Secret Talk

Is it really that simple?

Of course not!

Although the laser technology was developed in the PPDC headquarters research lab.

It still fundamentally belongs to Nation M.

Even if General Jonathan were truly selfless, what about the President and the congressmen?

They would drain your blood, devour your flesh, and crush your bones!

Expecting them to selflessly offer laser technology, especially technology for the current top-tier lethal weapons.

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Unless, There's something that outweighs self-interest.

Dr. Herman sat in his airplane seat, looking at the documents spread out on the small table in front of him.

His thoughts drifted back to a day earlier...

Nation M PPDC Headquarters.

General Jonathan, as usual, was monitoring the massive life energy detection systems installed at various wormhole locations.

Dr. Herman approached briskly, holding a stack of data.

General Jonathan didn't suspect anything; Herman was always in a hurry like this every day.

"General, I need to speak with you privately!"

This made General Jonathan's expression turn serious. He knew Dr. Herman's personality; although reclusive, he wasn't one to disregard the gravity of a situation.

He wouldn't make such a request lightly unless it was something major.

And most likely, it was bad news.

Without hesitation, he left the command center and found a conference room.

"General, the analysis results for the bodily tissues of the 'Bladehead' transported from Hong Kong, Z Nation, are out."

"Hmm? Is there a problem?"

"A big problem! The 'Bladehead' that attacked Hong Kong, Z Nation, the 'Axehead' that attacked San Francisco, the 'Scorcher' that attacked Los Angeles, the 'Skyhook' that attacked San Diego, the 'Giant Baby' that attacked San Jose Port, and the 'Virus' that attacked Sydney not long ago."

"The cellular and genetic results from these Kaiju are identical. Although their appearances vary, the results are the same!"

"Which means,"

"They,"

"Are clones!"

"Impossible!"

For the first time, General Jonathan's face showed anger and disbelief.

"That's the reality, General. Our enemy isn't them, it's the masterminds behind them."

"This also explains why the Kaiju only destroy buildings after landing and show no interest in humans. It's provoking us to eliminate it, just like in Manila, its blood would destroy everything!"

"They are not driven by beastly instincts; someone is controlling them!"

"Then what is their objective? Our Jaegers can defeat them!"

"No, they are merely probing and observing, testing our strength. They are not helpless against us."

"You can tell from the various classes of Kaiju; they are just toying with us. Once they understand everything, they will launch a large-scale offensive!"

"But what good would it do them if Earth is destroyed? Could they still live here?"

"They are terraforming Earth! Judging by the Kaiju's blood, it's a fatal pollutant to us, but perhaps it's the best nourishment for them!"

"When the environment is mostly transformed, they will dispatch the largest class of Kaiju to annihilate us, and then the new tenants will move into Earth!"

"No, this isn't true."

"Politics? Poetry? Those are lies. Only data will tell us the truth!"

General Jonathan wore a bitter expression. This news was difficult for anyone to accept.

Although he was a battle-hardened soldier, he was still human.

Facing an irresistible enemy like this, he couldn't help but feel a sense of helplessness.

This was the apocalypse!

"Is there... is there nothing we can do?"

Dr. Herman turned, his expression grave.

"Yes, there is. Simple and brutal: we eliminate them!"

"They send one Kaiju, we eliminate one! They send two, we eliminate a pair!"

General Jonathan's eyes rekindled with hope.

"Yes, we've developed laser technology, and I want to implement it everywhere!"

"This will give humanity a better chance of winning!"

"But how will we explain this to the President and Congress?"

"We won't explain! Humanity is on the brink of extinction, the Earth is almost lost to us, what does profit matter! To hell with their garbage!"

"I am the Commander of PPDC Headquarters. I have only one mission: to protect the Pan-Pacific Defense Line at all costs, by any means necessary!"

"Beyond that, nothing else is my concern."

"In the past, before the Kaiju attacks, our armies were sent around the world to maintain global unity and peace. To achieve this, we did many things against our conscience, our hands stained with blood."

"At the time, I truly believed I was helping them, but when I saw our young men returning home, most of them looked numb, many suffering from depression and combat stress syndrome."

"Back then, I wondered if what we were doing was truly right. Why were there more conflicts after we intervened? Why did more people die?"

"But now, when it's truly time for us to protect the world, our council wants us to stand by and watch. What kind of logic is that!"

"Now I understand, everything we've stood for is merely a game of capital in their eyes!"

"Sigh, so what can we do!"

"A humble person's words carry little weight. Even as the Commander of PPDC Headquarters, how much influence do you really have!"

"Heh! The breakthrough lies with these Jaeger pilots from various nations undergoing special training. Showcase the laser technology to them and announce that it will be made available to them free of charge. In essence, this is a declaration to their respective countries."

"This way, even if the President and Congress disagree, they'll have to accept it, however reluctantly."

"Also, you should go to Z Nation!"

Dr. Herman looked confused.

"Why? General."

"They need your help more there. For a long time to come, Headquarters will face significant turmoil. You are a scholar, an expert; you shouldn't be caught in this vortex. Do something you can do!"

"And you?"

"Don't worry about me. They can't do anything to me. At most, I'll have to make some concessions. Heh, that's the capital game!"

After Dr. Herman left the conference room, Jonathan returned to the command center.

He cast his gaze upon a document on the table.

It was an appointment letter from Sakura Nation regarding the replacement of their new theater commander.

General Jonathan called over the nearby secretary.

"Send a reply to the Sakura military. We veto their proposal for former Deputy Commander Yamashita Teru to take over as the Pan-Pacific Defense Line theater commander. There is no room for negotiation!"

"Yes, General!"

Jonathan picked up the document. Beneath the appointment letter proposing Yamashita Teru's succession, the word "Approved" was clearly written.

"Since they have this resolve, I will no longer be constrained by Congress, nor will I care about offending them further with this matter."

"Filthy politics!"

He then tossed the document into the trash can.