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United Federation of America, Federal Security Bureau (FBS), 19th District.

"Sir, after investigation, those 5 amphibious ships came from Great Sun Nation."

"Great Sun Nation? Oh, God! How did they get here?"

"It seems they crossed the entire Pacific Ocean."

"Good heavens! How is that possible?" The director was incredulous.

"Could it be that they are able to eliminate those aircraft?" The subordinate speculated.

"No! Absolutely impossible!" The director was unwilling to believe it.

Even the United Federation of America could not deal with the mysterious aircraft, could the Great Sun Nation eliminate them?

"Then they must have mastered some kind of evasion method," the subordinate replied.

"That's very possible," the director nodded.

"Contact them as soon as possible, I want to meet them."

"Yes!"

… …

"Lieutenant General, the United Federation of America's FBS has sent a message, hoping to meet."

"Well, reply to them, yes."

The next morning, the head of the FBS 19th District arrived by helicopter at the park next to Long Beach.

Nakae Hiroshi had been waiting for a long time.

"Hello, I am Joel from the Federal Security Bureau of the United Federation of America, District 19."

Morton took the initiative to shake hands.

"Hello, I am Nakae Hiroshi, Commander of the Legion of the Greater East Asia Empire Navy," Nakae Hiroshi replied politely.

"Oh! You are General Nakae, I have heard of you!" Morton said in surprise.

"Just a false reputation!" Nakae Hiroshi bowed.

"General Nakae, do you know what it means to send warships into the territory of the United Federation of America without authorization?" Morton planned to give him a blow first.

This way, he could occupy a good position in the negotiation.

"Director Morton is wrong, we also came after receiving a distress message," Nakae Hiroshi argued sophistically.

"Is that so? Where did the distress message come from?" Morton asked.

"Sorry, we cannot confirm the source of the message," Nakae Hiroshi bowed again.

An unverifiable message is a dead end, Nakae Hiroshi cannot prove it exists, and Morton cannot prove it doesn't.

At this juncture, there is no need to delve into this issue.

"Then may I ask General Nakae, what is your plan?" Morton had no choice but to change the subject since he didn't get any advantage.

"The order I received was to implement a zombie cleanup plan on the American continent."

"Haha! General Nakae, I'm afraid that's just an excuse!" Morton didn't believe it at all.

Clean up the zombies on the entire American continent? Aren't you afraid of your tongue slipping?

"Mr. Morton, what do you mean by this?"

"I'm afraid cleaning up zombies is false, and taking the opportunity to occupy the American continent is true, right?" Morton sneered.

"Mr. Morton is serious, with just our five cruisers, I'm afraid we can't do this, right?"

Morton was speechless, that was right.

How vast is the American continent, with just their few people, they definitely can't do it.

But even if it's unrealistic, they can't lose momentum.

"Maybe you are just the vanguard?"

"If Mr. Morton doesn't believe it, he can send someone to investigate the downtown area of Los Angeles to see if there are still zombies," Nakae Hiroshi was still very calm.

Overnight, the entire Los Angeles had been completely cleaned up.

Morton was stunned and whispered a few words to the person behind him.

Then the helicopter took off and headed towards the city.

Hearing is false, seeing is believing.

Half an hour later, the investigator returned.

He looked a little panicked.

He quickly came to Morton and whispered a few words.

Morton was also shocked.

Nakae Hiroshi knew what they were talking about without listening.

"General Nakae, it seems I misunderstood you," Morton regained his smile.

"Mr. Morton, you're welcome," Nakae Hiroshi bowed and smiled.

"Even so, we should have been informed in advance. If it causes unnecessary misunderstandings, I don't think that's what everyone wants to see," Morton said ambiguously.

In fact, the United Federation of America currently has no conditions for misunderstanding.

"Mr. Morton is right."

"How about this, you can rest here for a while. After I report to the council, we can discuss it further."

"Okay."

Nakae Hiroshi didn't really care.

Whether they discuss it or not, their cleanup plan will not change.

It would be best if leaving some room could facilitate cooperation.

… …

Oros Nation, Kurtak.

"Lingwu, didn't you say that Lingluo returned to the Elder Hall?" Lingyue questioned.

"Senior brother, it's absolutely true! Senior brother Lingluo said so at the time," Lingwu replied.

"You! You were deceived by him!" Lingyue pointed at him and complained.

"Is that possible? How dare Senior brother Lingluo do this?" Lingwu couldn't believe it.

"What wouldn't he dare to do? I think there's an 80% chance that Shizun was killed by him!" Lingyue said something shocking.

"Senior brother, you can't talk nonsense! Shizun is a Tier 3 mutant, impossible!" Lingwu didn't believe it.

"Alas! You! You're good at research, but you're really not good at seeing people," Lingyue shook her head.

"Senior brother, where do you think Senior brother Lingluo will go?" Lingwu wasn't angry, he thought Lingyue was right.

"Don't call him senior brother, he's not worthy! I guess he must have returned to Golden City. You arrange a plane and come with me," Lingyue ordered.

"Oh, okay!" Lingwu agreed without suspicion.