It turned out Saitama's idea was to have the Governor send out a distress signal to the future, luring those robots from the future back to this time.
That way, they could lie in wait in this era, and wipe out all the robots that threatened humanity.
The Governor listened and felt the plan was feasible… but that something was missing.
Governor said, "According to my calculations, the success rate of your plan is only sixty percent. We need more preparation to perfect it."
Saitama asked, "Like what?"
Governor said, "For example, if we send out a distress signal and reel in three to five robots, once they notice that this era has changed, they'll dispatch even more robots to come investigate. When that happens, we'll be facing a mountain of robots. What do we do then?"
The Governor continued, worried, "You have to understand, from the perspective of Year 2060's future technology, the tech level of 1984 has no technical value at all. Not to mention, this era is a bipolar world—Cold War times! Once future robots get involved, the probability of triggering a third world war will skyrocket!"
Saitama thought about it and realized he had a point.
Up till now, he'd only thought up a "fishing" method to lure them in, without thinking through the consequences of that fishing plan.
Sure enough, after living in peace for too long, he felt a deep disgust toward wars that broke out for no good reason.
But at the same time, Saitama felt that if he didn't do something, the robots in the future timeline would still sense that something was wrong.
Would they really just sit back and let the river of time "fix itself"?
At this moment, Vivian said, "I have an idea."
Vivian glanced at the two of them, hesitating a little before she continued.
The two men looked toward her.
Vivian said, "This era isn't as backward as we think! Do you still remember what happened in 2020? That shape-shifting monster from the future—once it was caught by the super electromagnetic attraction field, it couldn't move at all, and could only be obediently locked inside a glass dome."
Saitama drew in a deep breath. "You're saying we can also build a Super Electromagnetic Attractor in this era and use it to fight the robot army?"
Vivian said, "Exactly! As long as we have a Super Electromagnetic Attractor, we can perfectly counter the future robots!"
Governor: "..."
The Governor had a whole string of curses in his heart and didn't know whether he should say them or not.
Two humans were openly discussing, right in front of him, how to counter a robot army.
Was he supposed to just sit there and pretend he didn't exist?
But the current Governor was firmly on the "good guy" side. After thinking for a moment, he added Vivian's proposal into his calculations.
As expected—
After adding the Super Electromagnetic Attractor into the equation, their success rate against the future robots instantly rose to eighty percent.
Right now, their main task was to figure out how to find—or build—this Super Electromagnetic Attractor.
At this point, Vivian made another suggestion.
They could go look for the young Trump of this era.
Because in this era, young Trump was a completely unreliable guy. Not only did he not look anything like a future President of the United States, he even spent his time playing extras in TV dramas.
For example, in the classic American series "The Simpsons," he had a very memorable bit-part cameo.
That day…
With only a handful of people in the know, the entire year 1984 quietly underwent a drastic change.
Saitama, Vivian, the Governor and the others only knew that this was a decision they were making to change the future—but what they didn't know was that this very decision would open up a brand-new era for humanity.
An era filled with all kinds of heroes.
That afternoon.
The three of them, dressed in plain clothes, arrived at the home of young Trump.
The blond young man in a blue, polka-dot T-shirt and light-colored pants took one look at his three strange visitors and immediately exclaimed, "Are you guys here for my autograph too? Sorry, I'm not acting in TV dramas anymore! So if you want a signature, I'll have my butler sign for me! Butler? Butler?"
Trump, lazy to the extreme, started shouting for his butler to come sign things in his place—only to realize that the butler who used to appear at a single call was suddenly nowhere to be seen.
Trump: "..."
He looked again at the sunglasses-wearing Governor, at Saitama in his beige coat and red cape, and at the cold, beautiful Vivian beside them. An ominous feeling rose in his heart.
Had he… been targeted by spies from Russia?
In the next second, Saitama sat straight down on the sofa in front of Trump.
"Trump, I need you to do something for me."
Trump: "..."
Saitama tossed a written plan onto the coffee table in front of Trump. "You're going to find Andrew from Sector Seven. Tell him a batch of aliens is coming to invade Earth. Have him follow everything in this plan and make preparations ahead of time."
Trump glanced down. The paper was covered with bizarre structures, parts, and detailed descriptions of various devices, and his head started pounding the moment he saw it.
What was more, the true location of Sector Seven's base—
Turned out to be on a stretch of coastline not far from the very state they were in right now.
"These guys have to be pulling some kind of prank on me, right? I've been in America this long and I've never heard of anything called Sector Seven!"
At that moment, the Governor keenly caught the hint of suspicion on Trump's face. Without another word, he pulled out his rifle and fired off a full volley of eleven shots into an empty patch of floor beside Trump.
Bang!
Governor said, "Do exactly what we told you. Otherwise, I'll take your life."
Saitama and Vivian were both speechless.
To be honest, this wasn't how they'd planned to do things before coming here.
Looking at it now, didn't they seem exactly like villains forcing someone to do their bidding?
At the same time, the two of them couldn't help but admit that this kind of simple and brutal way of handling things really was something only the Governor could pull off.
While the three of them forced Trump to follow their instructions, the only thing they felt lucky about was that they still remembered Sector Seven's phone number.
Once Trump dialed Sector Seven, a hoarse voice—so distorted it was hard to tell what was real and what was fake—came from the other end.
Andrew said, "Oh, esteemed young Mr. Trump, where did you learn our contact number? You should know that incoming calls to this line are a top-secret matter for the entire U.S. military. If you can't give me a believable explanation, we'll have no choice but to bring charges against you in a military court. As for the charge… let's call it endangering national security."
In an instant, cold sweat poured down Trump's back.
When he looked at the three people in front of him again, his eyes were filled with fear and shock.
At the same time, the moment Trump's call connected to Sector Seven, a hidden mission quietly popped up in Saitama's system.
"Hidden Mission Unlocked: Defeat the Future Machines, Protect Human Peace! Time Coordinate: 1984!"
"Mission Reward: Peace!"
"Additional Reward: Epoch-Making Hero Medal! All attributes increased by one percent!"
(End of Chapter)
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