Although this approach was not conventional, given the special circumstances, Lewis did not insist further and immediately went to coordinate with the Mutual Aid Society organization.
To do something like this on someone else's turf, you always need their permission, and the venue also needs to be provided by the Mutual Aid Society.
otherwise...
Why make Connor give a televised address from that tiny cubicle?
I reckon the whole world will think he Mutual Aid Society!
The request was not a big deal, and there was nothing about the Joint Fleet's warships that couldn't be photographed, so Lewis's request was quickly approved by the commander on duty.
Once this is settled, the rest will be easy.
It's simply a matter of bringing a filming crew up from the mainland.
Connor, too lazy to make any more trouble, simply recruited filming crews from a local New York television station and sent them to the aircraft carrier by helicopter.
Soon, all the preparations were complete.
The public was also mobilized and publicized the event, giving advance notice of the speech.
Many people who stayed up late following the "alien fleet" news knew that Connor had made connections with "aliens" and was about to give a televised address on the matter, so they had their TVs and computers on early in the morning, waiting for it.
These people number at least in the tens of millions.
And other countries are also paying attention.
They had no way to contact Connor, and Meng Anping, who seemed to know the inside story, didn't offer any explanations. Connor's speech was practically their only source of intelligence at the moment.
Amidst great anticipation, Connor's image soon appeared on television.
He was speaking inside the island superstructure. The command center had moved a space for him; it wasn't particularly large, but it had a window behind him, making it feel spacious, and he could even see the city lights in the distance.
Connor's face on television is serious, yet subtly smiling; his micro-expressions give the audience a sense of "secret delight."
Under the camera's lens, he slowly said:
"Something happened in our world today, and many people are now aware of the whole process. I'm sure you've seen it all on television."
"Yes, we have an exciting group of guests who have arrived off the coast of New York via Spacetime Tunnel. Unlike many others..."
w.
As expected, they did not come with ill intentions; it was a friendly visit.
In fact, we had received the application before they even arrived. During that time, we were constantly verifying its authenticity through various channels. I still can't believe that we would be the first lucky ones.
"We didn't know what to do, so we could only wait passively. And so, today our guest arrived in such a remarkable way on the waters off New York."
As Connor spoke of this, a faint smile appeared on his face.
This gentle yet joyful attitude led most people to subconsciously believe that today's jaw-dropping event was actually just an accident caused by insufficient communication.
Meng Anping, who was following the matter closely with his former colleagues, chuckled.
He spoke so eloquently, yet he knew perfectly well that back then, Connor would call dozens of times a day without ever questioning the authenticity of the Joint Fleet's visit.
Because he fundamentally doesn't believe in parallel universes!
At most, he got a bit obsessed after being given so much perfunctory treatment, and ended up hiring a few experts to study it.
But to say he was lying wouldn't be accurate.
It's simply a difference in the angle and method of describing the same event...
Other countries are also analyzing Connor's words.
In fact, shortly after the Joint Fleet emerged, when they saw the warships sailing out of the Spacetime Tunnel in satellite images, they immediately recalled the intelligence they had received about parallel universes.
Connor's words indirectly confirmed the authenticity of this intelligence.
In an instant, many people felt as if they had been transported to another world.
The world suddenly became a completely unfamiliar place... w.
Aliens, or rather, people from parallel universes, broke the limitations of space and time and appeared before them.
What exactly are these people's motives?
Are they friendly, or are they being watched with predatory intent?
All of this can only be analyzed from Connor's words.
Intelligence analysts from various countries were sweating profusely. While many high-ranking officials were watching from the front of the conference room, they sat in the back, analyzing the information and answering their superiors' questions from time to time.
Fortunately, Connor didn't make things difficult for them.
his
The words were very straightforward.
"It's worth noting that they're not from outer space; they actually come from a parallel universe, from the same 'Earth' as us. But don't worry, our new friends are very friendly."
"Moreover, they brought us advanced and civilized ideas; they were compassionate and established a special organization dedicated to great peace and charitable causes..."
In Connor's understanding, the Mutual Aid Society is essentially a charity, only a large one, large enough to be easily purged with a little effort.
The people finally realized that their country had not been invaded by aliens, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.
They didn't have time to think about why an organization dedicated to charity would own thirty aircraft carrier fleets, or rather, everyone selectively ignored it.
Only the intelligence agencies of various countries felt a strong sense of unease.
If they are not mistaken, Connor is currently giving a live broadcast from the Mutual Aid Society's aircraft carrier, and he has not answered any calls from other countries during this period.
this...
Have they already been kidnapped?
Once this speculation was made, it left no room for anyone to let their imaginations run wild.
Some intelligence agents even tried to analyze how many times Connor blinked, to see if he was blinking Morse code.
In the end, their boss reprimanded them for this idea and told them to be more serious.
What's the point of hijacking?
Could Connor really live on the Mutual Aid Society's aircraft carrier for the rest of his life?
An organization capable of time travel wouldn't do something so basic.
In the midst of the intelligence agents' imagined exchange, Connor had already finished introducing the Mutual Aid Society:
"... We strongly agree with the concept of mutual help and believe it is worth putting into practice. I also look forward to working with both new and old friends to make the world a better place."
He finished speaking in one breath, and the televised address came to an end.
Connor smiled and previewed the upcoming itinerary:
" The Joint Fleet will next visit California. Our friends want to learn more about the world, so they chose California."
California, are you ready?