Alex's life was full and busy; every day, he had to look after his parents, who had just undergone Rejuvenation Surgery, ensuring they adapted to the changes of their bodies becoming younger, and also deal with the government affairs of the 40k universe.
His parents were easy to handle; the sanatorium had dedicated staff taking care of them. He mainly just showed up daily to sit and chat with the elderly couple.
As for the 40k side, with the secretariat and Rachel, he didn't need to worry about internal affairs, and the three Commanders' performance in military matters was also outstanding, meaning there was almost nothing that required his special attention or concern.
However, as a Governor, Alex could choose not to care about many things, but he still needed to be aware, at least knowing how far things had progressed and what his subordinates were busy with, lest he be hollowed out without realizing it.
So, although he spent much less time in 40k during this period, the matters he needed to handle did not decrease; in fact, there was a tendency for him to be even busier, having to juggle both ends.
However, while he was busy on both fronts, the international situation in the 3k era was turbulent, even gradually escalating into an international storm.
Led by several countries that habitually lectured the East, a multinational group jointly pressured the East to disclose the formula for the longevity serum, grandiosely claiming that "this technology should belong to all humankind."
Their diplomatic rhetoric was impassioned, as if the East's refusal to disclose the formula was hindering the progress of human civilization.
However, the East's Foreign Ministry's response was extremely brief, even carrying a hint of disdainful indifference—"Nonsensical."
Yes, there was no formal refutation or explanation, only these four characters.
The reason was simple—when the Foreign Ministry held this press conference, they directly brought in a squad of Old Lu, fully armed, standing behind the press spokesperson.
But these were not ordinary soldiers; they were Old Lu equipped with the latest Power Armor.
These Power Armors had sharp angles, their dark composite armor surfaces gleaming with a cold luster, the hydraulic devices at the joints hummed softly, and the helmet visors flashed with pale blue scanning lights.
They were not holding conventional rifles either, but the laser weapons announced earlier, with energy indicators on the gun bodies glowing with dangerous red light.
When these steel giants stood silently behind the spokesperson, the atmosphere of the entire press conference instantly solidified.
Reporters from various countries exchanged glances, and all the sharp questions they had prepared were stuck in their throats.
—This was no longer a battle of diplomatic rhetoric, but a naked display of strength.
The East's ability to respond with "Nonsensical" was already giving enough face.
Or rather, in the face of such deterrence, the East's willingness to respond verbally already fully expressed its "respect" for the international community.
The East had previously only low-key announced the preliminary success of laser weapons and Power Armor trials, and at the time, the international community generally believed these were merely conceptual equipment, at least another ten to eight years away from actual deployment.
Who knew that after such a short time, these sci-fi-like equipments had already silently completed combat tests and begun official deployment to the troops!
At the press conference, a team of fully armed army soldiers, clad in the latest Power Armor, stood directly behind the Foreign Ministry spokesperson.
If this wasn't naked military deterrence, then what was military deterrence?
Many foreign reporters at the scene, who had been harboring ill intentions and preparing to challenge the spokesperson, instantly cleared their eyes upon seeing this team of steel warriors.
Someone subconsciously swallowed, while others quietly crossed out the sharp questions they had prepared in their notebooks.
Even more ironically, reporters who were accustomed to asking questions in English now obediently switched to Chinese, fearing that they might not express themselves clearly and provoke a "misunderstanding" from those Power Armor warriors.
This scene made Alex, who was watching the live broadcast of the press conference, laugh so hard he was bent over, clutching his stomach on the sofa, almost dropping his phone.
"These people change their faces faster than flipping a book!" he muttered to himself between laughs.
However, although the East showed a tough stance at the Foreign Ministry's press conference, it did not completely refuse cooperation.
After responding to the queries, the spokesperson changed the subject and announced that the East would "selectively" engage in technical cooperation with some "friendly countries."
At this, the reporters' eyes at the scene became even clearer, some even frantically taking notes, afraid of missing any keyword.
They eagerly wanted to know which countries were included in this "selectively friendly country"? Which lucky ones would be able to ride the East's technology express?
Meanwhile, the representatives of certain countries who had previously lectured the East now had extremely interesting expressions.
Some feigned composure, adjusting their ties, some lowered their heads, pretending to check their phones, and others secretly wiped cold sweat from their foreheads.
The atmosphere of the entire press conference became subtle and thought-provoking at this moment.
Seeing this, Alex stopped focusing on the press conference, put his phone aside, and began to ponder the current situation of Rostov.
Under Alex's governance, the Rostov Sub-Sector, though still having to deal with continuous harassment from the Necrons and Orks, had largely stabilized, showing considerable development momentum.
Under Alex's governance, the Rostov Sub-Sector, though still having to deal with occasional raids from the Space Necron Fleet and the threat of the Ork Battle Moons, had largely stabilized, entering a rare period of development opportunity.
The population was steadily growing, manufacturing and agricultural output continued to climb, and trade routes had become active again.
Within the Sub-Sector, new colony planets had also increased, and the Empire had achieved effective control over nearly half of the star systems.
As long as the Space Necron Dynasty entrenched there could be completely resolved in the upcoming campaign, and that Ork Battle Moon destroyed, then in the period before the Great Rift opened, the Rostov Sub-Sector would usher in an unprecedented era of peaceful development.
As for the Greater Daemon lurking in the Star Sector Capital and the increasingly rampant Chaos cult, while these threats certainly existed, they were ranked lower on Alex's list of priorities.
As the saying goes, one does not meddle in affairs outside one's purview.
After all, each fulfilling their own duties is the fundamental principle of the Empire's operation, and such matters involving Chaos inherently fall within the purview of the Star Sector Tribunal.
He had already sent Ahriman to assist once before; he couldn't possibly be expected to handle all problems by himself.
Of course, after 32 and Mai Mai rushed over, Alex cared even less.
If four of them plus Ahriman couldn't handle something, he wouldn't be able to solve the problem either, at most, he could summon the Titan to flip the table.
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