I have to get lucky right away.

Chapter 193 The Bottom of the Hierarchy of Contempt
Although he didn't particularly like the scientific approach, as the military commander, the giant Hexian wouldn't disregard the facts. He silently estimated the fighting strength of the group of traitors in his mind. Even considering their cowardice and the possibility of them escaping after the battle started, achieving such a result was no easy task.

Not to mention the patrol teams, even the few mechs guarding the entrance (Note ①) would take him, a striker-type Hexian who has already undergone four transformations, some effort to destroy.

Seeing the giant Hexagon remain silent, a Hexagon whose body was more than 95% submerged in the water tank, with only its breathing holes visible, resembling an opaque water curtain, spoke through a device:
"Excluding all low-probability events, there is only one possibility that can explain this situation..."

"Hmph!" The giant Hexian, who immediately understood the meaning of "jellyfish," let out a cold snort: "This is the consequence of your allowing the 'bait' plan to succeed!"

“But without this leniency, the decoy would remain just that—a decoy.” The six-headed Hexagonal shook his head, performing some manipulations, and the sand tray on the round table suddenly began to swirl with a murky color—

"Researching the power known as the gods is the top priority now. Even the highest executive officer cannot change this policy. Only by deciphering the secrets of the gods can we completely take over this miraculous planet."

"But the truth is you've messed up! You've not only lost your prey, but you've even lost your bait!" The feline-like Hexing human sneered sharply. "If things had gone according to plan, you should be closing the net now, shouldn't you? But where's your test subject? Where's the bait?"

"Without a doubt, the decoy has hatched." The Hexian, seemingly unfazed by the sarcasm in the other's words, stated matter-of-factly:
"Yesterday's torrential rain defied the pattern of rainfall, which is similar to the characteristics of the 'Dragon King of the East Sea' encountered during the blitzkrieg in Shanghai. It was also because of the torrential rain that the guards' laser weapons were restricted, which was one of the key factors that led to their crushing defeat."

"What you're saying is meaningless. The problem now is, what if this god grows stronger? It's not twenty years ago anymore. Humanity has clearly realized the importance of gods. Once a new god is born, it will be very difficult for us to suppress it again."

The giant Hexagon flicked its thick tail in annoyance and said solemnly:

"Before a major disaster occurs, immediately activate the spirit detection system and find that guy! The newly born god will give you plenty to study!"

"Impossible!" the six-headed Hexian immediately retorted. "You should understand that we spent nearly twenty years cultivating this seed of faith. If we just take it back like this, without the replenishment of faith, it will soon disappear, just like the eight million gods we destroyed!"
"If we miss this unique piece, who knows how long it will take to get another one! The speed at which human technology is advancing far exceeds our research progress on the gods. If this continues, are you going to watch humans use god-powered spaceships to colonize us?"

"That's hundreds of years from now!" The giant Hexagon stood up, his head almost touching the ceiling. His enormous body loomed over the table, as if he could swallow six Hexagons whole with a single bite.

"The problem now is that this deity is growing at an astonishing rate. Right now, those little mice are still keeping it hidden, but what if they suddenly realize something and get that neighboring country to bestow an official title upon it and incorporate it into that Heavenly Court system? We'd be handing them a nail! At that point, it would be a blessing if we weren't the ones being studied!"

Despite the gaping maw so close at hand, the six-headed Hexagonal alien showed no fear, maintaining its icy tone:
"Losing Area 11, or even all the concessions on this planet, doesn't matter. At worst, we can just escape back to our home planet. With Earth's technology, it's impossible for us to catch up. But if we miss this opportunity, it will be very difficult to find a second one!"

"You lunatics on research ships, you always treat poisonous creatures like pets!" "You bunch of violent lunatics, you have no idea how important gods are!"

Seeing the two sides locked in a tense standoff, the Gilling-Scaled Hexian, who had remained silent until now and was also the nominal highest-ranking official in the Hexian Concession, finally clapped his hands:
“Both of you have a point. We can’t let the gods go unchecked, but we can’t let such a good opportunity slip by either. But whether we’re going to study them or destroy them, we have to find them first, right?”

“Agreed.” The cat-like alien placed its front paws on the table, narrowed its eyes, and revealed a malicious expression. “Aren’t those traitors all eyeing the vacant seats on the Guidance Committee? Let them take the lead. Don’t the anti-Kochian front like killing? Put a locator on each of them, and we can collect combat data.”

"Good idea." While the six-headed Hex alien verbally agreed, their gaze fell upon the jellyfish Hex alien. As the water tank's temperature slowly rose, the condensation equipment began operating, raising the temperature in the conference room by more than two degrees in a very short time. With a low, pulsating sound, the jellyfish Hex alien spoke through the equipment:
"The plan is feasible, but those traitors probably won't believe us if we just say it's a sampling device. We need to redesign the plan. Also, we need to consider the problem of the commonly used frequency bands being blocked. Using biomass sensing would be better..."

……

A black sedan was parked outside the office building. An ordinary-looking old man, accompanied by his driver, walked into the building, looking like a director who was inspecting his own company.

However, several elderly men had arrived in just over ten minutes, prompting those unaware of the situation to marvel at how such a small advertising company could have such a group of dedicated executives.

"Shijo-kun, you're too late!"

As the old man entered the conference room, reprimands immediately erupted, but the man called Shijo showed no remorse, merely coldly stating:
"This is the time you notified me of. If you want me to arrive earlier, move the time forward. In the current situation, every extra second is a risk. I'm not ready to die yet!"

The old men were a little embarrassed by the four men's open mockery, but they knew that now was not the time to argue. They were able to control their emotions when facing these rivals who had been fighting and cooperating since their fathers, grandfathers, and great-grandfathers.

"In short, Mr. Tokugawa, what exactly is the situation?"

Seeing the atmosphere getting a bit stiff, the least important person took the initiative to break the ice. The old man, known as Tokugawa, took a deep breath and turned his computer screen towards the group:
[The troops under the jurisdiction of the Yuta City Gui Xie Committee must receive the new equipment within 48 hours.]

(End of this chapter)