He promised:
"The Defense Agency will provide all the help we can. We can arrange a location and provide medical care."
At the end of the day, the manned mission to Mars was just a pretext.
That brainless guy demanding accountability—if he kept pestering me, I'd send him to Nolan...
No, I'd send him to Leon to demand accountability.
You care about that little bit of money, but I'm trying to keep these people who can destroy the world in check.
If Nolan agreed to their request, they could act ahead of schedule and gather intelligence more precisely.
They could even arrange for them to fight on the Moon.
With their current technology, a round trip to Mars would take two weeks, while sending a lunar rover for an on-site inspection would be much easier.
Besides, providing medical care might give them a chance to obtain Viltrumite biological samples. Perhaps they could find a weakness from them.
Thinking of this, Cecil regretted it.
Back when Nolan still couldn't act, he hadn't gotten hurt. Once he started acting, Cecil had stopped suspecting him.
So Cecil intended to use this opportunity to firmly seize the all-powerful old man's weak spot.
He added, "Oh, right. We'll speak to Debbie and explain everything. We'll make sure nothing goes wrong."
Nolan furrowed his brow, proof that he was thinking.
And it was slowly relaxing. Cecil foresaw his success.
But then Leon raised his relatively intact hand.
"Mr. Cecil, I have a question."
What are you trying to interfere with this time?
Cecil tapped his fingers against the table, putting on a skeptical expression.
This was also why he had come in person.
One of his subordinates had proposed a terrifying hypothesis. He had put it this way:
"Sir, I assume that as a Viltrumite, and