Before this video, there were others.
"First Encounter with Extraterrestrials."
"Shock! Alien Life Can Transform!"
"A Journey to Save the World with Alien Beings."
And more like them.
Just from the titles alone, it was obvious that Zhou Yi had uploaded every single video he had filmed during this period, all at once.
A full release.
Which meant-
Everything related to the Transformers and their objectives had been put online.
Fully exposed.
Not just the Decepticons could see it.
Every ordinary citizen on Earth could see it.
Every government.
The AllSpark. The Autobots. The Decepticons. The threats to global security.
All of it had been broadcast to the world.
As a result, within half an hour, the President of the United States received calls from the other four permanent members of the UN Security Council.
Their messages were nearly identical.
"Oh my, look at the situation you've got over there. Do you need assistance? We're talking about aliens here-one small mistake and the consequences will be uncontrollable. Our fleets and troops are already mobilizing and will arrive shortly. What? You don't need us? That won't do. We are all citizens of Earth. We must stand together against foreign invaders."
"Who in the mother-fing world can tell me what is going on?!" the President roared inside the Oval Office, completely unhinged. "What is this AllSpark? What are Decepticons? What are Autobots? And what the mother-f is any of this?! Why is something like this happening in my country without me knowing?! Am I still the President or not?!"
"Find whoever is responsible for this immediately! The entire world is watching us! Every single nation! Circling like vultures! Do you understand?!"
Between nations, interests always came first.
And this time, every country had set its sights on the same thing.
Alien technology.
Under normal circumstances, global unity like this was impossible. Small nations relied on large ones. Major powers formed alliances. Everything balanced itself around利益.
But this time was different.
The sheer size of the "cake" called alien technology was enough to shatter all previous cooperation.
Unless the United States could offer something even more valuable than alien technology.
Which was obviously impossible.
"Mr. President..." A staff member cautiously peeked through the door. "The Prime Minister of India is on the line."
"Tell him to go back where he came from!" the President snapped. "I'll deal with the Big Five. What the hell is that cow-dung place calling me for? Does he think he can threaten me too?! I don't need him sucking up to me right now!"
The staff member nodded repeatedly and vanished.
As for how the refusal was phrased...
It certainly wasn't conveyed word for word.
This was diplomacy, after all.
Those who knew, knew.
"Sir..." The staff member reappeared a moment later.
"Don't tell me Japan or someone like that is calling again," the President said, narrowing his eyes.
"They already called. We rejected them all," the staff member said, wiping sweat from his forehead. "But... a Director is requesting to see you. He claims to be in charge of the department overseeing the AllSpark."
"The hell are you waiting for?" the President slammed the desk. "Get him in here, mother-f***er! You need permission for that? Are you stupid?!"
The staff member fled.
Moments later, a man in a suit entered. His hairline was visibly receding.
"Mr. President," he said. "I am the Director in charge of Sector 7."
"Sector 7?" The President froze.
"Sector 7 was established during President Hoover's term," the Director explained. "It has existed ever since, completely classified. But now... that secrecy can no longer be maintained."
"What exactly is the AllSpark?" the President demanded. "These Autobots. These Decepticons. What are they?"
"Extraterrestrial life. Silicon-based," the Director said. "They possess technology far beyond Earth's current level."
"In truth, the reason the United States has achieved repeated technological breakthroughs over the years is because we've been studying the AllSpark. We reverse-engineered a great deal from it."
"The United States is now facing a monumental crisis, Mr. President."
"Thank God you explained something I already knew," the President said, staring helplessly at the ceiling. "Do you know how many countries have been calling this office? They've sent armies. Armies! All four of them! Every single one!"
"That is not the most important issue," the Director said calmly.
"Not important?" The President stiffened. A thought suddenly struck him. "Do we have a weapon that can leave them without the ability to retaliate?"
"If we did, World War III would've broken out long ago," the Director said, shaking his head. "We don't."
"And you're telling me not to worry?!" the President shouted.
"We can argue politics later," the Director said. "If necessary, we can surrender unimportant technology. Even important technology. That's not the point."
"The point is to buy time. They can't just invade."
"Right now, our top priority is finding one person."
"The man who can communicate with the Autobots."
"He can even perform 'form compilation' on these alien machines. That means he understands them completely and possesses knowledge far beyond conventional limits."
"If we can bring him to our side, he may be more valuable than the AllSpark itself."
"Has his identity been confirmed?" the President asked.
"It has," the Director said. "And that's where the situation becomes truly dangerous."
"I believe you can guess from the name alone, Mr. President."
"He is a Chinese citizen. Currently visiting the United States on vacation."
"If he returns to his home country with the trust of alien beings like the Autobots..."
"That will be our ultimate crisis."
"Then what are you waiting for?!" the President snapped. "Win him over! Houses! Beautiful women! Money! Give him whatever he wants!"
"Of all nations, the United States treats scientists the best!"
"Mr. President," the Director said slowly, "a talent of this level will receive top-tier treatment anywhere."
"Our competitiveness in this area is... not overwhelming."
"We must prepare for the worst."
"...What do you mean?" the President asked.
"If we cannot succeed," the Director said evenly, "then we must use the final option."
"What we cannot obtain..."
"We must ensure no one else does."