Kevin said nothing either.
“This thing is directly tied to an Evolver's cultivation progress.” The president walked back and braced both hands on the table.
“Tell me, if Huaxia's Evolvers train with this every day while ours have nothing, how wide will the gap be after a year?”
The Department of Defense's technical adviser spoke up. "Conservatively, we'll be a full generation behind across the board."
The president closed his eyes for a moment.
“And you can't stop them from coming in,” Robertson added.
“Seventeen units have already entered the country through black-market channels. The military intercepted six. The remaining eleven are in the hands of private Evolvers. They won't hand them over.”
"They bought them?"
"Yes. At an average price of five million dollars each."
The president stood there for a long time.
Then he spoke.
"Send a diplomatic note to Huaxia."
The secretary-general looked up. "Mr. President, what should it say?"
The president gazed at the skyline outside the window. In the distance, a building was under construction. Three months earlier, a Level Three Ferocious Beast that had broken out of its territory had smashed half of it down. The repairs still weren't finished.
“The Human Alliance proposal.”
The secretary-general's pen paused on the paper. Two seconds passed before it moved again.
"Understood."
The Human Alliance.
The term had come up no fewer than ten times since the Mysterious Resurgence.
But over the past few years, whenever someone raised the proposal at the United Nations General Assembly, the United States had always been the first to vote against it.
The reason was simple... influence.
Huaxia had performed far too well since the Mysterious Resurgence. If the Human Alliance were established, Huaxia would hold at least forty percent of the decision-making power.
The United States refused to accept that