler in his territory?"

"So it was that old bastard Zhao Deshan." General Lu's anger subsided a little, clearly indicating that he and the old man Zhao were old acquaintances. "Although that old man is sometimes unreliable, he wouldn't stoop to doing something like this."

"Then let's connect with the East China Regional Headquarters," the kind old man ordered, putting down his teacup.

Shortly after the command was issued, a connection success signal appeared on the large screen.

The screen flashed, and Zhao Deshan's old face appeared in the center of the screen.

To everyone's surprise, the branch director of the East China Countermeasures Bureau showed no sign of nervousness whatsoever; instead, he was all smiles, as if he had gotten a great deal.

"Old Zhao, you can still laugh, buddy?"

When General Lu saw his smiling face, his anger, which he had just suppressed, flared up again.

"Was your Countermeasures Bureau's system hacked today? You just reported an alien insectoid invasion, and now you're saying that spaceship in the sky belongs to our side. Are you planning to say later that you've recruited Sun Wukong as your subordinate?"

Upon hearing this, Old Zhao immediately feigned a puzzled expression and said...

"Huh? Old Lu, how did you know I took Sun Wukong as my subordinate? Did I tell you about this?"

The entire command center fell into dead silence.

"Stop trying to fool me!" General Lu angrily punched the table again. "What's going on with that spaceship in the sky?"

"That's a space station, the Black Tower Space Station." Old Zhao looked at him with disdain. "You uncultured brute, can't you even tell the difference between a space station and a spaceship?"

"I don't fucking care what that thing is!" General Lu slammed his hand on the table again, this time even making the documents on it jump up. "Just tell me, is that thing controllable or not?"

"That's something a genius has created. How can you control it just like that?" Old Zhao retorted, not backing down an inch.

Just as the two were about to start arguing, the kind-looking old man sitting in the main seat finally spoke up.

"Xiao Zhao, you tell us."

Old Zhao immediately suppressed his playful expression and said seriously, "Okay, old leader."

Next, Zhao Deshan gave a concise report on all the information he had gathered—from the assassination of the Yavis noble by the Heartworm, to the judgment that the Zerg seed ships had already sown seeds on Earth, to the solution of the biological extinction bomb, and the cause and effect of the Black Tower space station appearing in Earth's orbit.

He deliberately concealed Lu Ze's role in the incident, attributing all the credit to the genius lady, Black Tower.

On the other end of the large screen, the command center fell silent.

The senior executives exchanged glances, their eyes filled with both shock and solemnity.

Finally, the kind old man broke the silence first, nodding slowly.

"Xiao Zhao, you need to keep a close eye on this matter. If you need anything, just report it to me."

This can be considered as indirectly agreeing to the plan Zhao Deshan mentioned.

"Yes, old leader," Old Zhao replied, his signature smile returning to his face.

After hanging up the call, Old Zhao leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh of relief.

He knew that the turmoil had been temporarily glossed over.

Although his superiors were shocked, at least they did not directly reject his judgment—which meant that Lu Ze's side could proceed with his plan.

He picked up the thermos on the table, took a sip of strong tea, and looked out the window at the faintly visible, enormous silhouette in the sky.

"Young man, I've taken the fall for you. Don't let me down."