Oliver had already left Waltham. He had taken Vichy to Washington, planning to meet with the President.
His objective was, of course, that huge, dark object from last night.
As a successful arms dealer, he smelled money in it.
The military had taken the thing away. If he played dumb and pretended he knew nothing, those people at the White House certainly wouldn't be kind enough to give him a share.
How could he secure any benefits without taking the initiative?
Besides, judging by what had happened yesterday, Oliver felt the White House would probably take action against Phantom Immortal Technology. That was a shared objective, after all.
There was no denying that this operation organized by the United States had been extremely successful. Despite mobilizing so much manpower and so many resources, they had allowed no substantive information to leak online.
In the end, the military simply announced that an emergency military exercise had been held in Waltham, covering the whole affair up.
No one knew whether other countries had obtained accurate intelligence.
In any case, Shen Bing still knew nothing about what had happened there.
Although Phantom Immortal Technology possessed formidable technology, with some of it far beyond the world's most advanced standards, that superiority only extended to certain areas.
For one thing, the two satellites Phantom Immortal Technology had previously launched were primarily intended for communications, with the additional task of monitoring the ground. They were powerless to monitor outer space.
For another, although Qiuqiu was the world's most powerful artificial intelligence, essentially a god of the online world,
that "god" was limited to the online world. The Americans weren't idiots. They knew what Phantom Immortal Technology could do with artificial intelligence and network intrusion, so neither the orders nor the communications for this operation had