Chapter 512 I will never let you get what you want!

Chapter 512 I will never let you get what you want!

"Atlas." Hans' voice was deep and full of authority. "I heard from the secretary that you have been leaving messages in the Speaker's office, wanting to report to me on the progress of the formation of the Earth Alliance government."

He looked down at the vintage mechanical watch on his wrist and said, "You still have ten minutes before the dinner starts. If I were you, I would cherish it very much."

Atlas lowered his eyelashes. Although he hated him to death, old Hans was still the Speaker of the House, so he had to treat him perfunctorily. Moreover, why did he avoid him for so long and now suddenly called him back? Has his mind changed?

Atlas thought about it and felt that he should first find out Old Hans' attitude.

If he does not intend to leave the earth to those demons, everyone will be happy. If he still insists on doing so, Atlas will have to find a way out for himself.

After all, it's unknown how Schnatter and the resistance army will fight against those demons. Victory would be great, and he would just have to ask the head of the alliance to plead for him on behalf of the people of the earth.

As for the United Resistance Army, how could a human like him, from Earth, possibly know about it?

In short, it is invincible.

But if Schnatter loses and the earth cannot be saved, then he must make plans early.

Having made up his mind, Atlas raised his eyes, which were full of sincerity. He looked at Old Hans's scrutinizing eyes and said respectfully, "Mr. Speaker, you have entrusted me with the affairs of the Earth Alliance government. I feel that the responsibility is great. During this period of time, I have been working day and night to mediate and have not dared to slack off for a moment."

"Under my lobbying, most of the surviving countries on Earth have reached a consensus on the establishment of a coalition government. We will soon hold a New Era Alliance Conference to sign a joint declaration to protect human rights and justice in all countries, defend life, independence and freedom, and fight against barbaric and brutal creatures. We will also elect the first head of the alliance. However..."

Atlas paused hesitantly.

"Just what?" asked Hans.

"It's just that some heads of state have mentioned to me on different occasions that those alien creatures with strange looks, extraordinary abilities, and unusual behaviors make them feel very uneasy. I have tried my best to explain to them, but you also know that the Earth has just encountered a zombie crisis, and animals and plants have mutated. People have a deep fear of those alien creatures that they cannot communicate with..."

A gleam of light flashed in the depths of Old Hans' eyes. He understood that Atlas must have come to his senses and realized that those demons were very dangerous and wanted to drive them away.

The main generals of the resistance army were all trained by that woman and they hate demons. Could they be heading towards the earth for this purpose?

Hans felt that he was infinitely close to the truth: Atlas somehow knew his plan, and understood that once the Earth successfully joined the Interstellar Federation, those demons would not withdraw from the Earth. So he first tempted Schnatter with huge benefits to turn a blind eye, and then recruited the resistance forces who had a deep blood feud with the demons and would not stop fighting to the death, what a good move to strike first!

Although I don’t know how he contacted the resistance, it doesn’t matter anymore.

Old Hans sneered in his heart. A small global tycoon dared to fight with him?

He smiled slightly and said, "They don't know, but you don't know? They are not alien creatures, but the remnants of the ancient gods who once lived on Earth."

"In ancient times, there was a saying that the gods had different appearances. They are descendants of gods, so naturally their appearances are different from ordinary people. You must have explained this to the leaders of the allied countries, right?"

"What's more," Hans said in a more serious tone, "the current Void Star Vortex is not strong enough to support the entire Earth. The remnants of the Ancient Gods are still making their final efforts around the world to help your Earth escape the doomsday and join the embrace of the Interstellar Federation, which has a brilliant civilization and unparalleled technology."

"The great cause is not yet completed. You can't tell me that you want to disregard the overall situation, betray your trust, and drive them away at this time, right?"

Atlas clenched his hands on his knees. Old Hans was the one who wanted to destroy the bridge after crossing the river, but he wanted to put the blame on himself.

It seems that he is determined to give the earth to those demons.

There are only two options before Atlas now: keep silent, wait for Schnatter and the rebels to decide the outcome of the battle with the demons, and then respond accordingly.

Alternatively, he could simply surrender to Old Hans, give up everything he had done on Earth over the years, and exchange the information about Schnatter's conspiracy with the rebels for technology that could truly lead to immortality.

Atlas' chest heaved, his breath hot.

He, Arthur Friedrich, a giant in Thunder Bay, has been a powerful figure throughout his life, and has the whole world at his fingertips. He has never faced such a difficult decision in his life.

The first option was quite risky, but he couldn't bear to beg for mercy from old Hans, a man who didn't keep his word.

Before he could make up his mind, Speaker Hans, who already understood the whole story, looked down at his watch and said coldly, "Okay, Atlas, I will leave the establishment of the Earth Alliance government to you. I don't want you to bother me with such a small matter. How to convince those ignorant Earthlings is something you should worry about."

After saying that, Speaker Hans unilaterally cut off the communication.

Atlas stared in amazement at the communicator floating in front of him, its light gradually fading. He felt that the rage in his heart was about to melt his brain.

He grabbed the communicator and smashed it towards the porthole, gritting his teeth and shouting, "Old bastard, I will never let you get what you want!"