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This press conference was the first public meeting held by Russia concerning the Pseudo-humans.

As one of the top three among the permanent members of the Security Council, Russia stood firmly at the forefront globally in terms of both military and national strength.

Back before the Impostor incident erupted in public, Russia had actually vaguely guessed at the inside story.

After all, that realistic documentary about the Pseudo-humans had come from their hands.

The various details revealed by Nakamura Taro in the Live Broadcast Room were discovered by Russian scientists, who were adept at reading between the lines.

They had originally intended to wait until Su Yu's live stream ended before contacting him to share the details.

But who could have known that Su Yu would spot Nakamura Taro's peculiarities after just one meeting and secretly have people at the hospital collect Nakamura Taro's biological sample information.

This cautious style of acting had initially made the Russian scientists breathe a sigh of relief.

Since you already knew the other party's true identity was not human, you shouldn't have alerted the enemy and let the matter happen right in front of global viewers.

However, the news suddenly exposed by Vice President Zhong disrupted all plans, causing the Russian research experts' hearts to jump into their throats.

"Good heavens!"

"Is this really how such shocking matters are supposed to be told? Is China just too confident, or did Vice President Zhong not use his brain?"

Bringing everything directly into the open was actually a source of pressure for both sides.

However, since the deed was done, there was no use for Russia to try to remedy it.

Fortunately, after days of internal meetings, the upper echelons of Russia finally chose to go with the flow!

They decided to share all the information they had gathered about the Pseudo-humans over the years with the world in the form of a press conference.

This became the second blade aimed at the Pseudo-humans, aside from the live broadcast at the hospital in China.

Cold and sharp!

The Spokesperson from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs responsible for conducting this Russian press conference was named Mikhail.

The translated meaning of this name is "like God."

Mikhail felt that at this moment, he was like God, shouldering the mission of all humanity.

This morning, after the leadership finalized the meeting's content, they called him over and handed him all the currently compiled data regarding the Pseudo-humans.

He was instructed to memorize it thoroughly before the press conference so he could answer the various questions from reporters when the conference began.

When he saw the detailed content, his hair stood on end, and he felt a chill down his spine.

The various materials indicated that the Pseudo-humans had been infiltrating human society for over a hundred years, perhaps even dating back further.

They had remained dormant, seemingly waiting for something.

They possessed higher-level thinking that humans lacked, as well as technological capabilities that humans did not have.

Over the past hundred years, human technology had developed rapidly, and every qualitative technological leap had been inseparable from their influence.

But at the same time, their appearance had also accelerated humanity's exploitation and utilization of various resources on Earth.

They claimed it was to accelerate human technological progress, but in reality, they were constantly extracting the Earth's limited resources and energy.

Therefore, regarding the Pseudo-humans, Mikhail personally believed they were like a double-edged sword: they could enable rapid human progress, but they could also push humanity toward destruction.

The most obvious example was the emergence of "Synthesis."

This type of weapon of mass destruction should not have appeared in this world. If not for the Pseudo-humans subtly pushing it forward and leaking these previously locked-away technologies, humanity would not be in its current situation.

Of course, it was too late to discuss these things now; the die had been cast.

Mikhail's task right now was to tell the public, to tell all of humanity, about these speculations.

However, what puzzled Mikhail was this.

Originally, given his memory capacity, memorizing this data would have been a piece of cake.

But for some reason, ever since he went to the restroom halfway through, he was shocked to discover that he had a long gap in his memory.

The memory gap felt as if a piece of his brain had been cut away; he couldn't remember anything that had happened during that time.

It was like a person waking up the day after a hangover, finding their mind completely blank.

And what made Mikhail feel even more terrified was this.

Whenever he tried hard to memorize the data about the Pseudo-humans, a voice would suddenly appear in his mind.

The voice echoed in his mind like a lingering melody.

It told him to forget everything before him, that these matters had nothing to do with him. He only needed to close his eyes, have a nice sleep, and everything would be over.

But the more he was bewitched by the voice, the less Mikhail dared to sleep.

In the depths of his consciousness, he sensed that something was wrong.

How could such a situation suddenly arise? He knew that before he accepted this mission, his mental state had always been excellent; he had never experienced such a trance.

It was as if someone wanted to control his thoughts and seize his consciousness.

Thinking of this, Mikhail's fear deepened.

"No, this is too strange! Could it be that the Pseudo-humans hiding in the shadows learned of the news and acted to stop me from telling information related to them?"

He tried hard to hold onto his consciousness. But unfortunately, the harder he tried, the worse the results were.

With only ten minutes left until the press conference was about to start!

This was a press conference for a global audience; Mikhail's palms were sweating with anxiety. But his brain felt like it had been completely sealed with cement; he couldn't memorize anything at all.

Not far away.

Several gazes from the shadows swept over his furrowed brow from time to time, seemingly expectant yet tinged with a bit of vigilance.

Mikhail felt his consciousness becoming more and more blurred, increasingly blurred.

Blurring to the point where, in the end, even he himself did not know what he was doing.

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At the press conference venue.

Countless flashes were constantly blinking, and the lights poured down from overhead, feeling scorching on people's faces.

Media reporters from various countries had all finished entering the venue.

Everyone was quietly waiting for the countdown to the press conference.

Five minutes, three minutes, one minute.

As the hourly chime sounded, Russia's press conference officially began!

Under the spotlights, Mikhail dragged his slightly heavy steps as he slowly walked from off-stage to the microphone position in the center of the stage.

No one noticed that his body movements were strangely stiff at this moment, and no one noticed that as he kept his head lowered, his pupils were constantly flickering.

One moment they were normal human eyes, and the next, they were slightly narrowed vertical pupils.