Old Barton could imagine that Prometheus Headquarters would definitely embrace desperate measures, announcing that all actions were the branch's own decisions and had nothing to do with the headquarters, and they would disassociate Steel Dome City's branch from the main office.
The reality was much as he had expected.
A fury burned within Old Barton, a fire that reached the Federation.
This conference had become their disaster.
If that was so, then don't blame him.
Old Barton picked up the communicator and dialed a number.
"Let the monster attack the city," Old Barton gave the order directly.
Monsters were the primary focus of the gene company's research.
After all, those high-quality alien genes were not something the Steel Dome City branch could get their hands on.
They could only research monster genes.
Therefore, they understood monsters.