"Lin, translator." Cross's voice was not loud, but in the silent atmosphere, it was like a bolt from the blue, which gave translator Lin a startle.

Translator Lin had messy hair and dark circles under his eyes as if he had been smoked. He stood out trembling, feeling extremely miserable!

Ever since the aliens came, he had been caught to be a translator. He had been studying those scribbled alien characters day and night, and his hair was almost falling out, but he still couldn't figure out what they meant.

He almost wanted to cry out to Cross: Brother, you speak Earth language better than me, what's the use of me as a translator!

But he only dared to think about this in his heart, and he had to put on a flattering smile on his face: "Lord Cross, I... I have been trying hard to study your language, but..."

Cross ignored Lin's explanation and just stared at him with his blue eyes, which made his scalp tingle.

"Translation, cooperation." Cross repeated again, his tone stiff and with a sense of unquestionableness.

Translator Lin was in tears. What kind of cooperation is this? Please explain it clearly!

He could only bite the bullet and stammer as he translated Cross's words to the alliance members present.

"He said...he wanted us to translate and cooperate..."

"Cooperation? Bullshit cooperation!" The representative of the hawkish faction of the Qian Alliance, a burly bald man, couldn't help but swear. "I think they just want to delay time. They must be planning some evil tricks! In my opinion, we should take the initiative and give them a burst of bullets!"

The representative of the dove faction of the Zhao Alliance, a middle-aged man wearing glasses and looking gentle and refined, immediately retorted: "Brother Qian, be careful with your words! We should mainly use diplomatic means, and the best policy is to resolve the dispute peacefully. Rashly starting a war will only intensify the conflict and will not do us any good!"

"Peaceful solution? You want to talk peace to the aliens? Why don't you talk to them about love and justice?" The hawks of the Qian Alliance sneered, "They are already shitting on our heads, and you are still thinking about peace? I think you are scared!"

Seeing that the two factions were about to quarrel again, Li Lianmeng diplomat quickly stepped out to mediate: "You two, calm down! The most important thing now is to figure out the aliens' intentions. There is no point in blindly arguing."

Diplomat Li Lianmeng was also feeling miserable. He prided himself on being a great eloquent man who could make the dead appear alive, but facing these aliens, his diplomatic rhetoric was completely ineffective.

They don't talk to you in any reasonable way, they just show off their technology and muscles to you. It's simply a dimensionality reduction attack!

He tried to say to the aliens: "Dear Mr. Cross, we are very willing to cooperate with you, but before that, we hope to learn more about your civilization and your way of cooperation..."

However, Cross just looked at him expressionlessly, as if he was looking at a clown.

Then, Cross took control of the spacecraft again and demonstrated a series of dazzling technologies.

Sometimes the spacecraft turns into a huge laser sword, drawing dazzling streaks of light in the air; sometimes it turns into a huge shield, blocking a whistling meteorite; it can even turn into a huge loudspeaker, emitting deafening sound waves that make people dizzy.

The members of the alliance were stunned, and those who had originally still held out hope were now in complete despair.

How can we fight this?

Their technology is hundreds of years ahead of the Earth!

"What exactly do they want to do?" Chen Yao held Mou Xuan's arm tightly, her voice trembling.

Mou Xuan frowned, and he was also trying to analyze Cross's intentions.

Showing off technology?

Show of force?

Or... is there another plan?

He always felt that there was a deeper purpose behind Cross's actions.

"Brother Xuan, do you think they want us to surrender and then make us slaves?" Chen Yao asked worriedly.

"We can't rule out this possibility." Mou Xuan nodded, but his tone remained calm, "But we won't give in easily."

"Yeah!" Chen Yao nodded vigorously.

Time passed minute by minute, and there was still no progress in communication.

Translator Lin was on the verge of collapse. He felt like a tape recorder, repeating meaningless words over and over.

Li Lianmeng's diplomat has run out of tricks. His diplomatic rhetoric is like waste paper in front of the aliens and has no effect at all.

The conflicts within the alliance became increasingly intense. The hawks advocated immediate war, while the doves insisted on peaceful negotiations. The two sides quarreled fiercely and some people even started to fight.

The entire alliance was plunged into an atmosphere of despair.

At this moment, Mou Xuan suddenly noticed a detail.

He found that when Cross demonstrated technology, he always repeated a few simple movements.

For example, he would point his finger to the sky and then to the ground; or he would draw a circle with his hand and then a square.

These actions seem to contain some meaning.

"Wait!" Mou Xuan suddenly said, "I think I found something!"

Everyone's eyes were focused on Mou Xuan.

"Have you noticed that when Cross demonstrates technology, he always repeats some simple actions?" Mou Xuan asked.

"You mean... those gestures?" Chen Yao also reacted.

"That's right!" Mou Xuan nodded, "I suspect these gestures are their language!"

"But... these gestures are too simple, aren't they? What can they mean?" asked diplomat Li Lianmeng in confusion.

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