Even Milton Cheney, the so-called Seventh Grade Warrior, took three whole days to completely kill this disguiser.
A moment later, countless people surrounded the place.
Seeing Milton Cheney, these people respectfully saluted and said, "Speaker!"
"First, deal with the body. Send it to the Federation Research Institute."
Milton Cheney nodded and spoke, then made way.
The people who came were from the Regional Strategic Bureau. He watched them swiftly handle the corpse of the disguiser.
A thought suddenly surfaced in his mind.
These disguisers, if they fully understood the human way of thinking, and master human languages proficiently, wouldn't that allow them to infiltrate the High Command unnoticed?
At that point, none of the Federation's secrets would remain undisclosed to the Alternate World's clutches.
This was something that absolutely couldn't happen.
......
Time passed and three years went by in a blink of an eye.
