In the process of unifying the Human Race, the Human Federation had used every possible method, alternating between persuasion and force, and had spent quite some time on it. But dealing with the Xiongmang Empire had taken very little effort.
For one thing, Xiongmang was in the midst of a civil war. For another, the empire's technological capabilities were truly poor.
There was plenty of high-end military equipment they simply could not manufacture and had to purchase from elsewhere.
That was actually normal. In an aristocratic society, class divisions were far too rigid. Capable commoners had no chance to rise—how could technology possibly develop?
What mattered was that the nobles had amassed considerable wealth through exploitation, so they still had the means to buy weapons from outside.
Number Eight from the Military Headquarters believed that, given the Xiongmang Restoration Army's technological level, they could never have developed such miraculous Mimicry Technology.
So he stated bluntly, "Salina, I trust you. My question just now was not directed at you."
Just then, the people examining the visual residue delivered their results. Sure enough, before Goba Fu died, all he had seen was darkness, without a single image. Yet everyone could confirm that the man had indeed died only moments ago.
"We can basically conclude," a senior major from the Military Intelligence Service said, "that the one who entered this place just now was not Goba Fu himself. There is a strong possibility that it was the people who downloaded the data. They hid Goba Fu in advance and deliberately used Mimicry Technology to enter headquarters..."
"What was their motive?" Number Eight asked coldly. "Never mind how they left. Why did they do this?"
The senior major shut his mouth and offered no answer.
But someone beside him rushed to answer, "It was