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Chapter 259 "I am the Son of God!"

While in the fighter jet, McCullen saw the Doctor's projection suddenly appear on the monitor and was suddenly filled with a sense of foreboding.

Others might not know, but he was very clear that this guy and the baroness who had just betrayed him were siblings from the same mother.

Now that his sister has become a traitor, who knows what crazy things this younger brother will do next.

Inside the cockpit, the White Ghost performed a final check of all the fighter jet's system parameters.

Just as he was about to start the engine, pull up the control stick, and begin taxiing for takeoff, he turned his head and saw his boss's unpredictable expression, and couldn't help but offer some words of comfort:

"Although I haven't met the doctor many times, he's obsessed with scientific research and naive to worldly affairs. His nickname as a research fanatic is well-known in the base. Apart from those terrifying research studies, this guy has no other worldly desires at all, so there's absolutely no reason for him to betray us for no reason."

McClane nodded slightly, his expression softening somewhat.

White Ghost is right. For a research fanatic, nothing wins loyalty more than ample research funding.

If he were to leave Cobra, where else could the Doctor find a financial backer to continue supporting his outlandish weapons research?
However, this thought had barely surfaced when it was shattered by the doctor's next words on the monitor.

"I, Rex Lewis, am willing to pledge allegiance to the Spectre Party, along with all members of the Cobra underwater research base, and offer up all my research findings!"

Ok?
Whether it was Rorschach and his group in headquarters or Harold and his group on the plane outside, they were all dumbfounded when they heard this and silently chanted "Wotfa" in their minds.

Then, the PhD student added with a smile:
"To show my sincerity, I have taken control of McCarran's plane; he can no longer escape."

At that moment, on the fighter jet on the top tarmac, McClane sensed something was wrong upon hearing this and immediately roared at Ghost, "Quick! Get out of here! This damned ingrate wants to use me as a pledge of allegiance!"

White Ghost was startled and immediately spun the fighter jet engine to prepare for an emergency takeoff.

But the next second, a glaring red warning suddenly flashed on the fighter jet's instrument panel, and all systems malfunctioned at the same time.

Subsequently, this fighter jet, whose technology surpasses that of all other aircraft in the world today, seemed to be frozen in place, completely immobilized.

Inside the cabin, McCarran and White Ghost frantically pounded on the control panel, but to no avail. They could only struggle in vain like two trapped beasts, locked in this high-tech cage.

The doctor projected the footage from the fighter jet's cameras onto Rorschach and the others, and said with a friendly smile, "This is my sincerity, Mr. Butcher. McCullen is ambitious but lacks foresight, only interested in starting wars, and doesn't understand the value of technology at all. Even if you hadn't come today, I would have wanted to get rid of him for a long time, but I was just lacking a suitable opportunity."

Although he was smiling and his words were full of goodwill, his terrifying appearance and evil voice made it seem as if this freak was plotting a bigger conspiracy, sending chills down one's spine.

Rorschach stared blankly at the holographic projection. After a brief silence, he shrugged. "OK, you seem like a pretty decent person."

With his fingers gently stroking his chin, Rorschach listened to Harold and the others' analysis report through his earpiece, his eyes slightly narrowed, and said in a playful tone, "However, how do I know that we might believe you one minute, and then you might reactivate these nanobots and surround us like dumplings?"

The Doctor let out a low, hoarse laugh: "It's simple. If I'm not mistaken, your companions—Harold and Root, the creators of the [Machine]—are probably hacking into the AI ​​system controlling the nanobots. Although I designed this system myself, I'm certainly no match for these two in terms of hacking skills. If nothing unexpected happens, the system firewall should be breached by them soon, and then these nanobot warriors will obey your commands, be at your beck and call, and fight for you."

He paused meaningfully, then added, "If you're still not comfortable with this, I can give you the coordinates of the underwater base. Once you arrive, simply insert the [Staff] chip into the system host, and in one second, all of Cobra's nanotech warriors will be under your control."

These words were spoken very frankly, sincerely, and without reservation.

But Luo Xia and his companions did not let their guard down at all.

Although they were both smiling at each other, they showed no intention of putting down their weapons and even reloaded their magazines in perfect unison.

Time ticked by, and the doctor calmly watched them.

Anna and the others gripped their weapons tightly as if facing a formidable enemy, not daring to relax their guard in the slightest.

Judging from the fact that the other party was able to paralyze all the nanobots with just one sentence, Dr. Rex's defection was definitely not a spur-of-the-moment decision.

He must have been planning this for a long time. Perhaps, as he said, even if the Spectres don't come, he is prepared to launch a coup, eliminate McCullen, and take the throne as the leader of Cobra.

At this moment, no one felt more conflicted than the Baroness.

If she had known her brother had such ambitions, why would she have sought refuge with outsiders?
If the siblings join forces, Cobra, the world's largest terrorist organization, will eventually become their family business.

Two minutes passed quickly.

Harold's excited voice came through Rorschach's and the others' earpieces—they had successfully cracked the nanite system controlling the nanite warriors!

As soon as the words were spoken, the nanobots that had been paralyzed on the ground seemed to be injected with life, and they all stood up and lined up in neat rows.

Anna and the others immediately raised their guns, fully alert, their fingers on the triggers.

But shockingly, these reactivated nanobots did not launch an attack. Instead, they punched their chests and knelt down on one knee in front of Rorschach!

"The headquarters has more than 5,600 nano warriors, including more than 100 elite individuals."

Harold reported via communicator, "I have rewritten the instructions for their control core. Everything will be based on your orders, Rorschach. From now on, you are their supreme commander."

Upon hearing this news, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Even Luo Xia's brows relaxed slightly, and his tense shoulders eased a little.

Although he was confident that he could break through the encirclement alone, he could not guarantee that his companions would escape unscathed.

Now that the strongest armed force in headquarters, the nanobots, has all submitted, Rorschach and his men have nothing to worry about. After letting out a sigh of relief, they put down their weapons and looked around at their surroundings with great interest.

Luo Xia raised his chin at the holographic projection in front of him and said with a playful tone, "It seems that not all of you Cobras are idiots. I can only say that although you look like an evil villain in a movie, at least you are not too smart and know who to side with to go further."

The doctor's expression was slightly stiff.

This guy just said he "looks very upright," but the moment he got control of the nanobots, he immediately changed his tune. He's really pragmatic.

He glanced at the crowd, and apart from Rorschach, almost no one was worthy of his attention. But then he thought, one Rorschach was enough.

“Mr. Butcher,” the doctor suddenly spoke up, “there are a few things I would like to ask you privately. Could we talk about them privately?”

Seeing his impatient look, Luo Xia knew that this guy must have other plans, which might be the real reason for his last-minute defection.

He nodded and followed the projection into the inner room.

Meanwhile, Anna and others, each leading hundreds of nanobots under the Baroness's command, began a full takeover of the headquarters.

It's important to know that the entire Cobra headquarters is comparable in size to a small city, with an enormous internal space containing multiple areas such as the operations department, research and development center, and logistics support, making its structure intricate and complex.

If it weren't for the Baroness leading the way and the hacking into the surveillance system to strike at the heart of the problem, they probably would have been lost in this labyrinthine base long ago.

A few minutes later, the doctor led Rorschach into a messy office. Looking at the scattered documents and half-empty glass of red wine on the table, it wasn't hard to guess that this was McClane's private office.

Seeing this, Rorschach swaggered past the doctor, plopped down in the leather executive chair behind the desk, then propped his legs up on the table, pulled out a box of Cuban cigars from the drawer, lit them, and leisurely exhaled smoke rings.

Seeing Luo Xia's overbearing manner, the doctor didn't mind and smiled as he introduced, "Cobra has 126 outposts around the world, and countless safe houses of all sizes. Each one is stationed with at least dozens of nanobots and other armed forces."

"In terms of economics, Cobra has been laying out its global presence for decades. The major conglomerates you see today, such as Blackstone, BlackRock, and Vanguard, all have our front men secretly controlling the financial lifeline. In the global energy economy, we have also established a complete industrial chain. Apart from rare earth resources in the East, we have placed people in almost all energy and mineral resources around the world to control key nodes."

"It's no exaggeration to say that if you wanted to, you could now mobilize far more wealth than the world's richest person; you'd be truly richer than a country!"

However, Rorschach simply smoked his cigar expressionlessly, staring at him without saying a word.

Seeing this, the doctor continued, "Besides the Arctic headquarters, Cobra's most crucial strategic location is the underwater base where I am. It's where the most advanced technological weapons are being developed, and thousands of elite nanotech warriors are stationed, all equipped with state-of-the-art gear. In other words, the underwater base is Cobra's arsenal; only by bringing it under control can we truly master the entire organization."

Rorschach flicked the ash from his cigar, too lazy to beat around the bush any longer, and went straight to the point: "Tell me, what do you want in return for handing over the underwater base to me?"

A glint of fervor flashed in the doctor's eyes as he eagerly demanded, "It's simple! I want Mr. Butcher to tell me how you concealed all those weapons in unseen places, and what kind of technology you used!"

Upon hearing this, Luo Xia suddenly realized what was going on.

After all that, it turns out this tech fanatic had his eye on his "Tyrant Space".

However, his [Eye of Judgment] system cannot be explained by existing technology. Even if it could, it would probably be alien technology far beyond human comprehension, something this guy wouldn't believe even if you told him.

Luo Xia raised his eyes and stared at the projection in front of him. A flash of blood-red light appeared in his eyes, and [Eye of Judgment] was activated instantly.

In an instant, countless black mists surged above the doctor's head, their density causing Rorschach to frown—this was the first time he had ever seen such a sinful fellow, and he probably had killed no fewer than a thousand people.

After a moment of silence, Rorschach raised a finger and tapped the glass on the table.

Under the doctor's astonished gaze, the glass vanished without a trace in an instant.

With a soft click, the glass reappeared in Rorschach's hand, the half-full glass of red wine inside completely unspoiled.

Immediately afterwards, as if by magic, various weapons—rifles, submachine guns, drones, rockets, and grenade launchers—appeared in his hands one after another, like a magician conjuring up a deck of cards.

The doctor was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

He knew perfectly well that this was no magic trick; those weapons were genuinely taken out of thin air and could be used freely and at will.

The only explanation is that the other party has mastered dimensional folding technology, which allows them to compress objects into other-dimensional spaces and access them at any time.

But what puzzled him was that, with the current level of technology, it was simply impossible to achieve such a technology.

Finally, when a Desert Fox Abrams main battle tank appeared out of thin air in the center of the office, it completely shattered all of this mad scientist's cognitive framework.

No matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn't understand how this 62-ton steel behemoth came to be!

"I swear to you on my life's research and my scientific beliefs!"

The doctor knelt on one knee, gazing fervently at Rorschach: "If you are willing to share the core principles of dimensional folding technology, from this day forward I, Rex Lewis, will be your most loyal follower, never to be betrayed!"

Luo Xia calmly returned the tank to the Tyrant Space, watching the scientist who was in a state of confusion. After a few seconds, he revealed a mysterious smile: "Actually, you guessed wrong. These are not technologies."

"Not technology?"

The doctor's voice suddenly rose, and he shook his head in disbelief: "Impossible! I used a high-speed camera and had the AI ​​analyze your movements at the slowest frame rate. These weapons appeared out of thin air; it's definitely not magic!"

"That's right, it's not magic, but it's not technology either."

Rorschach slowly rose, looking down at the holographic projection, his voice deep and authoritative: "Because this is a miracle!"

He opened his arms as if to embrace, and solemnly declared: "I am the Son of God, sent by God to descend to earth. My Father has given me divine power so that justice may be served and evil may be judged!"

The doctor was completely dumbfounded.

People who have believed in science their whole lives simply cannot accept this argument.

But then he suddenly remembered the scene during the previous battle where Rorschach's companions used ordinary pistols to smash the heads of nanobots—a phenomenon that seemed difficult to explain with current technology.

“I know you have many doubts and find it hard to accept.”

Rorschach's tone softened, and he began to coax, "But just as Newton could not explain the nature of gravity to the world, and Einstein could not explain quantum entanglement, I also cannot explain why God chose me. But the will of God is unfathomable, and mortals can only revere it."

The doctor stood frozen in the projection, his facial muscles twitching unnaturally.

After a long pause, he swallowed hard and said, "Could you please come to the underwater base? I want to witness the miracle and bask in the holy light."

Luo Xia scoffed upon hearing this, "I'm afraid the moment I arrive at the base, I'll be surrounded and attacked by the nanobots you've arranged to ambush me, and eventually tied up on the operating table for dissection and research."

After a long silence, the doctor finally made up his mind: "Then please wait for me for a few days. I will set off immediately with my underwater troops to see you in the Arctic."

Seeing Rorschach's displeasure, he quickly added, "I know you seized the Staff to modify the Machine's main consciousness. This requires going to the Machine's main unit at the bottom of the California Strait. It's heavily guarded by the Federation, and with my underwater forces assisting, your success rate will be higher."

After a moment's thought, Luo Xia nodded slightly: "Very good, I look forward to seeing you."

The doctor bowed deeply at the end, and the projection instantly disappeared into the air.

Rorschach curled his lips in disdain.

He certainly can't explain these abilities scientifically, but he's more than capable of convincing people by portraying himself as the Son of God.

Religious fervor is rampant in the US, especially in the South, where almost every small town is a devout Catholic community, and they are very receptive to this kind of rhetoric.

Flicked his cigarette ash and gave Rorschach a dangerous smile.

As for Dr. Rex, once he's right in front of me, taking his life will be as easy as crushing an ant.

The entire Cobra organization is about to be in his hands.

No, perhaps this organization should be renamed the "Spectre Party" right now!

(End of this chapter)