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Chapter 310 Analysis of the Bald Eagle

All of this has changed too quickly.

In just one day, from the daytime battle atop the pyramids to the nighttime skirmish that changed hands over tens of thousands of square kilometers of land, the speed of this territorial conquest was enough to terrify any self-proclaimed superpower in the world.

In the bald eagle's nest, known as the Pentagon, the intelligence officers repeatedly confirmed the truth of the situation, but no eagle was willing to believe the documents it saw.

The elderly men who rushed from the luxury villa in the middle of the night looked at each other, their breathing unusually heavy. They could see disbelief in each other's eyes. They had all been rivals who fought and competed against each other, but at this moment they were very grateful for each other's presence, so that they could share the pressure.

Even their most elite troops could not have conquered such a vast territory in such a short time!

Admittedly, judging from the battle high above the pyramids, those with magical powers far surpassed their imagination in terms of individual strength. Even the weakest young man in this battle might have been able to contend with a battleship, while the demon and the old man who appeared later were clearly stronger than the young man.

But the Americans remain confident.

The reason is simple: if a group does not become mainstream and does not appear in the world, it means that it has hidden itself.

The abilities of the individuals in this group are beyond their imagination.

Therefore, in the eyes of the Americans, there is only one reason why this group is so nervous about them: it is because this group is extremely small in number, perhaps even smaller than they can imagine.

Only when such groups are few enough can we explain why they would hide themselves.

It can also be concluded that the war that took place high above the pyramids may have been a very high-level conflict for this group.

According to the strategic analysis department, these think tanks reported that the ratio of the three figures at the top of the pyramid to the total number of people in the group would never exceed the ratio of five-star generals to the total number of people in the Pentagon.

According to their boldest estimates, even with such incredible power, if they wanted to completely conceal their existence, the total number of that species would not exceed one million at most.

Among that group possessing magical powers, there are no more than fifty beings who possess the same level of power as the boy who appeared above the pyramids.

There are probably only a handful of people on the same level as that demon or the elderly person who appeared later.

Analysts, using the most rigorous social simulations, estimated that ordinary members of that group could be equivalent to at most two or three fully armed and well-trained soldiers.

In conclusion, the Americans believe they have the advantage because that group has too many weaknesses. Whether it's the mediocrity of ordinary members or the scarcity of population, they have a hundred ways to make that group subservient to them and use them for their own purposes.

But tonight, the local warlords they had supported sent one distress signal after another to the Pentagon, which also led to...

They rushed over.

Therefore, their previous conclusions were overturned.

Because the number of combatants appearing in that group has now reached over two thousand.

"Now how do you explain this!" The elderly man in military uniform exuded authority without being angry. In addition to his anger, he was also very curious about what these analysts should say.

"General, this is abnormal! Judging from the current numbers, the total number of this race has already exceeded one million!"

The staff officer in charge of the report was sweating profusely. In the data analysis department, the intelligence analysts were working overtime, but they came to an extremely strange conclusion. This new conclusion overturned all the models they had built in advance.

"I don't want to hear your explanations. State your conclusions," the old man said in a deep voice.

The staff officer replied, "The intelligence and analysis departments have reached a consensus that the combat personnel who appeared tonight are at the middle level of that group, and their total number should not exceed 10,000, but is more than 6,000."

Another elderly man suddenly smashed the cup in his hand, enraged: "Does that mean two thousand people can be considered acceptable?!"

All the old men laughed, but their laughter was cold, like the sharp edge of an army of countless bald eagles.

Each of them was a military leader with a large army at their disposal, and they had all experienced the ups and downs of officialdom, so they naturally knew that there was a big problem with the answer they had analyzed.

Because it is obvious to anyone with eyes that there are at least two different groups in that population, the data from the analysis must be divided into multiple parts to cover the behavior of one of the groups.

In that case, the existence of these two thousand-plus combat personnel would be inexplicable.

Faced with the wrath of a powerful figure, the staff members of the think tank didn't dare utter a sound.

They could only wait until the bigwigs had vented their anger before continuing to report the analysis room's conclusions: "Generals, the analysts have concluded that the sociological model we constructed earlier is completely inexplicable. Therefore, we believe that their population may have exceeded our calculations."

An elderly man slammed his hand on the table: "Then how do you explain that the analysis room has never been in our sight?"

The staff officer flipped through a thick stack of documents, found a page, glanced at it, and then repeated to the old man, "The analysis room believes that this may be because they have some more efficient means to cover up their existence, such as the memory deletion in Hollywood blockbusters."

The first to speak, the old general, clearly didn't believe it. He glanced around at his colleagues and adversaries, his tone laced with mockery: "Oh my God, listen to what you're saying! They can even erase memories! Doesn't that mean we have no way of knowing what they want to do?!"

"It's not impossible—but their methods of altering memories should be limited—" Another old man frowned, not echoing the joke: "Don't forget, we've encountered some inexplicable incidents before. They're recorded in the archives, but we couldn't get anything out of the people involved. Today's incident happened because they caused such a commotion; countless witnesses saw it—perhaps their memory-altering methods failed."

The old general's words sent chills down the spines of everyone present.

Having experienced the bald eagle's most glorious era from World War II to the Cold War, they possess a more resilient will and confidence than the younger generation in the current ranks, and are willing and able to face any adversary.

However, human will is always limited.

What if you wake up one day and find that the memories you suddenly wish you had made have made you forget who you are?

What if one day you wake up and find that you have regained your memory after fighting your way through the enemy camp, only to suddenly realize that you killed your entire family?

If one day I wake up to find brothers turning on each other with knives, spouses going to jail for calling the police, and state governments becoming complete strangers to each other —

Even worse, what if the person sitting in the White House has their memory altered and mistakes the red button for the Coke button?

The old men all shivered.

Thank goodness.

Even if those people possessed the power to alter memories, it would be impossible for them to change memories on such a large scale!

Faced with an increasing number of potential enemies, they remained calm, but they truly felt apprehensive about this ability.

This is tricky.