"Stillbirth!"
"Deformity!"
"Miscarriage!"
"Anencephaly!"
"Degeneration!"
Each word Lu Yuanming growled out became a shout, and by the end, his eyes bloodshot, he slammed a palm down on the lectern, reducing most of it to rubble. Even then, his rage was unabated, "Just today, at least a million unborn children perished! They never even saw this world's first light, do you understand? At the same time, we randomly selected thirty pregnant women and found that they had been sterilized at the genetic level... Those aliens, 9.7 light years away, they're attacking us already, they're exterminating us!"
Lu Yuanming's roar echoed through the meeting room, stunning everyone present into silence.
Yet still, there were a few unwilling, or too frightened to rebel, among them a member of the Think Tank Group spoke up, "But they are a Second Level Cosmic Civilization, compared to them, we aren't even like the Indians of old..."
"And what of it!?"
