"Are you messing with me? Don't you scientists all like leaving backdoors in your own products?"
Hearing the alien's answer, Faora snapped, "Tony Stark and Batman both do it. Don't tell me you haven't?"
"Faora, this is a live broadcast! Also, I've never done anything like that in this world. You can say that about Batman, but leave me out of it."
Tony found time amid the chaos to protest. The viewers laughed. They still trusted Iron Man quite a bit. As for Batman, one look at that gloomy fellow was enough to tell them he would tamper with his equipment.
Batman's expression darkened. Could you two show a little respect?
As though he had suffered a tremendous insult, the alien shouted, "Leave backdoors in my products? How could I possibly do something like that? Besides, The Serpent is our planet's most perfect product."
"You could have done that."
"But I really didn't."
Judging from his heartbeat, Faora determined that he wasn't lying. She asked, "Boss, he can't stop The Serpent. What do we do next?"
"Have him stop all the ordinary game characters," Andrew said. "As for The Serpent, we'll deal with him in our own time."
"Yes, boss."
Faora told the alien, "Stop them right now, and don't try anything funny. Otherwise, I won't mind burning you to ashes."
"Don't worry. I definitely won't try anything."
The alien hurriedly assured her. When he had held the upper hand, he had been unbearably smug. Now that he was losing, he was a complete coward. He was the very definition of a petty villain.
As the alien pressed a button, all the game characters turned into pixel particles and returned to the alien spaceship.
These pixel particles were actually photon energy, which was being recovered for reuse. The alien was