Reborn in 2010, the AI ​​in my mind is too powerful.

When Nagdi received the notification, his first reaction was...

That bastard Alavi has betrayed us; we must get rid of him.

But then he realized that he didn't seem to be worth killing.

Although he was one of the highest-ranking officers in the Revolutionary Guard and also the one most closely associated with the doctrine, he was in charge of the militia.

Several hours had passed since the Israeli attack, and all communications were cut off, resulting in complete chaos. As a militia leader, he had no other options but to hide and wait for a powerful figure to descend from the sky.

After weighing his options, Nagdi, along with some soldiers, accepted the invitation to visit Allawi.

There was no way around it; he couldn't ignore the orders given by the former supreme leader before his death.

Half an hour later, he met Alavi at a private residence.

Upon seeing him, Alawi looked back first, then asked, "Where's the priest? Why are you all alone?"

"The election for Supreme Leader was planned, but the cleric in charge of the Revolutionary Guard went to Qom a few days ago. Now, I'm the only one left in the Revolutionary Guard. You're saying the Supreme Leader gave instructions before his death?"

Allawi did consider killing Nagdi right there, but when Nagdi entered, he saw several familiar faces behind him.

They were definitely not people that Nagdi could summon with his influence, so there is only one possibility: they followed Nagdi first on Kasulemani's instructions.

Kasulemani's Quds Force is responsible for foreign operations and holds a very high position. Various domestic forces frequently send him soldiers. If he returns and raises his voice, he will surely become the popular choice for the next military leader.

After weighing his options, Allawi decided he couldn't take action. He wasn't confident he could kill someone without the news leaking out, so he could only follow Plan B and launch an attack on Israel. This was originally his biggest bargaining chip, and he thought that once he retreated to a safe area, he could use it to extort more money from Israel.

"Commander Nagdi, as you know, I am in charge of intelligence. The Supreme Leader once made a decision before his death: if the war situation becomes too unfavorable, if the domestic command system is completely non-existent, then let me launch Operation Flea."

We previously purchased a considerable number of modified small robots through Bahrain. While they won't be of much use in the war, they will be extremely lethal to civilians. We've already deployed these robots to some shelters in Israel. Now, you are the highest-ranking officer I can find, and I need your witness as we launch this project together.”

Naghdi was a little confused. Did our country really have such a strong infiltration capability? Wasn't our country's intelligence agency a giant sieve? The expressions of the officers behind him also changed; their eyes held less wariness towards Allawi, but more suspicion.

It felt like they were saying, "Stop bragging, do you think we don't know what your intelligence department is capable of?"

Alavi also realized that the other party did not believe him, but he did not explain further.

Indeed, Iran's intelligence agencies are like a sieve, which is one of the reasons why he is not optimistic about the country's future.

However, after so many years, he did achieve some results. In addition, he had previously received money from Israel, so he was considered one of their own there, and Israel was much less wary of him.

This allowed him to leverage the resources of Bahrain to find numerous loopholes in Israel's defenses.

Traitors exist on every side of the coin; as long as money is involved, no country is completely monolithic.

He took out a very rustic little leather suitcase, and inside was a satellite phone.

"Confirmed, Commander Nagdi. Our communications can't activate the machines over there, but we can call Bahrain first and ask them to use civilian bands to activate the equipment on the Israeli side."

Nagdi hesitated again. He wasn't a particularly talented person, and this retaliatory action, which seemed to be killing many civilians, made him instinctively somewhat resistant.

However, the officers following him could no longer tolerate it and urged him to issue the order immediately.

"Give the order, Commander! We've lost ten thousand men in Kermanshah! Ten thousand men, Commander!"

"Yes, Commander, we must drive the Jews into the sea!"

"Commander, don't you want to fight the Jews?"

Naghdi felt a chill run down his spine when he heard the last sentence. Allawi's retaliation against Israel was probably not a problem. He had no right to say whether Kassoleimani was in the wrong, but if he didn't give the order now, would others think he was in the wrong?

His face was grave as he said, "As guardians of the revolution, the Revolutionary Guard has a responsibility to prevent the collapse of the nation. We are now carrying out the Supreme Leader's dying order! We are defending the faith! Afterwards, we will seek the approval of the clergy. Minister Allawi, let's get started."

"Very well, as instructed by the Supreme Leader, those who raise the butcher's knife will ultimately die by it."

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In an underground public shelter in an old neighborhood of Tel Aviv, Israel, several familiar families are complaining about housing prices.

The average price of a secondhand four-bedroom apartment in Tel Aviv has now reached $900,000, and the rent is more than double the national average.

This has become a huge social and political issue, a supply problem that is officially acknowledged, with a reported shortage of 100,000 housing units.

This has forced many families who wanted to move to a new house to give up their dreams and continue living in these old buildings.

Of course, most families want to move to new buildings that aren't actually new, but rather buildings constructed after 1992, because buildings constructed after 92 would make evacuation easier.

Israel’s shelter system is the most widespread civil defense system in the world and is an open urban infrastructure.

There are three main types. First, there are temporary shelters on the street, some of which are actually solid concrete fortresses located beneath bus stops. Second, there are refuge floors in some schools and hospitals, which also serve as temporary shelters.

Another type is the safe home. New residential buildings constructed after 1992 are required to have reinforced concrete structures, and with blast doors, they can even be sealed to protect against chemical weapons. This is the kind of house everyone wants; such a home provides much greater peace of mind, and in case of an emergency, there's no need to rush to a public shelter.

The last type is the underground shelter in the neighborhood. These are houses built before 1992 that do not have family safe houses, so people have to run down to take refuge in case of an emergency.

The facilities here are complete, with explosion-proof doors, ventilation systems, and even independent power generation and filtration devices. However, with hundreds of people crammed together, some snoring, some farting, and unruly children jumping around, it's basically impossible for anyone to get a good rest. Every evacuation is an ordeal.

Fortunately, there is internet here, which allows everyone to stay entertained.

These families started talking about housing prices and then moved on to the government, and were just beginning to criticize the government for its inaction when suddenly the lights above their heads went out.

"What the hell? The generator must be broken. I told you not to have so many people going to charge it. We're all taking refuge and still playing on our phones."

"Yeah, wouldn't it be nice to just chat?"

"Let's find a flashlight, it's so dark and suffocating. The fluorescent light from that exit looks eerie."

Just as they were rummaging through their bags for a flashlight, a large number of screams came from afar.

"What's going on? What's going on?"

"Someone broke in? That's impossible. We didn't hear any gunshots."

The families quickly huddled together, gathering the children in the center. Several adults shone flashlights around and saw countless terrified people.

As more and more people took out flashlights, the shelter finally became bright.

But these lights could not stop people from being cut down one by one, like ears of wheat.

A robot the size of a rugby ball kept launching itself into the surrounding crowd. Its body was like a hedgehog, covered with countless steel needles and blades. Each bounce could take the lives of several people.

Many people helplessly waved anything they could reach—backpacks, water bottles, flashlights. Some even threw these things, trying to damage the little robots.

However, the little robots were very agile and launched very quickly, so the terrified crowd couldn't hit them at all.

Several reservists reacted quickly, grabbing axes from the fire hydrant nearby. However, a few axes weren't enough; a small robot rushed over and took an axe blow, its outer shell cracking open. Nevertheless, using the impact, it managed to drive the blade into the person's body.

The remaining little robots were clearly smarter. They ignored the people and went to kill the people with flashlights. After killing them, they deliberately destroyed the flashlights.

Before long, only a few burly men remained in the shelter, back to back, panting heavily and afraid to speak, trying to hear the sounds around them.

But they are, after all, human beings, not machines; they experience panic, doubt, and exhaustion.

After a stalemate of fifteen minutes, the burly men began to wonder if the robots might open the door and leave the shelter, or if they had run out of power. In any case, they were losing their focus.

Those little guys seized the opportunity, leaped out of the shadows, and reaped the lives of the victims. Then they hid at the entrance of the shelter, waiting for the person who would open it.

It wasn't until 11 a.m. the next morning that the Israeli army finally destroyed all the terrorist robots, but the casualties were already unacceptable.

At the high-level meeting, the defense minister angrily questioned the head of Mossad.

"Where's your intelligence? Why haven't we received this information? Don't we have high-level informants?!"

The Mossad chief angrily said, "Why blame me? I've told you repeatedly not to expand the scope of the airstrikes. You killed two of my informants in Tehran!"

They were originally going to find Allawi! We could have brought Allawi out; then all of Iran's intelligence would have been transparent to us!

Now things are really bad. Allawi has no one to meet him in Tehran and is afraid of arousing suspicion, so he certainly won't dare to contact us in the short term.

And we're not even sure if we can still trust him! Although Nagdi seems to be in power now, based on our understanding of him, he doesn't have the ability.

The Premier waved his hand and said, "Stop blaming each other. Have we gotten a full estimate of the losses?"

A person in charge nearby said, "A total of 70 underground shelters were infiltrated by these robots. Only the people in 6 shelters were vigilant enough to discover the problem immediately. Although most of them were still killed or injured, they still managed to eliminate the robots. There were no survivors in the remaining shelters. The preliminary estimate is that the death toll is around 13,000."

Those robots were completely different from Hundred Eyes; they were more like disposable, consumable robots with very weak direct combat capabilities. But they seemed specifically designed for terrorist attacks. Their hedgehog-like shape made them incredibly lethal to unarmed civilians. Plus, they had disrupted the power supply first, so without lights, it was practically a massacre.

Furthermore, based on the chips found in the wreckage, they are undoubtedly products of Aurora, likely shipped from Bahrain to Iran. They must have been here for a while, hidden inside the air purifier in the shelter.

Because there were no explosives present, the routine check by the riot dogs also failed to detect them.

The Defense Minister tried to ask, "What do we do now? Should we take action against Bahrain? We've lost over 10,000 people." Jared revealed that if they could conveniently bomb Bahrain's Aurora Data Center, they could receive more robots for free, including not only the Hundred-Eyed type but also many other models.

I think it's feasible. Although Bahrain's little robots are very lethal, they are clearly not designed for war. Let alone a frontal assault, these little guys wouldn't be able to handle the kind of raid that Hundred Eyes carried out yesterday.

Perhaps Aurora's technology isn't as outlandish as we imagine? Or perhaps they haven't even focused on this area in any particular field.

The Prime Minister did not speak, but looked at the Mossad official to the side.

The Mossad official thought for a moment and said, "Let's try again. Chen Yiran has a public schedule in three days. He's going to watch SpaceX's new rocket test and launch."

I'll have someone suitable in the US contact them and see if we can persuade them to restrain Bahrain.

According to previous reports, Lucian will also be attending this event. We can try to get the US government to put in a good word for us.

"Then let's do it this way for now. In the next three days, we'll focus on gathering reserve soldiers and suspending all other military operations."

Israel suspended its operations, while Iran was forced to halt them as they needed time to reorganize the entire country, as the deaths of dozens of high-ranking officials had thrown the command system into disarray.

Therefore, after launching the Flea Plan, Iran did nothing except raise the red flag to express its anger, becoming unusually quiet.

And so, the two countries that had been fighting to the death on June 15th, after killing more than 10,000 people from the other side, simultaneously stopped fighting.

This has left countless countries in the world, whether they were there to watch the show or to mediate, somewhat bewildered.