At the other end of the time and space gate, New York City citizens looked up curiously at the deep, dark vortex on their heads, the universe countless light years away.

For ordinary citizens, this is just a more fantastic mirage, an astronomical wonder, but for real insiders, it is a real threat, and Nick's feeling is extremely complicated.

It is like overwhelmed with liberation, and it also has unspeakable sourness.

The opposite side of the Time and Space Gate was not an alien invading army, which was good news that made him breathe a sigh of relief, but the political orientation of the human society on the other side, *********, may not be anything positive for this country.

He instinctively wanted to hide everything, just as S.H.E.L.D. had done in the past, and contacted the other side secretly. Ordinary people lived as they should, the best way, and they must not make any mistakes.

But this time he knew it was impossible.

An iceberg hits head-on, and you can't pretend to be invisible by blindfolding your eyes.

But these are all future worries. The most urgent task now is to let the rulers of this country accept this matter. "A bunch of idiots!" Nick spat on the ground and said viciously.

Many people in this country would think that the ruler of them would be a group of elites with super high IQ, drown temperament, serious attitude and capable ability to do things, just like the government promotes them, elite politics takes into account fairness and efficiency, and rulers can have rights because they are more outstanding.

But Nick would not believe these things. No one knows this group of goods better than him. They may be a little more outstanding than ordinary people, but this is all because the investment they receive in education is more than ten times that of ordinary people. In terms of talent, attitude and wisdom, they are just a group of ordinary people, with a broader vision, more appropriate etiquette, and smoother experience, but most people who are not interested in the elite.

Compared with S.H.I.E.D., which is truly elite, they are greedy, stupid and cowardly. They are disgusting.

The Ministry of Defense has truly outstanding talents, West Point has truly outstanding talents, Wharton has truly outstanding talents, Ivy League produces elites in batches, and S.H.E.L.D. brings together all the elites, but Nick has to admit that leading and ruling them is a group of real idiots.

The masters of this country need those elites to help them run, but no one needs to covet their position.

So they have their own rules of the game: self-confidence, calmness, boldness, and ruthlessness. They have known since childhood that their battlefield is in the feast of paper and in the celebrity scene of intrigue, so they adapt to the rules of the game they set up.

A descendant who is decent, generous, knowledgeable and knowledgeable about social rules in the upper class is an outstanding successor.

But Nick knows that confidence may be arrogance, calmness may turn into stupidity, boldness may sometimes be arrogant, and the other side of ruthlessness is cruelty. In their rules of the game, they are outstanding and excellent, but this world is not really their game world, and not everyone likes to play in other people's game rules.

For example, a bastard who Nick knows likes to play according to his own rules.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are facing challenges that have never been seen in human history. It can be said that from this moment on, every moment is history. What we will face is unprecedented situations, and all the experiences in the past are useless. What we need to do is truly pioneering, decisive, and unparalleled forward-looking work."

Nick forced himself to persuade these idiots with anger.

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

"General, that's what we do!" a committee member interrupted impatiently, "What we do here is the decision to affect the world. Do you know how much economic losses the United States will suffer without pacifying Wall Street? What kind of support can our policies be obtained without communicating with bankers?"

"Diplomatic, oil, the situation in the Middle East, counter-terrorism and stability maintenance, our issues are very heavy, so please don't disrupt the process of the conference, okay? Please..."

"I don't know if the world is determined by you, but I know that the behavior of the enemy will not be determined by you!"

Nick interrupted him angrily.

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

"Do you think it's a threat? No, it's a revolution, all the concepts, meanings, and everything in your mind is changed dramatically."

"When millions of light-year-old worlds appear before us, you are still chattering about the trivial things on this planet."

"Maybe you think that is a powerful force, but when the gear of fate began to rotate, those things were outdated, corrupted, and lost their vitality. Finance, *******, and world trade were once very important, but today, at the moment when the time and space gate and the outer universe came, they were no longer the mainstream of this world!"

"How is the scientific research progress of NASA?" Nick stood on the podium and asked the members below.

"The progress is going well, and we will soon start the ninth Mars exploration operation." Without the need for members to speak, there are data from the Ivy's elite report.

"Where is the industrial strength of Houston's Aerospace Industrial Base and Oak Forest National Laboratory?" Nick continued to ask with one-eyed eyes that flashed with a cold light.

"This is a composite data, science and industry influence each other, materials, processes, experimental techniques, reserve generations, very complex..." The Ivy graduate responded skillfully: "We need time to summarize the data."

Nick nodded, looked at the silent committee members in the audience and sneered: "No, tell me directly that we can produce several parts of the spacecraft!"

"this……"

"You can say it roughly, it can be a guess." Nick didn't mean to make things difficult for him.

After a while of communicating with the alumni, Ivy graduates and alumni, they answered with more affirmative answer: "We can come up with experimental models, but they are unreplicable prototypes, relics from foreign civilizations, and the real technology and industrial strength of the earth are still completely unfamiliar with the universe..."

Nick interrupted him: "What can I produce?"

"Uh!...we don't know!" The spokesperson shrugged: "We have no technical reserves, and for us, extragalactic spacecraft do not even have data."

"That is, we can't even produce a screw on their spacecraft... right?"

"...Yes!" The members of the audience had already started to stir.

"How many spacecraft do we make with the resources of the earth?"

"Resources are a broad existence. Now, in terms of the resources we can use, all industrial countries around the world can't build a qualified spacecraft, even in the solar system."

The commotion in the audience became even bigger.

"What is the foundation for the establishment of the entire world? How many differences are there in our productivity, industry, creativity, and labor value compared to the foreign civilizations we are currently in contact with?" Nick chased and asked endlessly.

This time the Ivy League discussions have been longer.

They began to blush with their faces. As time passed, they began to call, quarrel, insult, faint, and torture each other until the chaos became a pot of porridge. Then they slowly unified their opinions, calmed down, and finally gave the answer.

Nine hours have passed by this time.

An old ivy covered in chicken skin and a messy head was elected to make their final judgment: "The production capacity of the entire human society, including experimental ability and industrial potential within two months, is not as good as the production industrial unit of a spacecraft. Even if they knock the spacecraft out with a hammer, their industrial ability using hammers is more than our industrial sum..."

In the venue, there was a silence.

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

He casually opened the record book of the key topics discussed in the previous meeting, looked at the dazzling data on it and the symbols representing currency, and the complex financial analysis, and shook his head and sneered.

"Wall Street...swish!"
Chapter completed!