No sooner had Qin Feng finished speaking than Grey Wolf snapped out of his extreme excitement.
"Devour the Stars? What local specialty is that supposed to be?"
As he spoke, he deftly operated the control console.
The covers of the missile silos beneath Nuoding City slid open soundlessly. Dongfeng-18 intercontinental ballistic soul-tool missiles, painted with bizarre slogans such as "Truth Above All" and "Free Shipping to Gods," slowly rose and aimed at the heavens.
"Who cares what it is? If they dare sound an alarm over our heads, they clearly don't respect Umbrella Corporation at all!"
Grey Wolf bared his teeth, looking as fierce as a beast guarding its food.
"Boss, the coordinates have been locked. We can launch 'Peace' at any time!"
Yet Qin Feng did not immediately give the order.
He looked up at the empty sky, lightly tapping the armrest of the sofa with his fingers.
"Red Queen, have you assessed their technological level?"
[Comparing... No matching records in the database. Based on analysis of the intensity of the spatial ripples left by their warp travel, their energy propulsion technology and spatial jump technology are both at least two generations ahead of ours.]
[Conclusion: In a direct confrontation, we are highly likely to lose.]
Red Queen's analysis was cool and brutal.
Grey Wolf's ears immediately drooped.
"Two generations ahead? Then what the hell are we fighting for?!"
"Don't panic."
There was not the slightest trace of alarm on Qin Feng's face. Instead, an amused smile appeared.
"A technological gap doesn't mean there's a gap in brains, too."
"They called us a prohibited civilization and demanded that we submit to inspection. What does that tell us?"
Orochimaru appeared behind him at some point and picked up the conversation in his distinctive hoarse voice.
"It means they have 'rules.'"