"..."
"Satellite weapons?"
"Smith, are you sure?" The voice on the other end of the phone fell silent for a long time before finally speaking.
"Yes, sir! We've captured footage of that weapon attacking. The Lunar Probe Satellite sponsored by the Hong Mou Group just now was destroyed by that satellite weapon," Smith reported with absolute certainty.
"First they publicly displayed a model of an aerospace combat aircraft last year, and now they've come out with a satellite weapon deployed in actual combat... That Rabbit across the way has really thrown us several tough problems!"
"We had a similar satellite weapon project last century. I remember it was called something like the Rod of God, but that was only a fictional project rumored to the outside world... How does this Rabbit keep getting ahead of us and developing the real thing? What a #￥％#!" The voice on the other end erupted into furious curses, apparently smashing a few things as well.
Only after a long while did the voice speak again. "Smith, organize the information. I need detailed intelligence on this satellite weapon... You know our funding is very limited. We have to come up with sufficient reasons to convince those old fossils to increase our appropriations."
"This is a whole new era. If we want to reclaim the glory of the last century, we'll have to keep working at it! We can't rely solely on funding from major corporate conglomerates like the Hong Mou Group..." the voice on the phone said.
"Yes, sir! I'll get started immediately and have the information on your desk in half an hour." Smith hung up, took a deep breath, issued a few instructions, and hurried away after organizing the information.
As for the Hong Mou Group's board members, John included, once they saw