News of the Eye of Heaven being breached quickly reached Dick Cheney.
Realizing the seriousness of the situation, he immediately notified the Fourth Mechanized Infantry Division, which had not yet left Coast City, to go to the base and investigate what had happened.
At the same time, Amanda also received the news.
Ignoring the work at hand, she rushed to the base.
The base contained a lot of research data, heavy equipment, and alien corpses, all of which absolutely could not fall into the hands of others.
Unfortunately, she was a step too late.
By the time she arrived, the base had already become a sea of flames.
The barracks were riddled with craters, and several armored vehicles were spewing thick smoke, with the number "4" particularly glaring.
The Fourth Mechanized Infantry Division was gone!
All five field officers, including Colonel Carrick, were killed, and countless soldiers were dead or wounded, almost wiping out the entire division.
Amanda immediately sent people to gather information.
When she learned that a red-skinned alien in a green battle robe was responsible for the "massacre" of the soldiers, her face turned pale.
It's over, completely over…
After the news reached Washington, the White House, which had only recently calmed down, once again plunged into turmoil, even more violently than before.
Although Hector was arrogant, he was ultimately an Earthling.
This time was different; it was an invasion of the United States by an alien intelligent species, which not only destroyed an important experimental base but also massacred their soldiers.
This was not a provocation; this was a declaration of war!
The office was filled with gloom.
The usually arrogant and overbearing military bigwigs all shut their mouths, not daring to speak.
Go to war?
Are you kidding, how could they fight?
They knew nothing about the enemy—who they were, what race they belonged to, where their home planet was, whether they had nuclear weapons, and so on.
Furthermore, the opponent only sent one person to wipe out the army's ace—the Fourth Mechanized Infantry Division.
If dozens or hundreds of them came…
Imagining such a scene, several generals in the Department of Defense wished they could shrink their heads into their collars.
This war was unwinnable; they were not even on the same level.
"Why is no one speaking? Are you all mute?"
Joel Nash's face was grim as he stared intently at the "bigwigs" on both sides of the table.
Perhaps because the election was approaching, his expression had a morbid excitement, like a madman who had drunk alcohol and taken drugs.
"Harvey, this matter is yours.
Investigate it thoroughly within three days and give me an answer."
FBI Director Jack Harvey immediately stood up.
"The Fourth Mechanized Infantry Division and the Eye of Heaven are both subordinate units of the Department of Defense.
When something happens to them, it should be handled by the CIA or a special investigation team.
The FBI cannot overstep its authority."
After speaking, he sat back down in his chair, his face calm and unperturbed, revealing no inner thoughts.
Joel Nash's cheeks quickly flushed, and he couldn't help but cough, looking at CIA Director Ted Lambert as he coughed.
The latter patted his beer belly, eyes downcast, like a sleeping Maitreya Buddha.
He wasn't stupid; why would he take on such a hot potato?
Those were aliens, not Middle Eastern natives; they weren't so easy to bully.
Moreover, there was something suspicious about this whole affair.
Why did the aliens choose to invade the Eye of Heaven base specifically, instead of other places?
There must be a reason.
Dick Cheney was the head of the Eye of Heaven.
If he didn't speak, why should he meddle?
Wouldn't it be better to watch them fight among themselves?
As for the aliens, only one had come, not a whole group, so what was the rush?
Having made up his mind, Ted half-closed his eyes, entering a state of feigned sleep.
Seeing him like this, Joel's face turned green.
He took several deep breaths to compose himself, then also closed his mouth, saying nothing.
Since no one wanted to cooperate, then no one would play.
The air fell into an eerie silence, with a group of bigwigs looking at each other speechless, not like high-ranking officials who controlled the fate of the nation, but rather like a group of sulking children.
Things had happened, and they ultimately needed to be resolved.
No one was willing to take the blame, so Dick Cheney, as the mastermind behind the Eye of Heaven, could only step forward.
"This matter is not just about the military and the Eye of Heaven; it concerns national security.
I need your help."
Jack Harvey sneered, "Mr. Vice President, according to the information I've received, the Fourth Mechanized Infantry Division was the first to attack the red-skinned alien, with the aim of preventing them from taking away the alien corpse stored at the Eye of Heaven base."
"Aliens!
Alien corpses!
The matter is quite simple: your greed caused this conflict.
Don't talk about national security."
As his words fell, there was an uproar, and the heads of various departments cast suspicious glances at Dick Cheney.
Aliens?
There really were aliens, and they knew nothing about such an important matter.
CIA Director Ted Lambert opened his eyes, gave Dick Cheney a cold glance, and then closed them again.
Attorney General Marshall Warren stood up and said very seriously,
"Mr. President, did you know about this?"
Joel Nash shook his head without hesitation.
"This is the first I've heard of it too."
Dick Cheney's face instantly lost all color, turning as pale as a sheet of paper.
He had remained silent earlier precisely because he was afraid of being exposed and having the inside story revealed.
However, Jack Harvey showed no mercy.
Several generals from the Department of Defense quietly shifted their seats, sitting a little further away from him.
Political struggles were that cruel.
What appeared to be a calm surface was actually fraught with hidden currents, and a slight misstep could lead to being caught out.
Facing a dozen pairs of scrutinizing eyes, Dick Cheney was at a loss for words.
Unable to explain clearly, he simply stopped trying to explain and said in a deep voice,
"I will find that alien who endangered national security and give you, the fallen soldiers, and all citizens an explanation."
After speaking, he stood up from his chair and strode out of the office.
"The Vice President is finished!"
This thought appeared in everyone's mind.
Such a matter could not be resolved by just an explanation.
Even if he managed to capture the alien, he wouldn't be able to keep his current position.
No one would support a lying loser.
Joel Nash suddenly became happy.
These days, he had been racking his brain over how to deal with Dick Cheney and the military generals behind him.
He never expected that an alien would solve it.
Now it was good; the military had no spokesperson, and even if they were unwilling, they could only acknowledge him as president.
With the support of the army, the chances of winning the election increased by several percentage points.
Damn alien, I love you to death…
The DC world had many differences from the Earth of the past.
Luke felt it as soon as he transmigrated.
Perhaps it was because of too many disasters, or perhaps because of various terrorist organizations, cults, demons, aliens, metahumans, and so on, that the US government in this world had a very poor sense of responsibility.
Instead of a government, it was more like a loose organization of dozens of states.
The governors of each state completely ignored the president, and of course, the president would not interfere in the daily affairs of each state.
For example, Gotham, despite being in such a chaotic state, still received full support.
Many times, Luke wondered if those idiots had dung in their brains.
Normal people would never do such things.
Luke had "partners" he had arranged inside the White House, so he knew exactly what was happening in the office.
Red-skinned, wearing a green robe, with the ability to materialize objects…
If nothing else, it should be a Green Lantern Corps member, very likely Sinestro himself.
This was troublesome.
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