Heh.
Lake naturally knew that Washington had been facing growing fear of the Chitauri stationed on Jupiter during this period.
After all, sometimes waiting was the greatest torment.
Of course.
This also could not have happened without the efforts of certain ambitious people and naturally spineless surrender factions stirring things up.
If humanity could unite whenever it faced a problem, then it would no longer be humanity. It should be called an interstellar civilization instead. After all, hadn't some scientists said that if humanity could set aside its differences and put all its effort into space, it would have entered the interstellar age long ago?
Unfortunately...
Human history was a naked history of war, and, more precisely, a history of wars composed of countless human civil wars.
Lake knew there were dissenting voices, but he paid them no mind.
No matter how grandiose their words were, when it came to actual action, action was always more convincing than words.
The situation now was the perfect proof.
At the very least, after this brief warm-up match, Washington would probably quiet down for a while. Besides, this sort of performance, jointly pushed forward by surrender factions and ambitious people, had never been fit to see the light of day.
After all, the owner of the White House would never consider surrendering.
Don't forget.
It was 2012, an election year that came once every four years. The approval rating of the current Mr. President, whose white hair made him look even older than his actual age, was not even as high as that of a little Black man.
He was thinking about winning reelection.
But the odds were fifty-fifty, so the owner of the White House was thinking of starting this war. Once war broke out, Mr. President would have the privilege of