In a secret base in Florida.

All kinds of things collected from the surface ruins of the Desert Island, and they came here through seaplanes.

In particular, the only remaining recorder, although half burned, the internal recording chip was not burned out.

Several professional data recovery experts reread the data inside the chip.

Seeing the data recorded by the recorder, the leader of the investigation team looked full of anger and horror: "Fak Squids! It turned out to be them!"

Although the picture is a bit blurry, the familiar exoskeleton armor and multi-foot mechas are all know who did it.

An investigator reminded carefully: "Team leader, report to your superiors! This is not something we can handle."

"Huh! OK!" The team leader also understood that they were incompetent and furious here, and it would be useless.

A detailed report was soon sent to the Noah Council's board of directors.

California.

Deep underground in the Rocky Mountains.

Inside a permanent underground base of the Noah Society.

13 directors, as well as Noah's executive president George Kant, looked at the investigation report in his hand silently.

Thomas, one of the former directors of the Skeleton and Bones Society, was furious and smashed the table: "Damn yellow-skinned monkeys, they dared to destroy the Desert Island."

"That thing is also on the Desert Island, which means that the other party has obtained that thing, or has been destroyed with the Desert Island." Another old white man with old spots on his face turned extremely gloomy.

They studied Mars fungi not only to obtain weapons, but also to prolong life and complete evolutionary ambitions.

But now the whereabouts of the Mars fungus, with the destruction of the Desert Island Base, was completely lost, and their hopes were also lost.

"Unforgivable!" The other old man was also extremely angry.

For those who are already at the top of the pyramid, money and power are in control, and a long life span becomes the goal they desire.

However, everyone present was not overwhelmed by anger. Even if it was the truth, so what?

If they had a solution, they would have done it directly, so they would have held meetings and discussions here. After all, Ansa people started their business by robbery.

Over the past few decades, these Anza people seem to have worn gentlemen hats and dressed themselves up as civilized people, but they are still robbers in their bones.

Now that I am being fucked by someone once, my mentality is just broken for a while.

George Kant calmed down and said, "Things have happened. Judging from the exploration data, the original strata of the Desert Island Base has become a high-temperature furnace. The Mars fungus has either been burned or fallen into the hands of the other party."

"What should I do now? Forget it?" Thomas looked at the others gritted his teeth.

The old man with old spots on his face said viciously: "Damn it! If it weren't for not being sure of winning, I really want to start a war directly."

"You can't do anything randomly. Once you force the other party, the probability of our failure is too high." Another director shook his head helplessly.

This time, the Desert Island incident made Noah feel extremely painful, but the top leaders of Noah’s society were helpless.

If it were before, when their fists were at their biggest, they would probably have taken action directly at this time.

But at this moment, the strategic power of both sides was obviously unbalanced. The power in Noah's hands was not enough to suppress the East, and they were not sure and could not withstand the impact of the war.

Unable to discuss a suitable response plan, the Noah's board of directors finally chose to put it aside for the time being.

San Francisco.

Inside a top private club.

After George Kant returned from the underground base, he held a banquet and invited representatives to resident in the country from all over the world.

At the banquet.

Lights and wine, suits and ties.

In conversation.

There is a verbal battle and a tense battle.

Yang Yingli, who came to the banquet with Li Hang, a representative of the South Pacific region, turned his head and smiled, "When I saw this, I was elegant, but I always felt a little dissonant."

Li Hang shrugged and smiled, "The clothes are all wolves and beasts, so they are naturally not very harmonious."

The two of them talked very loudly, regardless of everyone present. Many people who could understand Chinese looked a little embarrassed.

However, these guys have become accustomed to changing their minds when they see the wind, and have long developed the ability to spit on their own, and still maintain the handsome and elegant person.

George Kant, not far away, naturally heard the words of the two of them. He frowned slightly, then changed into a harmless smiling face, held a red wine glass, and walked towards Li Hang and Yang Yingli.

"Yang, Li, I thought you weren't that fast, please come inside!"

"Mr. George is so polite." Yang Yingli replied with a smile.

Several people came to a dining table at the banquet. Everyone around them was very consciously away from here, leaving only George Kant, Li Hang, Yang Yingli, and their translators.

After a while, the waiter served them a meal.

George Kant shook the red wine glass gently, then looked at Yang Yingli and Li Hang, and said in a tone that could not be heard:

"Yang, if you have something to do, don't go too far, just like you oriental people have an old saying, "

"Haha!" Yang Ying stared at the other party with her eyes fixed on her face: "You can do it, why can't we?"

"We didn't do anything. Have you misunderstood something?" George Kant replied without changing his face.

Li Hang laughed: "Haha, don't Mr. George know that the hornet stings people and will be shot to death?"

"..." George Kant knew that the poisonous bee plan must have failed and was caught by the other party, but on the surface, he still looked calm:

"I just don't want the conflict between the two sides to continue to expand. After all, there is only one Blue Star, so you can sit down and talk about some things."

Yang Yingli pointed at the other party's chest with a dining knife: "It seems that Mr. George is a pacifist. We just hate those bugs that are randomly hiding. In order to avoid these bugs from harming the world, we can only eradicate them in a difficult way. I think you will understand."

Li Hang, who was standing aside, added: "After clearing the worm nests in the Caribbean this time, I hope those ignorant insects can understand that some places are best not to climb around. I heard that there are many worm nests in Rocky Mountain. Does Mr. George know?"

George Kant's eyes were sharp, and he naturally heard the implication. The naked threat made him very angry, but on the surface, he still showed no trace of anger.

"If the bugs start to be crazy, they can kill people."

Li Hang did not deny it. After cutting a piece of beef, he said plainly: "As long as the fire ants in America feel that they are in America, we are not that bored and we have to step on them to death."

"I hope so!" George Kant drank the red wine in his hand.

During the peaceful conversation between the two sides, several translators were sweating profusely, and their shirts were unknowingly wet by sweat.

The female translator who was responsible for translating to George Kant was even more pale because she felt that her side was at a disadvantage.

Other guests at the banquet were also secretly speculating about the content discussed between the two parties.
Chapter completed!