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The Middle East, a war-torn region whose very name is blurred on the map.

The night was bathed in the crimson glow of gunfire.

The regular army's T-72 main battle tanks lined up in a row, their tracks crushing the dry sand, and their 125mm smoothbore guns spitting out flames one after another.

High-explosive grenades exploded in the ruins hundreds of meters away, kicking up clouds of dust. Tracer rounds from heavy machine guns drew dense red lines across the night sky, riddling the wrecked buildings with holes.

The rebels, secretly supported by the United States, were driven to the brink of despair by this wave of heavy firepower. Hundreds of them huddled behind the ruins, not daring to even raise their heads.

"Sir! The left flank is about to collapse! Enemy armored vehicles are advancing!" A rebel soldier with a blood-stained face roared into the communicator. Just as he finished shouting, a stray bullet grazed his helmet, forcing him to quickly bury his head in the sand.

Abbas, the regular army commander, stood beside an armored command vehicle, observing the battle through binoculars. He spat and said, "A bunch of rabble. Order the Second Battalion to advance along the entire front, with the armored company flanking from the flanks. End the battle within half an hour."

A deafening shriek echoed from high above.

The sound grew louder as it approached, drowning out the roar of artillery fire on the battlefield.

Abbas put down his binoculars and looked up at the night sky.

A massive black metal airdrop pod, trailing a long plume of flame, pierced through the clouds and hurtled towards the front of the regular army's position.

The soil rolled up.

The airdrop pod crashed heavily onto the sand, creating a crater over ten meters wide. The ground trembled violently, and the shockwave overturned several light jeeps nearby. Several soldiers who couldn't dodge in time were swept into the air by the blast wave and crashed heavily into the rubble.

Abbas was thrown to the ground, his ears ringing. He scrambled to his feet, drew his pistol, and pointed it at the crater: "What are the anti-aircraft troops doing! Everyone, prepare fire!"

The metal door of the airdrop capsule burst open.

Heavy footsteps echoed from the bottom of the pit.

A five-meter-tall yellow giant roared as it strode out of the deep pit. Its entire body was covered in rough, dark yellow skin, and its bulging muscles gleamed metallically in the firelight. Just its presence at the edge of the pit exuded an insurmountable sense of oppression.

Abbas's eyes widened, and his voice cracked: "Fire! Kill this monster!"

Twelve heavy machine guns simultaneously turned their muzzles, unleashing a dense barrage of tracer rounds that rained down on the Yellow Giant. Five rocket launcher operators shouldered their RPGs and pulled the triggers.

Five armor-piercing rockets, trailing plumes of flame, accurately struck the Yellow Giant in the chest.

The flames engulfed the target.

"Hit!" the regular army soldiers cheered.

The smoke and dust were dispersed by the night wind.

The giant yellow machine gun stood still. The 12.7mm heavy machine gun bullets struck its monstrous muscles, leaving not even a white mark. The bullets were completely flattened, falling haphazardly into the sand. The RPG explosion only left a few clumps of black ash on its chest, not even breaking the skin.

The yellow giant turned his head and surveyed the battlefield.

There was no trace of wild beastly rage in those eyes. The consciousness deep within the alien genes was taking over this body. It was calculating trajectories and analyzing firepower distribution.

It leaped out of the pit with its massive body using the force of its legs, avoiding the crossfire from the front.

"Where did it go? Radar locked on!" Abbas roared into the walkie-talkie.

The Yellow Giant was incredibly fast, completely defying the physics of its massive size. It moved nimbly through ruins and sand dunes, deliberately choosing blind spots from enemy fire.

In less than two minutes, it circled around to the flank of the regular army's position.

Two communications command vehicles were parked on the side.

The giant rushed over, smashed the bulletproof glass with a slap, reached into the carriage, and pulled out the communication equipment and two operators inside.

The operator didn't even have time to scream before he was pinched in two.

The regular army's command system completely collapsed. Frontline troops received no orders and descended into chaos.

The yellow giant threw away the pieces of meat in its hand and walked to a thick concrete utility pole by the roadside. It grabbed the pole with both hands, used its waist strength, and uprooted it.

It gripped the middle of the utility pole with one hand, stepped back, twisted its waist, and swung its arm in a wide arc.

The utility pole transformed into a giant javelin, piercing the night sky.

Five hundred meters away, the ventilation shaft of the regular army's underground ammunition depot was exposed on the ground.

The utility pole accurately smashed through the iron fence of the ventilation opening and plunged straight into the ground.

The series of explosions overturned half of the position. Fireballs shot into the sky, and exploding shells flew everywhere, blasting the surrounding soldiers to pieces.

Abbas lay prone under the jeep, clutching the broken communicator, his face filled with despair: "This can't be! This monster knows tactical infiltration? It's striking at the snake's vital point!"

The shadow of the yellow giant loomed over the jeep.

Abbas raised his head and met those indifferent, mocking eyes.

A large foot stomped down.

Abbas and his vehicle were trampled into a wrecked metal disc.

In just five hours.

A well-equipped, modern regular army collapsed completely. Tanks were overturned, positions were razed to the ground, and casualties were heavy.

The rebels hid behind the ruins, not firing a single shot. Once the battle was over, they followed the Yellow Giant and took over the area without bloodshed.

The battle had barely ended when this high-definition video of the massacre was deliberately leaked to the dark web by the United States.

A major upheaval has occurred in the top ranks of the global military.

The underground conference room of the Kremlin in Russia.

The defense minister stared at the video on the big screen, unaware that the cigar in his hand had burned his fingers.

"The analysis report is out." The intelligence officer handed over a document, his voice trembling. "The target's physical defenses exceed the armor limits of all our main battle tanks. Its speed reaches 120 kilometers per hour. Most terrifyingly, it possesses extremely high tactical proficiency. It knows how to disrupt command systems and how to utilize terrain for cover."

The defense minister slammed the documents on the table: "And the conclusion?"

"Without the use of tactical nuclear weapons, humanity's existing conventional armies are nothing more than a pile of helpless mincemeat in its presence."

The entire conference room fell into a deathly silence.

In the military command centers of various European countries, generals watched the yellow giant tear armored vehicles apart, their faces ashen. In Japan, the Ministry of Defense was in complete chaos, with the Prime Minister convening an emergency cabinet meeting overnight to discuss how to respond to a ground-based deterrent of this caliber from the United States.

In five hours, the United States demonstrated to the world what absolute land warfare hegemony truly means.

Beautiful Country, Black House.

Trump leaned back on the sofa in his Oval Office, a glass of Romanée-Conti in hand. On the television screens, major news networks were rolling reports of his "major victory in the fight against terrorism" in the Middle East. His approval ratings were soaring.

He picked up the encrypted phone on his desk and dialed Smith, who was in Area 51.

"See that, Smith?!" the reliable guy yelled, spitting on the microphone. "This is the power of America! The whole world is trembling! These few crappy mechs from Great Xia are nothing!"

On the other end of the phone, Smith wiped the cold sweat from his brow: "Mr. President, the combat data of clone Zero is perfect. Its learning ability and obedience have exceeded expectations. It completely follows the tactical commands we implanted."

"I want an army like this!" The reliable guy interrupted him. "Start mass cloning immediately! One hundred, one thousand! I want these monsters to raze all disobedient lands! Use whatever funds are available in the national treasury, and just list whatever resources you need; I'll give you the green light!"

"Understood! We'll start the automated incubation chamber immediately." Smith hung up the phone.

Tomson Riviera Villas in Shanghai.

Li Yichen nestled in the large leather sofa. Above the coffee table, a holographic projection was playing a loop of footage of Huang Juren tearing apart armored vehicles on the Middle Eastern battlefield.

He picked up the purple clay teacup, blew on it to cool it down, and took a sip.

"That's it?" Li Yichen curled his lip in disdain. "I thought this alien gene could conjure an energy ball or fire a laser or something, but it turns out it's still the most primitive physical hand-to-hand combat. Too crude."

Ling'er's holographic projection sat on the edge of the coffee table, her little legs swinging back and forth. She held a bucket of virtual popcorn in her hands, stuffed two kernels into her mouth, and said with a grin, "Brother, your expectations are too high. This lump of flesh is enough to deal with this group of conventional troops. But in front of our mechs and space carriers, it's just a large sandbag."

Ling'er waved her hand, bringing up several data comparison charts: "Look, it lacks air defense capabilities and long-range energy weapons. When it encounters our Xuan Bird fighter jet, it can only be bombed on the ground. One punch from a Titan mech could splatter its brains out."

Li Yichen put down his teacup, leaned back on the sofa, and tapped his knees with his fingers.

"The United States is engaging in militarism and treating alien garbage like treasure." He scoffed. "Trump thinks he can turn the tide with these wild monkeys? He's dreaming."

"Brother, should we send a few Terminators to the Middle East to capture this yellow giant and dissect it for research?" Ling'er suggested.

"No need to waste time on trash." Li Yichen shook his head. "The alien fleet could turn on us at any moment. We need to focus on the stars and the sea. Let's ignore these wild monkeys."

He sat up straight, his tone becoming serious: "Ling'er, how's the production progress of the space energy base at the Future Heavy Industry Science and Technology Park?"

"Reporting, brother, all thirty ten-axis industrial machine tools are operating at full capacity. Two thousand energy bases have already been produced." Ling'er pulled up the production capacity data table.

"Speed ​​up the launch schedule again," Li Yichen ordered. "Move all the available launch vehicles there, ten launches a day. Quickly cover low Earth orbit with tens of thousands of energy bases. Don't let these clowns interfere with my efforts to build the fence around Blue Star."

"Roger that! I'll go adjust the launch schedule right away. I'll make sure to wrap Blue Star up like an iron turtle!" Ling'er gave a salute.

Zone 51, the core control room.

Smith sat at the large control panel. He had just finished compiling a resource list that ran to several dozen pages, containing massive amounts of special nutrient solutions, high-purity uranium ore, and rare metals. These were all essential materials for the large-scale cloning of the Yellow Giants.

The assistant handed over a report: "Dr. Smith, clone zero has been successfully recovered, and its physiological indicators are normal. No fluctuations were detected in the brain nerve bomb."

"Very good." Smith nodded. "Prepare to activate incubation chambers one through one hundred."

He dragged the reliable electronic approval document into the system, ready to import it into the main control computer.

Press the Enter key.

On the main control screen, the originally green data stream suddenly stopped.

Immediately afterwards, a string of eerie blue gibberish scrolled rapidly upwards from the bottom of the screen. These characters were curved and twisted, and did not belong to any known programming language on Earth.

The string of gibberish flashed by in an instant.

One-hundredth of a second later, the screen returned to normal, and the green progress bar continued to move forward.

"Beep—Resource list imported successfully, cloning incubation chamber activated." A synthesized mechanical voice echoed in the control room.

Smith rubbed his eyes and leaned closer to look at the screen.

All parameters are normal.

"This damn system needs maintenance, it's always lagging," Smith muttered, picking up his cold coffee and taking a sip.

He leaned back in his chair, imagining himself commanding the Yellow Giant army to sweep across the globe in the future.

He was completely unaware that this string of dark blue gibberish had secretly been implanted into the underlying control logic of all the cloning chambers through the internal network of Area 51.