At this moment, Alstreim's entire being became hysterical.
Since two years ago when Long Village first exported its eagle drone to the Sand Camel, his authority that once stood atop the peak among billions of people in the world has been severely challenged.
His last glory was only a year and a half ago when Long Village required them to take responsibility for the attack on Long Village's rocket engine, and publicly apologize. That time, they not only didn't apologize but even directly turned the tables, reversing the blame and laying the responsibility on Long Village, even demanding that Long Village apologize to them!
At that time, Long Village could only grit their teeth and swallow their bitterness with blood.
Then, the whole world was laughing at Long Village!
Then, the Black Eagle Village, as before countless times, once again demonstrated their strength in front of the world.
Pointing deer to a horse, reversing black and white, no one dared to say anything to them.
However, that time was the last of their glory!
Since then, their glory has begun to disappear at an alarming speed.
To this day, they have left but they have nothing left to leave!
And Long Village is still pursuing them to the end, seeking complete annihilation!
Just thinking about these things, Alstreim's originally red eyes turned even blacker!
However――
"Sorry sir, I'm afraid I can't convey your order..."
Facing Alstreim's hysterical screams, Preston did not react in the same way as he had in the past. Instead, he responded with a poker face.
"?????"
Hearing Preston's emotionless voice, Alstreim's eyes, which were nearly predatory, directly fixed on the other person.
At this time, under Alstreim's gaze, which was as predatory as a human's, Preston still responded with a poker face:
"I'm sorry, Mr. Alstreim, a short while ago, the Round Table Team convened an emergency meeting and you have been dismissed..."
Dismissed?
Alstreim's pupils suddenly constricted.
Then, an unparalleled anger erupted from the depths of his heart!
His already hysterical face became even more terrifying: "Preston! Do you know what you're saying?"
"……” Preston remained silent.
Of course, he knows what he's saying.
He knows even more that Alstreim's time has passed.
With each successive failure, the Black and White Eagle Village needs someone to blame.
More importantly, they need someone who can let their people vent their anger!
And this person can only be Alstreim!
As for the others, not to mention whether they have the weight to do so, even if they do, no one is willing to step forward to take the blame at this time.
The collapse of the throne brings not only the loss of political and social status, but also the complete economic collapse!
The result of the economic collapse is the uncontrollable anger of the people, who will directly tear the person who has made them lose their wealth to pieces!
In the past, they could shift their conflicts through war, but now, the war has ground to a halt.
Alstreim will bear all the responsibility!
Seeing Preston's silence, Alstreim's face grew increasingly terrifying.
He even resorted to physical action, pulling out the needle from his hand and throwing it away, then struggled to get up.
Seeing this, Preston wanted to say something.
However, this time, Alstreim had no interest in Preston.
No matter what Preston said, Alstreim ignored him. Not long after, Alstreim's figure disappeared directly into the intensive care unit.
...
In the boardroom――
All the members of the Round Table Team were gathered together.
However, no one said a word.
The hundreds of square meters boardroom was completely silent, with even the sound of a falling pin discernible.
The conference room was filled with smoke, as the scent of custom cigars enveloped half of the room...
I don't know how long it lasted...
Bang!
The conference room door suddenly swung open, followed by a figure rushing in directly from outside.
Before the others in the conference room could think much, a hysterical voice erupted within the room:
"I don't care what you're thinking right now, the only way we can put Long Village under pressure is to use the mushroom at any cost!"
"Only the mushroom can make those bastard Long Village people recognize our strength, only the mushroom can help us restore order!"
"Now, we must do it immediately! Right now! Launch the logs at those goddamn camels!"
Turning to the source of the voice, a pale face with bloodshot eyes became visible to everyone.
It was none other than Alstreim who had just left the intensive care unit!
At this moment, his expression was even more ferocious.
With the already pale face due to illness, Alstreim looked like something straight out of a vampire horror movie.
Everyone in the room, except for the middle-aged man in front, furrowed their brows when they saw Alstreim.
Even many of them had a barely concealed look of disgust flicker across their eyes.
As for the person in charge, his joy was not because Alstreim was okay, but because Alstreim had woken up.
Unconsciously, he wanted to speak, letting Alstreim return to the position that originally belonged to him.
He had coveted this position for countless nights and days, but now, he had no attachment to it at all.
It's not that he doesn't want to sit in this position, but that he is being carried here by the Round Table Group.
Jokingly, what's the point of sitting here now?
Waiting to be the next scapegoat?
The building is about to collapse, and there are already nails sticking out all over the place. Whoever sits here will get a hole in their behind...
Although he wanted to speak, the words had not yet been uttered from the person in charge's mouth when a voice suddenly rang out:
"Mr. Alstreim, your current health does not support you making any correct decisions. For your health's sake, it would be best for you to rest and recover first before participating in any decision-making..."
Turning to look, the speaker was an elderly, rotund member of the Round Table Group.
"Smith, whatever you're thinking, I know. However, no matter what you want to do, your only option now is to put Long Village under pressure. If not, your power, your status, and your wealth will all become illusions!"
"This is your last chance! You have no other choice!!"
Without paying attention to the elderly member of the Round Table Group, Alstreim stared at him with his bloodshot eyes, even everyone else in the room.
Upon hearing this, everyone in the room looked somewhat uncomfortable.
After a long time, one of them finally spoke.
"Alstreim, do you know what has happened during your coma?"
"I know it for sure!" Alstreim responded without hesitation.
"So you should be aware that it's not a matter of whether we want to use the mushroom or not!" the person who had just spoken retorted haughtily.
"No! Now is the time, and also the last time!" Alstreim stared directly at him and spoke fiercely.
Upon hearing this, the person who had just spoken immediately showed a cold smile:
"Alstreim, if you want to die, that's your business, but don't take us all with you!"
"Planting mushrooms? That sounds good, but how do you do it? Long Village just eliminated our eight strategic black fish without a word, and we didn't even have a chance to react!"
"Tell me, how are we supposed to plant mushrooms?"
While speaking, the person directly threw a document in front of Alstreim, followed by another cold laugh:
"This is the information released by Long Village just now. They have manufactured an unknown number of Chiwen-level attack black fish without us realizing it!"
"These attack black fish are each capable of wiping out an entire fleet! They can even carry intercontinental ballistic missiles for submarine launches, allowing them to plant mushrooms on us without our detection!!"
"That's how?" Alstreim looked at him angrily, "Just some attacking black fish, can they defend against our mushrooms? Can we defend against their mushrooms?"
Upon hearing this, everyone in the room exchanged a look before the previously speaking elderly member of the Round Table Group shook his head slightly and said:
"Alstreim, your current state of mind is not suitable for making decisions. Preston, take Alstreim back to rest..."
Upon hearing this, Preston, who had followed Alstreim, looked at the others and seeing that they had no objections, he could only lead the two attendants forward and forcefully supported Alstreim.
"Preston! You dare!!"
Being held by the two attendants, Alstreim became extremely angry.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Alstreim, your body needs rest..."
Facing the enraged Alstreim, Preston did not say much, directly carrying Alstreim out of the conference room.
Although he is Alstreim's loyal aide, in a sense, they are in a mutually beneficial and mutually detrimental relationship.
But as the saying goes, once a tree falls, the monkeys scatter.
Alstreim's career is over; this is the decision of the Round Table. In Black and White Eagle Village, although the Round Table only has partial rights on the surface, in reality, everything in Black and White Eagle Village is decided by the Round Table, or rather, by the financial conglomerates behind it!
If these financial conglomerates are not satisfied, they can replace him at any time, even with special means!
In the history of Black and White Eagle Village, such incidents have not occurred only once. Which of the administrators with their big brains have not been like this?
Do you really think that without their authorization and control, someone could bypass so many security defenses and attack the administrators? Don't they care about the reputation of Black and White Eagle Village?
Under such circumstances, he naturally wouldn't continue to follow Alstreim and rush headfirst into death...
"Let me go!"
"Fucking hell! Bitch!!"
"Smith! Field! Pierce! Fucking Squid! You'll regret it!!"
"..."
Alstreim's hysterical struggles and shouts continued one after another.
Until finally, with the closing of the conference room door, the entire room fell back into silence.
Now no one cared about Alstreim, even though just a short while ago, he had been sitting at the top of the Round Table Group's conference table...
"Everyone, please share your thoughts on what we should do next?"
After what felt like an eternity, a voice finally echoed again in the conference room.
Upon hearing this, the others looked at each other, and after another half-hour of silence, another voice finally whispered softly:
"Negotiate for reconciliation..."
Upon hearing this, all the attendees furrowed their brows.
At this time, the person who had just spoken continued:
"Now we have only two options. Either we completely tear our faces off and destroy Long Village along with ourselves, or we can only negotiate, restore the normal order through negotiation..."
"Completely tearing our faces off, opening the Pandora's Box is no longer realistic. Our underwater strategic forces are now down to half, and there are still countless Chiwen watching us underwater!"
"It's certain that even though there's no concrete evidence and Long Village hasn't openly admitted it, the eight black fish incident we had before must have been the work of Long Village. It's clear that this is a warning from Long Village to us!"
"It can be anticipated that if we really intend to turn our backs on Long Village, they will likely take further measures against us in response!"
"So far, except for Long Village's public information, we have learned nothing about the Chiwen. Similarly, we don't know if our remaining underwater strategic forces are being targeted!"
"If our underwater forces are indeed targeted by Long Village, once they are completely destroyed, we will lose our underwater mushroom deterrence!"
"Conversely, Long Village can freely and recklessly use the mushroom deterrence against us from underwater!"
At this point, the speaker paused for a moment, then took out a USB drive and handed it to the attendant behind him.
The attendant understood and quickly connected the USB drive to the conference terminal in the meeting room.
Shortly after, a series of messages rapidly appeared on the large screen at the front of the conference room.
At the same time, the voice again rang out:
"This is the data recently transmitted from Polar Bear Village. The contents are information about Long Village's strategic black fish..."
Strategic black fish?
Upon hearing this name, everyone in the room felt a shock.
"This strategic black fish, the code name of Long Village is, full load displacement of 36,000 tons, capable of carrying 40 nkh-5B type submarine launched intercontinental ballistic missiles with a range of up to 16,000 kilometers!"
"These intercontinental ballistic missiles can carry up to eight 250,000-ton-class blue mushrooms..."
"At the limit, one strategic black fish can carry up to 320 250,000-ton-class blue mushrooms at a time!"
320 250,000-ton-class blue mushrooms?
Upon hearing this number, everyone in the room felt their hair stand on end.
They couldn't imagine how terrifying it must be to have so many blue mushrooms carried by a black fish!
Before, they had used two or three 20,000-ton-level mushrooms to destroy two cities in East Village.
Now, with 320 250,000-ton-class blue mushrooms, even at the minimum level of destruction, it could destroy at least 320 cities!
Three hundred twenty cities is an enormous number, equivalent to the size of a small country.
They only have less than 300 cities in Black and White Eagle Village, each with a population of over 100,000.
In other words, in a theoretical scenario, one such black fish could potentially devastate all of their major cities.
Insane!
Although it's just a theory, considering the distance between cities, even an original log carrying eight mushroom warheads would have a hard time covering more than two cities.
However, Long Village only needs ten of them, and even if one log carries just one mushroom, that's still 400 mushrooms!
If all carry million-ton or five million-ton warheads, then 400 such mushrooms could easily destroy even their supercities!
At the thought of this, everyone felt a dryness in their throats and couldn't help but swallow heavily.
"They...shouldn't have that many green mushrooms, right?"
After what felt like an eternity, a dry and hoarse voice finally rang out in the conference room.
Upon hearing this, the others also forcibly pulled themselves out of the uncontrollable fear and instinctively began to consider the possibilities.
However, another voice followed shortly after:
"The green mushrooms might be fake, but with Long Village's strength, they can definitely manufacture an equal number and scale of ordinary mushrooms..."
For a moment, everyone fell silent.
