In a conference room, several heads of Reincarnator groups and Intruder-level powerhouses from various corps had gathered together.
Judging by the smoke-filled room and furrowed brows, the topic under discussion had clearly reached an impasse.
"What do we do now? We can't get anywhere with Zion Group."
Dangerly's expression was grave.
There were simply too many powerful natives. The only option was to use the natives to defeat the natives!
After all, this high-intensity intelligence gathering operation to urgently conquer the Mission Space had only been conducted once or twice. People had often entered before, but at most, Intruders had entered randomly. Their progress had been far too laid-back, and they had merely used the struggle for the Seed of Fire to farm some mech enhancements.
They had not used power beyond the variables permitted by this Mission Space.
Yet after deploying high-end power this time, the resistance from the corrective force had been astonishingly great.
But this also proved that they had not chosen the wrong direction. This Mission Space held enormous secrets and tremendous potential.
"We can't contact the Decepticons either. They should be hiding from human surveillance right now, so abandoning the Autobots route would be unwise."
"Should we use force to coerce Zion Group's upper management?"
"No. Although these ordinary native humans are not particularly powerful, the Autobots currently belong to his faction. If we leave behind any evidence, we may instead become hostile to them. Optimus Prime is genuinely quite strong, and there has even been intelligence saying that he can undergo a sudden power surge."
"Besides, there is very little information on Zion Group's mysterious chairman—almost none at all. If we only deal with the others..."
At that point, the entire room grew heavy.
There was simply no suitable way to resolve the problem