Morgan expressed great satisfaction with this choice.
The entire plan is now in place.
We're just waiting for that final push.
As long as the remaining 20% of the data is modified or destroyed... Morgan will still be Morgan.
Morgan rose and instructed his butler and servants to prepare to leave the current bunker and head to another refuge.
Everything is still uncertain, and he cannot stay in one place for long.
He had always been very wary of that mysterious Mutual Aid Society.
There's no other reason than that it was an external force.
Moreover, it possesses formidable hard power.
Morgan didn't know what the purpose of the giant robot Pangu was, but he did know how advanced the technology required to build such a thing.
This is a powerful, unfamiliar organization that has no connection to the local area...
If you were to consider it as a person, it would be a born killer!
Like other forces in this world, whether it's a country or an organization, even if they can't achieve complete control, they can still get the other party to give them some face.
After all, they are powerful and have been active for a long time, with intricate relationships with many interest groups in various parts of the world.
They all usually have some interaction, and their interests are even deeply intertwined. Even if they suspect that the Doomsday Plan was orchestrated by them, as long as he sends Mather out as a scapegoat and concedes some benefits, they can probably still get through this peacefully.
At least it's peaceful for now.
Human relationships, laws, and various unspoken rules...
These form a huge, deep-seated net.
Breaking this vast network they've woven over hundreds of years will be incredibly difficult for any power in this world.
But all of this can only be applied to domestic forces.
This doesn't mean that an external force like the Mutual Aid Society from a parallel universe would give them this much face.
Even the biggest net can't hold those steel feet...
Who knows, once the Mutual Aid Society hears the truth, they might just send down justice and crush them flat with that giant robot's 40+++ yards feet!
Human relationships?
They had never been in contact.
Where does this affection come from?
law?
Unspoken rules?
When the time comes, Mutual Aid Society can do is say, "I don't know," and what can they do?
Can the paper dolls that were stepped on by the mechs come back to life?
Therefore now
In such situations, maintaining mobility and being ready to make a strategic shift at any time is of utmost importance!
The more established a power is, the more it fears these suddenly appearing reckless fools; they've had countless of them hanged in the last century.
They showed absolutely no respect.
So Morgan quickly shifted his strategy with his men.
At the same time, he also reminded others to remember the strategic shift.
After speaking with Cheng Wanli, Mather finally softened his hardened stance.
Cheng Wanli had been probing and warning me over the phone.
He responded with "uh-huh" to the warning.
When he was being probed, he just nodded.
He wouldn't have dared to speak like that if he weren't hundreds of meters underground.
Cheng Wanli wasn't angry. At the end of the call, he even wished him good health, happiness, and joy.
"Sir," the female secretary, dressed in a black business suit, approached carrying a stack of documents, "These are the matters that need to be handled recently, and also, the weather outside is getting worse."
"The impact of the high-temperature plasma emitted by that organization on the climate has begun to weaken."
"So, the temperature is starting to drop again?"
Yes, the national average temperature has now dropped to 30.2℉.
One degree below zero...
Mather touched his face.
This temperature doesn't even seem as high as in South America, where it's already minus eight degrees Celsius.
The problem is, they're in the Northern Hemisphere.
It's summer now!
Their situation is much worse than in South America!
Mather was very troubled. "Do we have any other ways to improve the climate? Like CW-8, which has the opposite effect of CW-7?"
"We don't have that kind of thing, sir," the secretary said helplessly.
"Things are chaotic outside right now, so we think you should give a speech in front of the public to give them confidence and warmth in person."
That seems to make sense.
Mather thought back and realized that he hadn't paid much attention to outside affairs since the temperature dropped, and his reputation and public image had plummeted. Now that things had stabilized, he could go out and gain some popularity.
Anyway, he doesn't need to deal with the temperature drop.
Then you can link yourself to that Mutual Aid Society and say that you have already reached a cooperation agreement with them.
In this way, he would naturally get a share of the credit after the temperature rose.
Mather, with his mind racing, got up and followed his female secretary out.
walk out
Beyond the office is a long corridor, or rather, a tunnel.
The lights in the underground base were dim.
The female secretary, dressed in a black women's suit, walked ahead, looking somewhat like a ghostly figure, almost blending into the darkness in the distance.
Tap tap tap...
The sound of high heels echoed.
Mather abruptly stopped in her tracks, the sound of her high heels also ceasing.
His face inexplicably turned terrified, an expression he couldn't quite conceal, his jaw trembling. "I've thought about it. The weather outside is abnormal right now, there's too much uncertainty. Let's cancel the speech."
The female secretary turned around and looked at him strangely. "Sir, you absolutely must go. If you don't, you'll be impeached and dismissed."
"To be honest, your performance before was extremely incompetent."
Impeachment, dismissal...
Without this skin, wouldn't he be running naked in Typhoon?
Mather looked very unwell.
But should I go out and give a speech now?
There's nothing wrong with this, but it's strange!
Looking at the pitch-black corridor and the darkness ahead, he felt as if it were a gaping maw waiting to devour him, begging him to walk in step by step.
The female secretary was quite helpless, seemingly unable to understand why her boss had suddenly become so timid since the global temperature drop began, and could only reiterate:
"Please depart immediately, sir."
"The car is ready."
On the other side.
Zhang Tianyuan is communicating with Cheng Wanli.
Old Cheng threw the latest news he had received onto the table and said meaningfully, "The latest news is that Mather's medical records have been updated. Compared to the ones we got just two days ago, there's been a lot of 'juicy' new information."
"It seems he's going to be diagnosed with a mental illness."
Zhang Tianyuan picked up the two documents and compared them.
"It seems his backers have started making their move. Have you identified them?"
"We've already identified them." Cheng Wanli calmly took out a series of photos, which Zhang Tianyuan scanned one by one, immediately memorizing their names.
These are all very famous surnames.
"They don't realize that when the fishpond is drained, the best way to hide is to stay put, not to hop and crawl into the mud..."
Zhang Tianyuan smiled.
"They probably just don't know the water has been drained."