Chapter 846: NO．215：Although I

NO．215：Although I'm almost figuring it out.

In fact, as early as when Abulu decided to turn to Aomo's side, he was willing to provide all the information he currently had.

The headquarters of the Alien Business Alliance had already been exposed.

——Inside a different space, the large airship's corresponding main cargo space is located at a medium Earth orbit 2148 kilometers high.

It's a somewhat troublesome position to strike, but not especially so; given the high threat of the case, it's not unbelievable that even the military's star ships would join the encirclement.

Just as defeating a monster in a tokusatsu film doesn't solve the social issues it mirrors, destroying the headquarters doesn't mean solving the problem; rather, it's a foolish act of destroying the main evidence and clues.

Sending agents to conduct infiltration and intelligence gathering, or directly carrying out a sweep and arrest—such calls are high both in the police and the URA Association, but for a time they struggled with how to implement it.

After all, this alliance itself is still a secretive small-circle organization, and while its entry channels are already narrow, in this critical period they would more easily arouse suspicion.

Although Abulu had already, following Aomo's and others' advice, secretly turned himself in to the police and become one of the informants.

But asking him to recommend multiple new members in a row at this juncture is still too unrealistic.

Moreover, he had already recommended the quite eye-catching Aomo Lindun/Mefeilas alien.

The decision was made too quickly, the execution too swift and decisive—Aomo Lindun's group, with an efficiency far surpassing that of the police and the association still needing to meet and discuss, had already prepared everything by the morning after Abulu's surrender.

While providing a sample case for both sides' infiltration plans to use as preparation reference, it also blocked both sides' expectations of Abulu.

——Originally they still planned to have the informant Abulu help them plant people, but Aomo not only got there first, he also made things rather suspicious, which amounted to contaminating the channel.

At this point, anyone Abulu recommends would likely be seen by the alliance internals as associated with the 'Mefeilas alien', which would be a terrible start.

One can imagine, but when both sides received this news, they didn't hold back on their complaints.

But such complaining, aside from making Aomo's nose itch, was meaningless; they ultimately could only, via Abulu's information, try to contact other possibly wavering 'Peace Faction' members and attempt to follow the route of those members.

This obviously would make their actual move much later than Aomo's side, after all, probing targets and persuading them to turn good isn't something done instantly.

Even the association would be later than the police station.

Because compared to the professional security department handling this, the URA Association is not only amateurish but also a rather bloated organization; just holding meetings to discuss solving this problem can drag on for a while.

Selecting operational personnel and issuing orders during actual operations, they could usually drag things out by two shifts, and might also disagree, leading to problems—according to the speculation of Zhouri Ningjing and Ludaofu Xiangzheng's side, this is highly likely to happen.

But in fact, the pressure of having little time left usually brings out their unexpected potential.

PM1:32, Alien Business Union Headquarters.

Aomo, or rather the Mefeilas alien, had just finished 'touring' every part of this spaceship, and shortly after 'helplessly' throwing three provocative punches at alien seniors to establish dominance, he was again summoned by the Alliance Leader.

Being enthusiastically recommended by the Alliance Leader, he was introduced to those… newcomers who had joined less than two hours after him.

Looking at these equally odd-looking 'new members', the Mefeilas alien kept a blank expression, merely silently activating the receive function of his built‑in communicator, and, as if in tacit understanding, heard Zhouri Ningjing and Bicuikes' voices introducing the people before him.

During this, Qianming and Ludaofu added their comments from the side.

One could tell that Zhouri Ningjing, the committee member, obviously wasn't very trusted by the association's side.

Some mercenaries' actions were completely outside her awareness, whereas the Xiangzheng family's intelligence network and Qianming's 'sibling‑relationship network' were far superior.

What a pity……

What a great chance to mock……

The Mefeilas alien could only silently keep his feelings bottled up, merely looking at each unfamiliar or familiar alien appearance and matching it with the direct auditory‑nerve identification to make a mark.

At the same time, he simply greeted those who were friendly or hostile, judging in his mind that a few wanted to share information from him, while a few sought to gain trust by opposing him.

For a moment, it felt like he had stepped onto the set of a Werewolf game.

There were wolf‑person friends who seemed eager to cooperate, and there were those who tried to step on him to shake off suspicion and mingle into higher‑rank wolf‑on‑wolf friends.

Moreover, these aliens… were the real deal.

The aliens who usually worked as plainclothes and informants for the police, and the alien mercenaries hired by the URA Association, together formed this rookie team; but when the numbers were done, it turned out that he was the only one who was neither a businessman nor an alien.

It was rather subtle.

This subtlety reached its peak when two cicada‑people on the spot exposed him as Aomo Lindun, a spy, but lacking concrete evidence, he counter‑identified his identity and, using the Mefeilas alien's electronic‑operation ability, went online on the spot to point out the flaws in the identity forgery.

They indeed each had their own entrepreneur identities, but compared to Aomo's side, which mobilized multi‑party assistance with an official‑backed background, these 'rookies' preparations, although similarly backed by official support from their respective sides, were clearly inferior in substance.

They were also uneven.

Even the identities of those two cicada‑people could be exposed on the spot by Aomo for their flaws, showing how shoddy they were and giving a strong sense of being rushed into action.

He strongly suspected that the Hippolite alien, who had Jibalis conducting simulations and deep inspection, already understood the problem, and letting him in just for everyone to meet was itself a test.

And the Mefeilas alien had no reason to suffer such an attack without responding.

So those two cicada‑people mercenaries were executed, pierced through the body by a lightning‑like beam emitted from the Hippolite alien's eyes, and collapsed instantly without a sound.

It was too subtle…… As he looked at those two corpses, he thought.

In the aliens' dog‑eat‑dog world, the sole non‑alien, the earthly demon, watched cold‑eyed; it was already obvious who the wolf was.

But these aliens really don't care about souls at all……

Gazing at the spot where the aliens killed by the Hippolite eye‑gun lay, Aomo's heart rose with this sigh; seeing the two floating semi‑transparent silhouettes raise their middle fingers at him, while the Alliance Leader continued chatting with his other allies, as if he couldn't see this scene.

Then he saw those two spirits, as if being pulled by some force, struggling, being 'dragged' toward the left wall.

This was normal…… The Mefeilas alien, who had taken in this scene, spoke in his usual gentle tone with the Pite alien whose identity was 'entrepreneur of the investment horse‑girl health center'.

In this world where soul‑studies are so widely known, these merchants, whose brains should still be fairly sharp, would not leave such a huge loophole.

The worst possibility is that if one dies here, it's a real death, and the character fragments might not be able to be pieced back together.

At this moment one could also see the rookies becoming comparatively tense—although most of their stiff facial features made expressions hard to read, even changes in gaze, the subtle shifts in their voices still revealed their timidity.

And this Alliance Leader seemed to be exactly enjoying this change, as everyone gradually dispersed and he specially summoned Aomo to his side, he then spoke bluntly:

"How ridiculous, using such a flaw‑ridden disguise to pose as a bold entrepreneur."

"Learning to walk in Handan—I really dislike this Dongyan proverb—but considering the Alliance Leader's plan is imminent, it's not hard to understand."

"Yeah, it's just a little over a day."

The Hippolite alien raised his hand, pointing at the not‑far‑away screen; right now they were in a hall, with many aliens gathering here, and the distant large screen displayed a changing table, with constantly flowing data and a highly intuitive value shift:

【1021】, a very intuitive computational variable.

Your addition made its plan suddenly jump to over seven hundred contingency plans.

"Really tough, Gilbaris," Mephilas sighed, "Has he already figured out all the problems?"

"'He'?" The Hippolite Starperson, who found the address to Mephilas slightly surprising, withdrew his hands behind his back, "Not only it, these past two days, many people have lost contact, many have worked harder, and today many have suddenly joined."

On the eve of creating a legend, there will always be hardships; the timid still don't know what they missed, the challengers also don't know what they face, and even our allies and investors don't know what history they will write.

"This sounds like the opening speech of the first horse girl race after the reform," Mephilas smiled.

Yes, that race is also similarly opening a new chapter, so it has received unprecedented attention it never had before.

So it was also chosen by you, Alliance Lord, as the trading location.

Of course, that's an excellent location," the Hippolite Starperson laughed happily, facing those clear and hidden gazes, "Demon fragments, artificial Belial—some people die and that's it, but others can still come back to life and function; life and death are never eternal, only value is eternal, don't you think? Mephilas.

I have to agree, but I've always been curious about the source of everyone's confidence; I think this is also the direction most anticipated by the other new members of Rapid Advance.

You're really impatient, Mephilas.

After all, there's only a day and a half left, Alliance Lord; I intend to deepen the cooperation, provided I can truly join the plan.

You actually have such confidence?

I've heard that it can immobilize anyone, including Ultraman Warriors, the same 'Hippolite Tar'; it's not a secretion from the Hippolite Starperson's body, but a special compound extracted from the inhabitants of a certain planet in the universe.

"Are you the Ababu Tribe?" Blaming that human manga, our tribe's secret isn't even a rumor anymore," the Hippolite Starperson sighed.

By relying on weather control satellites, making oneself a god, deceiving that tribe into worshipping oneself as a god, regularly offering corpses as tribute, then being processed by your clan into that 'Hippolite Tar'—I, based on this deed, determine that you would not be foolish to challenge the Terra Federation with the alliance's power, and thus I am willing to stake on you.

So you're hoping to see power beyond the alliance? Mephilas.

After all, I'm not merely hoping for Ultraman to turn into a bronze statue; Alliance Lord, rather, whether Ultraman is defeated is not important to me; I only want to see the benefits you promised, comparable to those of 6.6 billion bioweapons.

Mephilas whispered softly, even though countless gazes are still focused on him.

That sounds like the boast of having already swallowed the entire galaxy, hoping it won't be much ado about nothing.

Much ado about nothing?

Jidong proverb, I don't like it much, just like the East Flame proverb where the thunder is loud but the rain is small, always disappointing.

I don't like it either; then it's perfect—join the supervision team for the Monster Factory tomorrow, Mephilas.

The supervision team for the Monster Factory?

Yes, join it, and you'll see our reliance, which matches the power of the 6.6 billion bioweapons you once hoped for.

That is truly something to look forward to.