Energy, new alloys, high-temperature-resistant coatings, biomedicine, Gene Modification, semiconductors, artificial intelligence, high-strength fibers, life-support systems, spacecraft engines...
As one cutting-edge technology after another was laid out before them like a weekend clearance sale, the representatives of the major nations and the interest groups behind them quickly descended into madness.
Almost everyone tore off their usual masks of refined civility without hesitation, transforming directly into man-eating demons.
Sometimes, in order to fight over a crucial technology, they would not hesitate to draw blood, staging one fierce debate and quarrel after another in the hall.
Some even waved their fists, trying to persuade their competitors through "physical" means.
As for the infighting among humans before her, Artoria maintained Allen's usual approach: standing by with folded arms and not interfering at all.
Not only did she refrain from interfering, she even provided weapons such as swords and pistols to those who came to blows, allowing them to engage in fair duels.
In just two and a half hours that morning, more than a dozen unlucky people had been seriously injured and brought down.
You must know, they were no nobodies. Pick any one of them at random, and they were either high officials from various countries, billionaires, or professional managers.
Fortunately, with Saber personally overseeing things, no matter how severe their injuries were, she could pull them back from death's door within minutes.
By the time noon approached, the harmonious atmosphere from the beginning of the conference was gone, leaving only naked, undisguised competition and hostility.
Especially those who had already shed blood; they radiated killing intent from head to toe as they stared fixedly at the opponents who posed the greatest threat to them.
As the saying went, only those in the same trade harbored naked hatred for one another.
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