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Smith picked up the cold coffee on the table, took a sip, leaned back in his chair, and fantasized about commanding the Yellow Giant army to sweep across the globe in the future.

He had no idea 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.

Five hundred meters underground.

Core dormancy zone.

The air was thick with the smell of highly concentrated disinfectant. The Zero clone lay quietly inside a specially designed superalloy hibernation pod, surrounded by monitoring probes and robust life support tubing.

Its eyes were closed, and it looked like a dark yellow mountain of flesh, its chest rising and falling steadily, its heart rate maintained at an extremely low level of twenty beats per minute. From the outside, it appeared to be in a deep sleep.

Human instruments could not detect the abnormal activity deep within its brainstem. A strange biological frequency, not belonging to Earth, was spreading throughout the entire Underground District 51.

This frequency band traveled upstream along the data cable connecting the hibernation pod. It bypassed multiple military-grade firewalls erected by humans, penetrating deep into the base's main control center.

Inside the cloning chambers numbered one through one hundred, the pale green nutrient solution churned violently. One hundred embryos floated within, being accelerated at a rate defying the laws of biology. Thick blood vessels coursed beneath translucent skin, and bones emitted a sickeningly loud popping sound as they grew.

On the main control screen, dozens of undecipherable dark blue codes were secretly mixed into the originally green gene sequence map.

The data parameters of the newly established cloning pipeline were forcibly overwritten. The blueprints for the "miniature neural bombs" that were supposed to be generated in the clones' brainstems were completely tampered with by alien code. Genetic recombination resulted in the growth of complex neuronal synapses in the same locations.

This thing has absolutely nothing to do with bombs; it's completely a consciousness-sharing node.

Smith was still basking in the glory of having secured a massive amount of resources, believing he was creating an obedient and invincible army for the United States.

Little did he know that the hundreds of newly produced clones were completely beyond the control of the detonator and had become the shells of alien consciousness.

Once the time is right, clone zero can use these nodes to directly awaken all its clones.

At that time, the entire Area 51, and even the United States' most core military trump card, will change hands and be completely turned into an incubator for alien consciousness.

Time flies.

More than thirty days have passed.

Global tensions are simmering under the shadow of the Yellow Giant's threat. European countries are increasing military spending and restarting Cold War-era underground bunkers overnight.

The Russian state has deployed all its strategic nuclear submarines to the deep sea, and its defense minister publicly declared on television that its nuclear arsenal has entered a state of maximum readiness.

Japan, the land of cherry blossoms, directly paid an additional protection fee of hundreds of billions of dollars to the United States, attempting to gain the protection of the Yellow Giant.

Countries lived in constant fear, dreading that one day they would wake up to find the Yellow Giant had parachuted into their capitals.

The Great Xia was unusually quiet. All the major military regions remained inactive, and even routine military exercises were canceled.

Under Li Yichen's cover, Future Technology Group frantically increased its military strength while developing its capabilities discreetly. Tens of thousands of Terminators worked day and night within the closed factory area, and the construction of the spaceport progressed by leaps and bounds.

Our gaze traverses the vast sea of ​​stars.

Hundreds of millions of kilometers away.

The surface of Psyche.

The massive Xuanwu asteroid clings tightly to the edge of the largest crater on the asteroid, resembling a giant black patch.

This asteroid, rich in iron, nickel, and superconducting metals, is experiencing the most brutal mining in its billions of years of existence.

Thousands of silver-white T-800 Terminators are scattered around the ore vein. They need no oxygen and are tireless. The blue light from the high-energy plasma cutters weaves a dense grid, slicing the hard metal deposit into standard ten-ton modules.

The sparks cannot burn in a vacuum, leaving only dazzling flashes of light.

Dozens of heavy tracked transport vehicles shuttled back and forth. The tracks rolled over the uneven meteorite craters, kicking up clouds of cosmic dust. The robotic arms roughly grabbed the ore and dumped it into the bottomless cargo hold of the Xuanwu.

The communication channels are filled with cold, impersonal data interaction commands from AI.

"The No. 3 mining area has been cleared, and we will now move on to excavation at a depth of 200 meters underground."

"Drilling rig No. 7 is overloaded; the standby unit will take over."

"The thrust plate structure is 99% intact and can withstand the impact of a nuclear explosion upon return."

The unmanned factory, entirely controlled by AI, has pushed efficiency to its limits. In the cargo hold of the Xuanwu, hundreds of thousands of tons of special ores are piled up like mountains. These rare materials, which are sold by the gram on Earth, are loaded by the ton as if they were soil here.

A massive interstellar dump truck, carrying 500,000 tons of supplies, is about to embark on its journey home, carrying a batch of materials that could change the fate of Earth.

Magic City.

The top-floor office of Future Technology Group.

Li Yichen leaned back in the boss's chair, his legs crossed and propped up on the edge of the desk. On the 100-inch screen on the wall, Te Kaopu was standing in front of the Black Palace lawn, talking animatedly into dozens of microphones.

"The United States possesses the most powerful biological weaponry on the planet! We have reclaimed our throne as the world's most powerful military force! Any nation that attempts to challenge our hegemony will face a devastating blow!"

Te Kaopu waved his fist, and the audience erupted in applause.

Li Yichen watched the farce on the screen with a cold eye, toying with his pure titanium pen.

The office door was pushed open.

Ji Yanran walked in, wearing high heels, and slammed a thick stack of financial statements onto the large mahogany table.

"That old man has been jumping really high lately." Ji Yanran pulled out a chair and sat down, casually straightening the hem of her pencil skirt. "Foreign media are saying that their super soldier production line has tripled in size."

The whole world is afraid they'll go crazy. Our overseas orders last quarter were slashed by a whopping 30%. Even some of our long-term clients are trying to curry favor with the US.

Li Yichen stopped spinning the pure titanium pen in his hand, threw it on the table with a crisp sound.

"Yanran, do you believe that this batch of yellow giants, created by the entire nation with the utmost resources, will one day tear themselves to pieces?"

Ji Yanran stopped flipping through the reports, looked up at him, and asked with a puzzled expression, "You mean the backlash? The intelligence says they planted miniature neural bombs in the monster's brain. The detonator is in that reliable nuclear button briefcase. Even if the monster had ten times the courage, it wouldn't dare to rebel, right?"

"Don't you think those monsters are too obedient?" Li Yichen sat up straight, interlacing his fingers to support his chin. "Their obedience defies common sense. Carbon-based life forms undergoing this level of genetic mutation should instinctively become frenzied and destructive. But Monster Zero knows how to tactically infiltrate, how to cut off communications, and even how to avoid blind spots in firepower."

He stared at the flushed face of the reliable person on the TV screen, his eyes revealing a coldness.

"I suspect that the soul inside this body has nothing to do with humans at all. It's like Tekapo thinks he's walking a dog, but he's actually putting the leash around his own neck."

Ji Yanran broke out in a cold sweat after hearing this. She swallowed hard and pointed at the screen: "You mean, those monsters have developed self-awareness?"

"It's pretty much a done deal." Li Yichen spread his hands. "Let them do whatever they want. They'll understand what pain means when the fire gets to their eyebrows."

A holographic projection pops up above the desk.

The red light faded, and the screen lit up with dazzling green lights.

Ling'er, dressed in a shrunken spacesuit, bounced around in the projection, her voice loud and somewhat shrill: "Brother! Good news!"

"explain."

"After more than a month, the last batch of over ten thousand space-based energy bases we launched has all entered orbit! Network connection successful!"

Ling'er waved her little hand.

A giant holographic Earth model appeared in the center of the office.

Around the model, tens of thousands of golden dots representing the energy base lit up simultaneously. Then, the dots connected with each other, weaving an energy network composed of countless hexagons.

This grid is a complete closed loop, its eerie blue light stretching as far as the eye can see, enveloping the entire blue planet without leaving any blind spots. The matter and antimatter reactors at the North and South Poles continuously supply terrifying amounts of energy, maintaining the operation of this shield.

Li Yichen stood up and walked to the holographic model.

He raised his hand, his fingertips tracing the dark blue mesh.

"From today onwards, Earth is an indestructible iron turtle." Li Yichen's tone was calm, yet it exuded an air of absolute control. "If the United States wants to play with fire on the ground and get burned, let them. No one can tear the sky apart for me."

With this ultimate defense, even if the alien fleet jumps in ahead of time, it won't be able to harm Earth in the slightest.

The worries are gone.

He can finally free up his time to go to the moon and build up interstellar infrastructure.

"Pull up the topographic map of the far side of the moon," Li Yichen ordered. "It's time to shoot down the base of the planet-destroying cannon."

The voice just fell.

Ling'er's holographic face flushed red again, her voice trembling with excitement: "Brother! Double happiness!"

She pulled her hands together in mid-air to bring up another star map.

A huge point of light, representing the Xuanwu, was moving rapidly, leaving a long red trail behind it.

"The Xuanwu spacecraft has returned from Lingshen Star!"

The star map is magnified, and the light spot is almost touching the moon's orbit.

"Fully loaded with hundreds of thousands of tons of special ore, it will land on the far side of the moon in twenty days!"