"Alright, don't spread the news for now. I'll announce it at the Global Conference and use the opportunity to consolidate all our forces."
After casually reminding him, Lin An found it somewhat amusing that Zhang Tie's voice was trembling.
Perhaps he was "afraid," or perhaps the fear was only hitting him now.
That was right. Survivors across the globe probably could not imagine just how difficult the Xenomorph World had been, or how powerful the enemies Lin An had faced there were.
If the truth got out—even just the true strength of the Xenomorph World and the Refugees—survivors worldwide would likely descend into chaos, panic, and utter shock.
The enemy might be dead, but anyone with even a little sense could realize that the Doomsday was already this terrifying. If more enemies like that appeared later...
Under such circumstances, even Lin An felt immense pressure. How could the others fare any better?
Therefore, Lin An clearly needed to prepare contingency plans and be ready to handle the aftermath.
If he handled the "publicity" well, he could save a great deal of effort in unifying the world, establishing an invincible image, and rallying the people.
But for the current Lin An, there were more important matters to deal with.
"Amoeba Protoplasm. Fifth Order rules..."
As he entered the laboratory, smelling the faint disinfectant in the air, Lin An's gaze grew complicated, as though images of Chu An working busily here flashed before his eyes.
He rarely came here, and he had almost never interfered with Chu An's experiments.
Looking at the cold laboratory filled with instruments, Lin An sighed softly and strode toward the place he remembered.
"I wonder whether Chu An left any information behind."
"If I remembered correctly, the Amoeba Essence test subjects should have been kept around here..."