The President had ordered an investigation of the scene. Unfortunately, the surveillance footage from inside the room was completely black. The hallway footage was visible, but showed nothing unusual.
No one knew what had happened in that laboratory.
Could there really have been an alien inside that aircraft? After Noni and the others opened the thing, had the alien gone wild and somehow spirited everyone away?
According to the assembled evidence, only half a minute had passed between the gunshots and the troops outside storming in. Yet there was no blood at the scene whatsoever. Either the alien had not killed anyone, or it could kill without spilling blood—or had simply made everyone vanish off the face of the earth.
Otherwise, were they seriously expecting an alien to clean up the bodies after killing people?
As for how something as enormous as the aircraft had disappeared, wasn't that damned obvious? It was an alien aircraft! Surely the alien knew how to fly its own machine? Even Huaxia had developed stealth technology. Why wouldn't aliens have it too?
Although the President's advisers had also considered the possibility that another country or faction was responsible, they had ultimately dismissed those theories.
The reasoning was simple. Who in this world could pull that off? Could anyone remove a ten-meter-wide monstrosity in just half a minute? What a load of crap!
Now the senior officials in the White House, along with the consortium bigwigs still waiting for news in Washington, were all trembling with fear.
On the one hand, they were disappointed at losing their chance to acquire alien technology. On the other, they feared that aliens would conquer Earth and rob them of everything they had—even their lives.
They pinned their hopes on the escaped alien being a lone individual, without some terrifying