Trump watched calmly as the images from satellite radar showed the thunderclouds completely covered by mushroom clouds.
"Didn't you see the other three clouds didn't move...?"
"Even from China and Mao, there has been no movement whatsoever."
"Now, everyone is waiting."
"Everyone's waiting?" Agent O stroked his chin in confusion. "Waiting for what? When facing an unknown enemy, shouldn't we go all out and annihilate them in one fell swoop?"
“No, no, no…” Old Trump shook his head, “What you’re talking about… is an enemy that is not entirely known…”
“A truly unknown enemy requires probing little by little before deciding whether to annihilate it. We must not let arrogance and pride blind us.”
"The real battle will begin when the outcome of that fight is decided."
"They've been blown up like this, and there's still no result!?" Agent O looked surprised, pointing to the huge fireworks on the satellite broadcast.
"It was bombed, but... did you see the results of the bombing?" Old Trump remained calm and unmoved.
Agent O was taken aback: "This... isn't the result yet?"
“Of course not.” Old Trump shook his head, then changed the subject, no longer discussing the topic, “By the way, how are the Apostles’ upgrades going, and what about Old Deng’s situation?”
Agent O blinked, immediately abandoning his focus on the fireworks, and said gently:
"The Apostles have indeed upgraded, from ten heads to eighteen heads, but..."
“The Apostle has gone mad again…” Agent O shrugged, looking helpless. “The woman’s head’s ability to calm emotions can’t handle so many heads anymore. Furthermore, the woman’s head can’t be cloned. It seems that the woman’s head’s genes have been locked by the Angelic Civilization.”
"Of course, as crazy as they may be, if combat objectives are set in advance, the apostles will still prioritize attacking those objectives."
"As for Old Deng..."
At this point, Agent O shrugged, his tone complicated, "After the cloning mission was wiped out, Old Deng seems to have gone a bit mad. He's currently in Secret Realm Three, frantically cloning."
"Not only clones of humans, but also clones of goblins, insects, and even witches..."
"Nobody knows exactly what that old guy was thinking..."
Listening to Agent O's words, Old Trump pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Alright, you can go ahead. Set the Apostles' attack target to the Gray Cloud for now, and also aim the Antimatter Burrowing Cannon at the Gray Cloud. Don't worry about the rest; the Mao and Hua countries will handle it."
"Okay, boss."
After Agent O left gracefully.
The office fell silent once again.
a long time.
A childish voice rang out.
"Father...why don't you let me go...?"
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