Inside a huge conference room within the City Hall of P-City, Wei Cheng sat in a corner, looking at the massive projection screen in the center.
Around him were hundreds of virtual projections of people.
These were the leaders of the most badass, top-tier Trialistic legions from servers across the country.
To ensure that the strategic meeting wasn't noticed and eavesdropped on by the Alien Demons, government officials refrained from participating.
Overseeing the meeting schedule and acting as hosts were five AI Marshals!
This was the strongest trump card that the Earth nations had come up with, having gathered information and paid a hefty price over a period of time using existing terrestrial technology.
Right now, rows of information were rapidly flickering on the virtual projection screen in the center. It was simply a chaotic jumble of gibberish and afterimages, unreadable to ordinary people.
