Now, what Lune needs to do is to head to the NASA Space Aviation Center immediately and personally meet the sole survivor who returned from the Moon.
...
One hour later, in the lounge of the Space Aviation Center.
Tony was leaning back on the sofa, looking displeased at the extraordinary middle-aged man sitting across from him.
This person was none other than the Director of the Hurricane Bureau, Lune.
Just a moment ago, Lune had hurriedly arrived at the aviation center and was able to meet Tony as he wished.
Through Tonyâs narration, he had learned about the events that transpired on the Moon in recent days.
From start to finish, Lune maintained a composed and calm expression, but inside, he was already overwhelmed.
Mecha, space base, the Gatekeeper stationed on the Moon...
All of this felt like something out of a science fiction novel.
If not for Ramsey sitting alive right in front of him, Lune might have thought it was all just a fabricated story.
Unbelievable, truly unbelievable.
He had considered various possibilities before.
For example, a Transcendent in the Star Alliance might be able to teleport people from the Moon back to Earth from a distance or through summoning.
Even the possibility that some of their powerful members could traverse the universe physically to rescue people from the Moon was not out of the question.
But Lune never imagined that the other side had actually established a giant base on the Moon.
Furthermore, they possess a vast array of super technology seen only in sci-fi movies.
According to Ramseyâs description, the other side seems to have been guarding that place for hundreds or even thousands of years.
The presence of Desert Worms has always posed a threat to humans on Water Blue Star.
If not for the Transcendents of the Star Alliance guarding them and keeping them at bay, human civilization might not have reached where it is today.
What kind of grand story is this, and what earth-shattering secret lies within?
No wonder those people suddenly changed their minds and came to negotiate the execution plan for intelligence sharing with me.
No wonder they unprecedentedly sent funds to the Hurricane Bureau to curry favor with my adversary self.
As it turns out, a larger interest lies hidden behind all of this.
In this way, everything makes sense now.
Lune currently felt very conflicted, with joy and worry interwoven in his heart.
The joy naturally stems from the successful execution of the alien species information sharing plan.
Those people, even if only for the interests on the Moon, would rush forward like sharks seeing blood.
Itâs just that Lune also had concerns.
Previously, it was fine not knowing, but now that he knew how powerful the Star Alliance truly is.
Even building a base right on the Moon, high above his head, how could he remain at ease?
The only consolation is that if, according to this astronaut, the other side has been guarding that place for hundreds of years without interfering with others, it seems.
But this still cannot provide complete reassurance; just because they havenât interfered before doesnât mean they wonât in the future, which no one can guarantee.
However, he currently had no other solution.
At least having the opportunity to come into contact with the other side is already considered a good start.
Beside him, Tony, after recounting his experiences over these past few days, continued to show an irritated demeanor.
However, he cannot be blamed; anyone would feel impatience if they were asked the same thing a dozen or twenty times.
"Ramsey, I know this experience has been very hard on you, and I understand how you feel. I have friends in the New Apollo Team as well..."
"But... this unexpected incident was unforeseeable for anyone, and I regret their deaths... Iâve heard about your physical condition; if you donât mind, I hope you can work at the Hurricane Bureau. Youâll have the chance to come into contact with real Extraordinary Creatures; isnât that what you want..."
After inquiring about the situation, Lune began trying to recruit this sole survivor from the Moon.
It wasnât just because of his expertise in aviation; mainly, it was his past interaction with that mysterious organization.
If this connection could lead to further contact with that organization, it would be a huge boon for the Hurricane Bureau.
However, Tony clearly wasnât interested in Luneâs words, casually waving his hand dismissively and saying:
"Director Matthews, you donât need to recruit me; I donât want to get involved in any of your matters right now. If youâre hoping to use me to connect with the Star Alliance, youâre mistaken. I donât even know the exact location of their base on the Moon."
He said, standing up and checking his watch, then continued:
"Now, Iâve told you everything there is to say; I guarantee I havenât withheld any known information from you."
"Well, Iâve done what I needed to, which counts as repaying your rescue. Of course, if you think itâs not enough, you can propose other terms, but I wonât join the Hurricane Bureau."
While Tony spoke of repayment, he wore a face of resentment.
Because ultimately, if the Hurricane Bureau had not withheld information about alien species, he and his team wouldnât have encountered such a situation.
If he had known those monsters could move freely on the Moon, he would have made different preparations.
However, Tony also knew this couldnât be entirely blamed on the other side.
After all, the Hurricane Bureau didnât know the specifics of the Moon either, so withholding information on alien species was understandable.
"Ramsey, donât be like that; you donât owe us anything. It was our duty to rescue you. I merely have an interest in your skills, hoping that one day we may return to the Moon."
Hearing this, Tonyâs expression softened slightly, but he soon sighed and shook his head, saying:
"Forget it, Director Matthews, given my current physical condition, I can no longer handle intensive work. I just want to go home and rest quietly for a while; I appreciate your kindness..."
He stopped dwelling on past mistakes by the Hurricane Bureau and the aviation center, for their attitude eventually softened his heart.
Standing up, he shook hands with the blond man and sincerely said:
"Alright, Ramsey, I respect your decision. But take your time to think it over; if you change your mind, you can contact me anytime."
Tony nodded and then left straight away.
Although he was once again invited to join them, he currently didnât wish to consider it.
Apart from what he mentioned about his physical condition, his thoughts were mostly occupied by the Eastern woman on the Moon.
Tony only wanted to return home quickly, log onto the Starry Community, and chat with the girl named Mo Li.
It wasnât just a soap opera love at first sight; it was also his way of trying to join that mysterious organization.
Compared to the unreliable Hurricane Bureau, he yearned for the Star Alliance, which wielded real Transcendent Power.
"Jonathan, set someone to keep an eye on him, watch his communication records, and see if he makes contact with anyone else. Report back to me immediately if thereâs any discovery."
After the other person left, Lune sat back down on the sofa and issued new instructions through his communicator.
"Oh, and while watching him, help him get rid of any unnecessary troubles; I donât want him disturbed..."
Lune said, glancing at his watch, a shadow crossing his face.
"Nine hours, itâs been nine hours since Ramsey returned, yet as the Director, I learned of it last... haha, it seems itâs time to eliminate some of the parasites within the Hurricane Bureau..."