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"Rebellion?" Li Yichen barely opened his eyelids halfway and yawned widely. He pulled a pillow behind his back, leaned lazily against the headboard, and glanced at the bloody scene on the holographic screen.

On the screen, several researchers in white lab coats were being torn in two like rags by a giant, dark yellow hand, their internal organs and blood smearing the surveillance camera lens.

"That old codger was bound to crash and burn sooner or later." Li Yichen scratched his messy hair, his tone full of schadenfreude, showing no sign of tension. "He treated alien garbage like a treasure, and even poured the nation's resources into building up their army. Now he's really gotten himself into trouble. Let him live."

Ling'er jumped up and down anxiously in mid-air, the hem of her pink nightgown swaying with each step: "Brother! There are two thousand mutants! And judging from their movements, they're not just wild beasts going berserk. They're moving in an organized and disciplined manner; they're trying to break out!"

"Let them rush out, it's none of my business." Li Yichen reached for his phone on the bedside table, swiped the screen, found Liu Guoliang's number, and dialed it.

The call was answered after three rings.

"Brother Li?" Liu Guoliang's voice was thick with a nasal tone, and in the background there was the rustling sound of someone getting out of bed. "What trouble are you causing this so early in the morning?"

"Brother Liu." Li Yichen held up his phone with one hand, fiddling with the corner of the blanket with the other. "Nothing major, just letting you know that Area 51 in America is in an uproar. Those Yellow Giants that the 'Reliable One' brought in have collectively rebelled and are now treating their underground base like a slaughterhouse."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

"Holy crap!" Liu Guoliang's voice rose eight octaves. "The Yellow Giants have rebelled? Two thousand monsters have gone out of control?! Where did you get this information? Have they broken out of the ground yet?!"

"They're still dismantling the base underground. The intelligence is absolutely accurate." Li Yichen held the phone a little further away, rubbed his ear, and said, "Report this to your superiors and see what they decide. Anyway, we have tens of thousands of celestial soldiers in armor, plus a 120,000-ton space carrier hanging in the sky. Even if all those fleshy lumps come out, they won't cause any trouble for Great Xia."

"That's two thousand monsters! America might be doomed!" Liu Guoliang stamped his feet anxiously. "No, I have to sound the highest alert for the military region immediately! This is a huge deal, I have to contact Beijing right away!"

"Do as you please." Li Yichen yawned, his eyelids drooping. "I've been busy all night and haven't slept. I'm so sleepy. Bye."

Before Liu Guoliang could ask any further questions, Li Yichen swiped his finger to end the call. He casually tossed his phone at the foot of the bed, pulled the blanket over his head, and rolled over.

"Brother, you really don't care?" Ling'er leaned closer.

"Mind your own business. If the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up. He's reliable; he can clean up his own mess. Turn off the projector and don't disturb my sleep."

Two seconds later, the holographic screen went out. Only steady breathing could be heard in the master bedroom.

Our gaze crosses the ocean and focuses on the North American continent.

Washington, Black House.

The Oval Office was nicely heated. The reliable guy, dressed in a burgundy silk pajama set, was nestled in a large leather office chair. He held a freshly brewed cup of premium Blue Mountain coffee, and several recent poll reports lay spread out on his desk.

The numbers are incredibly impressive. Since the Yellow Giant made his debut on the Middle Eastern battlefield, his approval ratings have skyrocketed, leaving his competitors far behind.

Te Kaopu blew on the steam rising from the surface of his coffee, took a sip, and comfortably squinted his eyes.

"Two thousand super soldiers." He leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers on the table and humming an off-key tune. "So what if Great Xia has a few broken mechs? Once my cloning production line is expanded three times, I'll make politicians all over the world kiss the tips of my shoes."

"At next week's UN General Assembly, I need to have the delegates give Great Xia a good talking-to and make them hand over and share that armor technology."

boom!

The heavy solid wood door was kicked open from the outside.

The chief of staff scrambled into the office, tripped on the carpet, and fell forward, slamming his hands heavily on the edge of the desk.

The table shook violently.

The coffee cup in Te Kao Pu's hand tipped over, and the scalding brown liquid splashed all over him.

"Are you crazy?!" The incredibly reliable guy jumped up from his chair, yelling while tearing at his pajama collar, "Don't you know how to knock before coming in?! You idiot! You're not coming to work tomorrow!"

The chief of staff didn't care about being scolded; his face was as pale as a sheet, his features contorted with extreme fear, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead and nose. With trembling hands, he handed a military tablet computer to the reliable person.

"Mr. President! Something terrible has happened!" The chief of staff's voice was shrill and choked with sobs. "Area 51... Area 51 has completely lost contact!"

The reliable man's action of pulling off his pajamas froze in mid-air.

His eyes widened, and he grabbed the chief of staff by the collar, spitting in the man's face: "Bullshit! How could my two thousand invincible soldiers, implanted with nerve bombs and more obedient than dogs, be out of contact?! Smith reported to me yesterday that all the second-phase clones had been activated!"

"You...you see for yourself..." The chief of staff tapped the tablet screen with trembling hands. "This is the last top-secret video email that Dr. Smith sent ten minutes ago."

He was incredibly reliable and snatched the tablet in one go.

The screen lights up.

The screen shook violently, filled with the piercing red air raid siren in the background, and the dull, terrifying thumping of doors. The sound didn't sound like someone was banging on a door; it sounded more like a heavy battering ram was striking a steel plate.

Smith's face appeared on the camera.

The chief scientist had long lost his former dignity. His eyes were bloodshot, his hair was a mess, and his white coat was stained with large, glaring bloodstains.

"Mr. President..." Smith cried out to the camera, tears mixed with cold sweat streaming down his face, "We were wrong! We miscalculated everything! We've smashed Pandora's box with our own hands!"

Te Kao Pu stared intently at the screen, his breathing becoming heavy.

"What do you mean you miscalculated? Where's the bomb? Press the detonator!" the reliable guy yelled into the video, completely forgetting that it was just a recording.

In the video, the banging on the door grew louder and louder, the alloy wall began to deform, and the thick bolts that secured the door frame flew off one after another, smashing onto the laboratory instruments and sending sparks flying.

Smith clutched his hair in despair, his voice hoarse and strained with the cracks of death: "The detonator was useless! That thing's genetic sequence was altered during the cloning stage! So what they have in their brains isn't a bomb, it's a consciousness receiver!"

He suddenly leaned close to the camera, his face almost touching the screen.

"Clone Zero...it lied to us!" Smith spoke rapidly, his voice thick with dying madness. "It wasn't stripped of its manic genes at all! Because it was never manic! It awakened a complete consciousness deep within its alien genes! Its initial docility, its execution of tactical commands—it was all a disguise of higher-dimensional intelligence!"

Tekapo's hand, which was holding the tablet, began to tremble.

"It's been patiently waiting, playing the dog!" Smith made a strange hoarse sound in his throat. "It's just trying to trick us into wasting national resources to clone two thousand of its own kind! Now that the two thousand-strong army is assembled, it's directly awakening the alien consciousness within each clone through genetic resonance!"

boom!

A loud bang was heard in the video, and even the camera jerked.

Smith turned around and looked behind him in horror.

"They're not weapons...they're invaders coming to take over this planet!" Smith turned back, letting out a final scream into the camera, "They're going to turn Earth into a slaughterhouse! Run! Mr. President, run..."

Smith hadn't finished speaking.

The special alloy door behind him, which was said to be able to withstand the bombardment of bunker-buster missiles, emitted a tooth-grinding metallic tearing sound.

Two thick, dark yellow hands forcefully shoved into the gaps in the alloy door.

Muscle tension.

Pull it outwards.

The special alloy door, half a meter thick, was torn in two like a piece of paper and crashed heavily to the ground, shattering the precision instruments on it.

A five-meter-tall yellow giant lowered his head and peered into the laboratory.

It didn't roar, it didn't go berserk.

Its cloudy eyes revealed a coldness, absolute rationality, and a mockery that seemed to regard lower beings as mere creatures. It was not the gaze of a wild beast, but the scorn of a higher-dimensional civilization for the native inhabitants of Earth.

The Yellow Giant raised his hand.

A slap landed.

Smith's screams abruptly ceased. His head and upper body had been smashed into a mangled mess, stuck to the control panel. Blood splattered across the entire camera.

The yellow giant shook the blood off his hands and strode to the control panel.

It lowered its head and moved closer to the camera.

Through the blood-stained glass, the Yellow Giant stared at the reliable person outside the screen and gave a chillingly human-like laugh.

It raised a thick finger and, slowly and provocatively, made a throat-slitting gesture in front of its neck.

Followed by.

A huge fist slammed into the camera.

The screen displayed static before plunging into darkness.

pat.

The tablet slipped from Tekapo's hands and landed on the thick carpet.

Te Kaopu slumped in the leather chair, his legs feeling limp and boneless. Cold sweat streamed down his forehead, soaking his expensive silk pajamas.

Two thousand alien monsters with high-dimensional intelligence and invulnerability to weapons.

He personally brought these demons to the human world and even spent a huge amount of resources to help them mass-produce troops.

general election?

hegemony?

It's all gone.

He not only ruined his political career, but also dug a bottomless grave for America. Once these two thousand monsters burst out of their underground bunkers in Nevada, the entire North American continent will become a meat grinder within days.

"No...no..." Te Kaopu's lips turned white as he desperately shook his head.

After extreme fear comes a desperate hysteria.

He lunged at the desk and grabbed the red, encrypted phone that connected directly to the Quadrilateral.

The moment the call connected, Te Kaopu roared at the top of his lungs, spitting wildly onto the microphone.

"Mobilize the entire army! Mobilize the entire air force!" His eyes were bloodshot, his features contorted like a madman's. "Send over all the flying fighters and mobile tanks! Bring bunker buster bombs! Bring thermobaric weapons!"

The defense minister on the other end of the phone was taken aback by the shout: "Mr. President, where is the target?"

"Area 51!" The reliable guy gripped the microphone tightly, his knuckles white. "At all costs! Even if it means using tactical nuclear weapons! Raze that underground base to the ground! Don't let a single Yellow Giant escape!"