Tris Walt expressed his difficulty, "Mr. President, the amount of petroleum you sent is insufficient. It's hard to break through Jing Mingqiu's mecha defenses..."
"Falk!" Saroyan Primo cursed, then remembered Jing Mingqiu's special mecha that could withstand a nuclear bomb, swallowing the rest of his words.
"Never mind. Since Jing Mingqiu can't be killed by bombing, let's change targets and attack the capital of Longguo directly."
"No problem, Mr. President," Tris Walt readily agreed. "I am calibrating the lightning controller, and I should be able to launch the attack in about an hour and a half."
Saroyan Primo nodded gently. "Good, I understand. Launch the attack as soon as possible. I'll go contact the media and, before Longguo can react, control public opinion to frame it as Longguo attacking its own innocent citizens to prove its innocence."
"This charge is enough to completely disgrace the leadership of Longguo and plunge the country into utter chaos!"
In Longguo, at the Technology Institute in Dongyang City, Jing Mingqiu was strolling through the campus with Mo Ruixue and the others. Xiao Cangyue, who was flying ahead to guide them, suddenly stopped.
"Brother, anomalous fluctuations have been detected. After analysis, it seems someone has used a weather weapon on the capital, preparing to trigger a lightning storm. It has been automatically countered. Shall we retaliate?"
"Causing trouble on my turf, truly living too long," Jing Mingqiu raised an eyebrow. "Yue'er, retaliate directly. The Black House sounds like a bad place. Level it."
Cang Yue responded obediently, "Okay, Brother."
A large mass of dark clouds gathered over the capital of Longguo, with faint flashes of lightning visible as they collided. Saroyan Primo, watching this scene through a satellite, was overjoyed, vaguely envisioning the capital of Longguo littered with corpses under a lightning inferno.
As he was lost in his fantasies, a flash of white light streaked across the sky. The dark clouds over the capital of Longguo rapidly dissipated, the sun shone high in a clear, cloudless sky, as if everything that had just happened was a hallucination.
"Tris! What are you doing! Hurry up and bomb..."
Saroyan Primo pulled out his phone and called Tris Walt. He had only shouted a few words when an extremely sharp electronic interference sound blared from the phone, nearly piercing his eardrum.
"Damn it!" Saroyan Primo forcefully threw his phone to the ground, about to curse the American telecommunications operators for taking money and not doing their job, when the office door was suddenly burst open, and his assistant rushed in, face full of panic.
"General, it's bad! General, it's bad!"
Saroyan Primo was displeased and reprimanded loudly, "What are you shouting about! I've told you several times, I am now the President of the United States, not just a General!"
"Mr. President! It's bad," the assistant quickly corrected. "Large amounts of dark clouds have appeared above us. We seem to be locked onto by Longguo's weather weapon!"
Saroyan Primo completely forgot that he was the one who had attacked the capital, the political center of Longguo, and his face flushed with rage.
"How dare he! Attacking the Black House is a declaration of war on the United States! Does he want to start a world war!"
"Mr. President! Now is not the time to discuss this," the assistant said, sweating profusely. "Let's quickly go to the underground shelter. If we're any later, when the lightning strikes, we'll be turned into charcoal before the world war even begins!"
"Right, right, right, let's hide first, let's hide first!" Saroyan Primo came to his senses, forgetting his anger. He immediately activated a mechanism, and with his assistant, jumped into an escape tunnel to hide underground.
Meanwhile, the dark clouds hovering above the Black House finally accumulated enough energy and descended with a roar.
The few lightning rods erected above the Black House were no match for the weather attack, which included ball lightning and bead lightning. In an instant, they melted into a pool of molten iron.
Half an hour later, under the continuous bombardment of tens of thousands of lightning strikes, the Black House was completely collapsed, leaving only a scorched, blackened ruin!
In the basement beneath the Black House, Saroyan Primo saw this scene and his eyes almost burst with rage. He first called Tris Walt, roaring furiously, "Tris, what are you doing? I told you to bomb Longguo's capital, why did it come to my place!"
Tris Walt also looked wronged. "This really wasn't me. I did indeed control the lightning controller and project a lightning attraction point towards Longguo's capital, but due to insufficient power and interference from some special reasons, the attack failed."
"If I'm not mistaken, the lightning above the Black House was done by Longguo. Didn't they just admit that they recently developed a weather controller?"
"Damn it!" Saroyan Primo was furious. "Wasn't the lightning controller a secret weapon of the Gus people? Why could such a backward place like Longguo develop it!"
Tris Walt tentatively spoke, "Well, about sixty years ago, the Gus people crashed a spaceship on Blue Star. According to the last reported coordinates, the crash site was within Longguo."
"So that's how it is," Saroyan Primo showed a look of sudden realization. "No wonder Longguo's technology has developed so rapidly. No wonder they could research nuclear bombs and hydrogen bombs under a technology blockade. It turns out they got alien technology!" httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
"At first, I thought it was just because the people of Longguo were smart, had good genes, and were hardworking. It turns out they, like me, betrayed humanity and sided with aliens!"
"It's a pity I don't have enough evidence. Otherwise, if I released this news, Longguo could directly become the public enemy of humanity!"
"Wait a minute. Although I don't have evidence, I can forge evidence. The world's public opinion is in my hands, so it's up to me to decide what is right or wrong."
As he was calculating, Saroyan Primo suddenly thought of a crucial point. "Doctor, according to what you said, both sides have lightning controllers. Why was your attack ineffective, but theirs could directly reach the US mainland?"
Tris Walt quickly explained, "This is really not my problem. It's just that the energy is too little! Petroleum is inherently an inefficient energy source, and you only sent 200,000 barrels."
"It was barely enough to activate it. Longguo's lightning controller has been repaired long ago and is powered by a nuclear power plant. The energy is very sufficient. It would be a ghost if I could win! Mr. President, what we need most now is energy!"
"Nuclear power plant?" Saroyan Primo's eyes lit up. "Right, we can also build nuclear power plants. Doctor, I heard that Longguo is already using controlled fusion power plants on a large scale. Do you have any blueprints for a controlled fusion device?"
Tris Walt paused. "I'm not sure about that. Please wait a moment, Mr. President. I need to ask Lord Gus?"
With that, Tris Walt hung up the phone.
Five minutes later, Tris Walt called back, his tone excited, "Mr. President, Lord Gus has agreed. He can provide the complete blueprints, but he has a small request."