On the other side of the space-time gate, the citizens of New York City looked up curiously at the deep, dark vortex above their heads, the universe countless light years away.

For ordinary citizens, this is just a fantastical mirage, an astronomical spectacle, but for those who really know it, it is a real threat, and Nick's feelings are extremely complicated.

There is a relief that is overwhelming, and there is also an indescribable sourness.

The opposite side of the space-time gate is not an alien invasion army, which is good news for him, but the political orientation of human society on the other side, ********, is not necessarily a positive thing for this country.

He instinctively wants to hide everything, just like S.H.I.E.L.D. did in the past, secretly contact the other side, and ordinary people, how they should live, how they live, best, and must not make any mistakes.

But this time he knew it couldn't be.

An iceberg crashed head-on, but it wasn't something you could pretend to be invisible if you were blindfolded.

But these are the troubles of the future, and it is imperative now to get the rulers of this country to accept this, "a bunch of fools!" Nick spat on the ground and said viciously.

Many people in this country would think that they would be ruled by an elite group with super-high intelligence, a drow temperament, a serious attitude and a capable ability to do things, just as the government advertises to them - meritocracy balances fairness and efficiency, and the rulers have power because they are better.

But Nick doesn't believe these things, no one knows this group better than him, they may be a little more outstanding than ordinary people, but it's all because they have received a dozen times the investment in education than ordinary people, in terms of talent, attitude and intelligence. They are just a group of ordinary people, with a broader vision, more decent etiquette, and more slippery experience, but most of them have nothing to do with the elite.

Compared to S.H.I.E.L.D., which is a truly elite group, they are greedy and stupid. Cowardice disgusting.

The Department of Defense has truly outstanding talents, West Point has truly outstanding talents, Wharton has truly outstanding talents, the Ivy League produces elites in batches, and S.H.I.E.L.D. brings together all the elites, but Nick has to admit that it is a bunch of real fools who lead, rule them.

The masters of the country need those elites to help them run their business, but no one needs to covet their place.

So they have their own rules of the game: self-confidence. Calm, bold, and ruthless, they have known since childhood that their battlefield is in the drunken banquet of paper fans and the celebrity field, so they adapt to the rules of the game they have set up like a fish in water.

A decent and generous and well-informed. The offspring who understand the social rules of high society are outstanding heirs.

But Nick knew. Self-confidence may be arrogance, calmness can turn into stupidity, audacity is sometimes arrogance, the other side of ruthlessness is viciousness, and in their rules of the game, they are outstanding. Excellent, but the world is not really their game world, and not everyone likes to play under the rules of other people's games.

For example, Nick knows a jerk who likes to play by his own rules.

"Ladies. Gentlemen, we are facing a challenge that has never been seen before in the history of mankind, and it can be said that from this moment onwards, every moment is history, and we will be faced with an unprecedented situation, in which all the past experiences are useless. What we need to do is truly groundbreaking, decisive and forward-looking. ”

Nick fought back his rage and tried to convince the idiots.

"So I ask you to make a truly decisive decision."

"That's exactly what we did, General!" One commissioner interrupted impatiently: "What we're doing here is the very decision that affects the world, and do you know how much economic damage the United States would have suffered if Wall Street hadn't been appeased?" If we don't talk to the bankers, how can we support our policies? ”

"Diplomacy, oil, the situation in the Middle East, counter-terrorism and stability maintenance, we have a lot of topics, so please don't disrupt the process of the conference, okay? Please make ......"

"I don't know if the world is determined by you, but I do know that the actions of the enemy are not up to you!"

Nick interrupted angrily.

"Open your eyes and take a look!" Nick pointed out the window.

"You think it's a threat? No, it was a revolution, a revolution in everything that you know, everything that exists in your mind, everything that exists in your mind, is turned upside down. ”

"Outside of this planet, millions of light-years of worlds appear in front of us, you are still chattering about the trivial things of this planet."

"Maybe you think it's a powerful force, but when the gears of fate began to turn, those things were already old, decayed, and lost their vitality, finance, ********, and world trade used to be important, but today, at the moment when the space-time gate and the outer universe world came, they were no longer the mainstream of this world!"

"How is NASA's research progressing?" Nick stood on the podium and asked the members in the audience.

"It's going well, and we're about to start our ninth Mars exploration mission soon." There is no need for the committee members to speak, and there is data on the Ivy League elite report.

"What about the industrial strength of Houston Space Industries and Oak Grove National Laboratory?" Nick continued to ask with a one-eyed gleaming cold light.

"It's a complex of data, science and industry interplay with materials, processes, experimental techniques, reserve generations, very complex ......," the Ivy League graduate replied serificently: "We need time to aggregate the data." ”

Nick nodded, looked at the silent committee members in the audience and sneered, "No, you just tell me how many parts of the spaceship we can produce!" ”

"This ......"

"You can talk about it, you can guess." Nick didn't mean to embarrass him.

After a period of communication between the Ivy League graduates and alumni, they replied more affirmatively: "We can come up with an experimental model, but it is an irreproducible prototype, a relic from an extraterrestrial civilization, and the real scientific and technological and industrial strength of the earth is still completely unfamiliar in the cosmic environment......

Nick interrupted him: "What can be produced?" ”

"Ugh! …… We don't know! The spokesman shrugged: "We don't have the technical reserves, and the extragalactic spacecraft doesn't even have data for us." ”

"In other words, we can't even produce a single screw on their ship...... Is that right? ”

“…… Yes! "The members in the audience have already begun to stir.

"How many spaceships do we have enough resources on Earth?"

"Resources are a generalized existence, and now with the resources we can use, all the industrial nations of the world combined cannot make a worthy spaceship, not even in the solar system."

The commotion in the audience was even greater.

"What about the foundation on which the whole world was built? How much is the difference between our productivity, industry, creativity, and labor value compared to the extraterrestrial civilizations we are currently in contact with? Nick asked as he chased and slammed into the fight.

This time the Ivies have been talking about it for a longer time.

They began to quarrel with red faces, and as time went by, they began to call, argue, name-call, faint, and torture each other until the chaos became a pot of porridge, and then slowly agreed on the opinions, and the quarrel calmed down, and finally the answer was finally given.

Nine hours had passed by this point.

An old ivy with goosebumps and messy gray hair was elected to make their final judgment: "The production capacity of the entire human society, including the experimental ability and the industrial potential within two months, the whole human race combined, is not comparable to the production industrial unit of a spaceship, even if they use a hammer to knock out the spaceship, their industrial capacity to use a hammer is more than our industrial combined......"

There was a dead silence in the venue.

Nick glanced around, looked at the ugly 'elites', and sneered: "Now you all understand, what are we facing?" ”

He casually flipped through the notebook of the key topics discussed in the previous meeting, looked at the dazzling data on it, the symbols representing the currency, and the complicated financial analysis, and shook his head and sneered.

"Wall Street...... Laugh at! ”

(To be continued.) )