I'm the administrator of the National Fortune Arena at the start of the game; I'll hand it

"The first step of the plan," Davis continued, his voice like a cold, venomous snake, "is to use all our intelligence networks and undercover agents to confirm the latest locations of all the targets on this list in the shortest possible time."

"Especially those key personnel who will be involved in the 'controlled nuclear fusion' project—they are our primary targets!"

"The second step is that we will select the top elites from our most elite special forces, SEAL Team Six and Delta Force, to form several Ghost Squads."

"These squads will secretly infiltrate the Dragon Kingdom through various channels."

"They have only one mission."

Davis paused here, his single eye sweeping over everyone present, and said, word by word:

"Eliminate all targets on the list at all costs!"

"The operation demands speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness! Leave no survivors, and leave no evidence that directly points to us!"

"After completing the mission, evacuate immediately. If evacuation is not possible, then... purify the site on the spot."

The so-called purification is, in fact, suicide.

This is a one-way, death mission.

Upon hearing this plan, the command center fell silent once again.

too crazy.

That's too cruel.

This is no longer a simple assassination; it's an attempt to destroy the technological future of the Dragon Kingdom at its very foundation! If the plan succeeds, it will undoubtedly turn the tide of the war, but the problem is…

"What if... what if the plan fails?" an official asked in a low voice.

"There are no 'what ifs,' and don't even think about them!" Davis's tone was resolute. "Only success is allowed; failure is not an option!"

"To ensure the success of the plan, I suggest activating our top-level ace agent, codenamed Death."

"grim Reaper?!"

Upon hearing this name, everyone present changed their expressions.

Death is the most mysterious and powerful ace agent in the United States. His true identity is known only to a very few people, including the president and the secretary of defense.

Legend has it that he was a perfect killing machine who underwent the most brutal genetic modifications and devilish training.

He is proficient in all the killing techniques in the world, can use any weapon skillfully, and possesses some special abilities that are beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

He alone is comparable to an army.

Over the past decade, he has secretly eliminated countless enemies for the United States without ever failing.

He is the beacon of light, the sharpest dagger hidden in the darkness.

Using the Grim Reaper means that the United States is truly going all out this time.

Normally, one might consider saving face, but now that it's a life-or-death crisis, how could one possibly hold onto their trump card?

"I agree." The president nodded, his eyes turning icy cold. "Let Death lead the team himself."

"He will serve as the overall commander of this Ghost Project, responsible for coordinating the actions of all Ghost squads."

Tell him, I only want the result.

"No matter what methods he uses, no matter what price he pays, all I want is to see that damned nuclear fusion project in China turn into a pile of worthless paper!"

"Yes, Mr. President!" General Davis snapped to attention, gave a military salute, and a bloodthirsty, excited smile spread across his face.

An unprecedented and bloody massacre targeting the Chinese technology community is about to begin.

……

Meanwhile, in the Dragon Kingdom.

Everyone was still immersed in immense joy and beautiful hopes for the future.

No one knew that a chilling current from hell was quietly approaching.

National destiny base.

After a day of rest, Wang Yi's injuries have basically healed.

The T-virus serum gave him a terrifying recovery ability far beyond that of ordinary people, and his injuries would heal naturally in a short time.

At this moment, he and Chen Hu were in the training room of the base, studying the two SS-level ancient scriptures.

"Captain, how do you use this thing?" Chen Hu asked, looking at the "Book of the Dead" over and over, his face full of confusion.

The writing in the book was an ancient hieroglyphic script that he couldn't understand at all, like scribbles.

"I don't know either." Wang Yi was also studying the "Golden Sutra of the Sun," and he was equally clueless.

He tried to inject the lightning power within his body into the book, but the book did not react at all.

"How about... we ask Old Qin?" Chen Hu suggested.

"That's all we can do," Wang Yi nodded.

Just then, his private communicator suddenly rang.

It was Su Yuan calling.

"Wang Yi, come to my room immediately, right now."

Su Yuan's voice sounded a bit off.

Gone was his usual composure and calmness; instead, he carried an unprecedented solemnity.

Wang Yi's heart skipped a beat.

He knew something must have happened.

Moreover, something big has happened.

He dared not delay, immediately put down the ancient scripture in his hand, and strode towards Su Yuan's room.