"Since we're friends, that makes things easy."
Andrew smiled and said, "I'll keep the base. You can take the aircraft carrier fleet, the fighter jets, and everything else back. Oh, and I just used nine nuclear warheads. The rest are mine too."
"You used nine nuclear warheads?"
The general was shocked. Where had he used them? Why hadn't the nuclear energy monitoring department detected anything? Had those nepotism hires been slacking off the whole time?
"Relax. I didn't use them on America."
Andrew said, "Send the materials over as soon as possible. The demons will keep invading, and I need more robots. Don't worry. I'll give you some extra attention when the time comes."
The general was stunned. "Isn't the demon invasion over? Wait, extra attention? Does that mean demons will appear in America?"
"You're getting ahead of yourself. It won't end that easily."
Andrew said, "The demons will keep invading, and on an even larger scale. Get ready, American soldier."
"Thank you for the information, Mr. Angel. America will do everything it can to help you."
The general hurriedly thanked him. With demons around, both Andrew and Motoko were extremely valuable. They couldn't afford to offend either of them. They had to be friends.
After receiving the general's report, America's High-Level Executives immediately began actively promoting the superhero Motoko to show their sincerity.
As for the supplies Andrew needed, they shipped them over as fast as possible. Never mind supplies—even if he wanted beautiful women, they would send them by the truckload.
The Japanese officials had been listening in from the sidelines the whole time. With difficulty, they asked, "The demon invasion will continue?"
"Yes, and Japan will still be a major target."
Andrew said, "As we discussed earlier, build Motoko up as the nation's Guardian God. Also, send