"Alright, brother!"
Cang Yue jumped down from Jing Mingqiu's shoulder, her fingers transforming into a connecting shape and inserting into the memory core of the Gus obl combat puppet, beginning to read various data.
At the same time, deep within Area 51 in the United States, in a small valley, a tall alien was communicating with the current President of the United States, Saloyan Primo, through Tris Walter.
Suddenly, the remote control on his wristband lit up red, and he stood up abruptly, disbelief filling his eyes.
"What? This is absolutely impossible. Blue Star hasn't even touched the threshold of a Level 1 cosmic civilization, how could it defeat my combat puppet!"
The Gus alien took a large step forward, grabbed Saloyan Primo by the collar, and lifted him up.
"Saloyan Primo! Didn't you say that Dragon Country's technological level is similar to yours? According to intelligence from the puppet's front line, they can not only resist the cutting of the high-frequency vibration claws but also directly withstand the attack of the CLR micro-stream cannon."
"This is absolutely not the level of a Level 1 civilization! Speak quickly, what have you been hiding?"
After hearing Tris Walter's translation, Saloyan Primo was instantly dumbfounded.
"Lord Gus, I truly didn't lie to you. For the past few hundred years, our technological level was indeed stronger than Dragon Country's. They have recently caught up in the past few years and launched a large number of epoch-making black technologies."
After Tris Walter relayed these words, he added, "Lord Gus, he is not lying to you. Dragon Country has indeed developed in recent years. Before, it was the poorest and most backward place in the world. For some reason, it has suddenly risen!"
"Alas, Lord Gus," hearing him say this, Saloyan Primo's eyes suddenly lit up, "Do you think there's a possibility that there's also an alien within the United States, and their technology was all given by aliens."
The Gus alien fell silent for a moment after hearing Saloyan Primo's statement, then nodded gently and put him down. "This possibility is very high. Technology is not isolated; it's interconnected across various fields and develops together."
"If Dragon Country is really that strong and easily destroyed my combat puppets, then as soon as I crash-landed on this planet, they should have come looking for me immediately."
"However, to this day, they haven't appeared. They should be like me, having crash-landed here by accident..."
The tall Gus alien was analyzing intelligence when the ground suddenly began to tremble violently. Immediately, the ceiling above was torn open, and Jing Mingqiu, wearing the Silver Dragon mecha, rushed in.
Upon entering the room, Jing Mingqiu immediately confirmed that the alien cooperating with the United States was him, by the space mecha on the Gus alien, which had a similar manufacturing process to the Gus obl combat puppet.
As the saying goes, fight fire with fire. Jing Mingqiu, without any malicious intent or unnecessary words, drew the specially made high-frequency vibration greatsword from his back and swung it towards the alien's head.
Upon seeing the Silver Dragon mecha on Jing Mingqiu, the Gus alien had no more doubts and definitively identified Jing Mingqiu as an alien.
He dared not directly receive Jing Mingqiu's attack. While dodging, he shouted a string of words to Tris Walter, asking him to translate for Jing Mingqiu.
Tris Walter did not dare to delay. While retreating, he read in broken Chinese.
"Fellow wanderers on the same journey, why must we fight to the death? Blue Star's resources are abundant, and the surrounding planets can provide sufficient fuel. We can cooperate, leave here together, and become rich together!"
Jing Mingqiu could understand the part about cooperation. The person in front of him clearly recognized him as an alien and was preparing to find a way to leave Earth together.
However, Jing Mingqiu was a bit confused about becoming rich. Human civilization was too low a level. The technological products produced would have no buyers if taken out. As for resources, most of the minerals on Earth were basic and commonly found in space, completely unsellable.
To extract more intelligence, Jing Mingqiu slowed his attack, "Cooperation isn't impossible. I've been here for decades and I'm a bit tired of it. However, you have to give me eighty percent of the money we make."
"Eighty percent, that's too much!" the Gus alien flatly refused. "Trading sentient beings is illegal and extremely risky. I need to contact the black market and clear channels. I can give you at most thirty percent."
This statement contained a lot of information, and Jing Mingqiu paused for a moment before feigning a playful tone, "Thirty percent? Are you trying to give handouts to beggars? At least seventy percent, otherwise, it's a fight to the death. Currently, it seems you can't beat me."
"That's not necessarily true!" the Gus alien roared while dodging, "I admit that the space mecha you're wearing is indeed stronger than mine, but this is my home turf. My spaceship is buried below."
"Although it has lost its flight capability now, the weapon system is functioning well. If you push me too hard, I'll directly activate the spaceship, and we'll go down together! Even if you don't die, a large portion of humanity will."
Hearing this, Jing Mingqiu temporarily stopped his attack and activated the mecha's electromagnetic scanning function to probe downwards.
The Gus alien showed no intention of stopping him. Instead, he took two steps back, displaying an air of confidence.
After a brief delay, Jing Mingqiu received the radar feedback. More than twenty meters underground, there were indeed large metallic reactions. Based on the shape, it was highly likely a spaceship was buried there.
"My friend," the Gus alien seized the opportunity to ask, "Do you want to bet whether my spaceship is completely scrapped and cannot be started?"
Betting was out of the question, not because Jing Mingqiu was afraid, but simply because there was no need.
With the system's help, as long as Jing Mingqiu was given enough time, let alone a severely damaged spaceship that crash-landed by accident, even an intact spaceship wouldn't be a concern for Jing Mingqiu.
With this in mind, Jing Mingqiu temporarily put away his weapon, but without any sign of backing down, he coldly snorted, "Don't think you're the only one with a spaceship. If we really fight, you'll definitely die."
"At least sixty percent, otherwise, no one will make this money. I also have channels. Otherwise, I wouldn't have spent so much effort developing medical pods and other technologies to try and improve human survival rates.
"Okay, sixty percent it is, then it's settled. From now on, we are allies. Let me introduce myself, I am a Gus alien, and my name is @%#*—8."
The Gus alien was also afraid of truly provoking Jing Mingqiu to the point of mutual destruction.
After all, in his opinion, Jing Mingqiu's mecha was more advanced than his, and the civilization he belonged to must be more advanced than his. If they were to fight, he would surely lose.
"Tsk tsk," Jing Mingqiu said with disdain, "Your name is too difficult to pronounce. We are both on Blue Star now, so let's follow the local customs. I'll call myself Jing Mingqiu."
"How about this, I'll give you a new name too. Let's use your civilization as a codename, called Gus."
What the Gus alien told Jing Mingqiu was not his real name to begin with. Faced with the new name Jing Mingqiu gave him, he did not object and readily agreed, "That's fine, I'll be called Gus from now on."
Saloyan Primo, huddled in a corner, watched Jing Mingqiu and Gus chatting and laughing, his back already soaked in cold sweat from the immense shock.
He never expected that the Gus alien would cooperate with him to sell humans like livestock, nor did he expect that Jing Mingqiu, the key figure in Dragon Country's sudden rise, was an alien.
After discussing some details of their cooperation with Gus, Jing Mingqiu cast a seemingly casual glance at Saloyan Primo, who was standing nearby.
"These Blue Star people are all money. To avoid losses, I think one country is enough in this world."
"Gus, what do you think?"