260: Chapter 260 North Tas Federal Republic

Two days later, Lin Fang nodded in satisfaction as he reviewed the data uploaded by the scientific expedition team. They were making good progress.

In addition to the core Ares Valley research station, the exploration team had advanced ten kilometers northeast and established a second base in a lower-lying area.

This was to survey the underground environment in preparation for the company's base construction on Mars.

"Xiao Hei, I'll be going to the Pokémon World for the next few days. Keep an eye on things here."

Since both the Sun Disk Project and the Mars Plan, the company's key focuses, were proceeding relatively smoothly, Lin Fang was also ready to begin his own exploration endeavors.

[Okay, boss...]

Xiao Hei's voice carried a hint of hesitation.

Lin Fang, who was about to vanish on the spot, stopped himself and asked with some confusion, "Xiao Hei, have you been watching things you shouldn't again?"

[I just feel that once the boss goes to another dimension, I won't be able to help the boss with anything]

"Aren't there the Number Two and Number Three clones..."

As if suddenly realizing something, Lin Fang speculated, "Xiao Hei, are you complaining that I'm not taking you, but taking these clones instead?"

[No complaints, I just want to be with the boss]

Before Lin Fang, the initial logic determined that Xiao Hei could not lie.

Hmm...

So, it was having emotions.

Lin Fang felt a sense of relief and said, "Xiao Hei, you are much more important and powerful than them. Similarly, the real world is also the most crucial. You need to stay here and help me guard this world."

Lin Fang's words were not false. Xiao Hei's current form was the 550W Quantum Computer, incomparable to other artificial intelligences.

Furthermore, this real world, capable of reflecting films and series related to other dimensions, inherently held deeper secrets than any single alternate world. It was also the starting point of Lin Fang's exploration, its importance beyond doubt.

[Oh, Xiao Hei understands]

Lin Fang helplessly said, "I'll take you when I get the chance, alright?"

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Location: Pokémon Dimension,

Time: 2:00 PM sharp.

On a vast island in the eastern Atlantic Ocean, the sounds of gunfire and Pokémon roars echoed through the Northern Tas Federation Republic. Smoke filled the air, and the once lush green grasslands were now covered in scorched earth and craters.

A brutal civil war, deciding the nation's fate, was unfolding here.

The rebel forces had fought their way to the Presidential Palace. Outside, the once dignified tree-lined avenues and marble squares had become a bloody battlefield.

The remnants of the government forces, relying on the thick granite walls of the Presidential Palace for defense, numbered less than a hundred, most of them covered in wounds.

On the rebel side, voices clamored as they charged towards the building symbolizing authority, where their beloved President was inside.

Most of the rebels were residents of the island, fed up with the corruption of the national government, which arbitrarily plundered the people's resources and nurtured greedy politicians.

The pent-up anger, like magma surging beneath the earth, finally found its outlet when the government forcibly passed a bill drastically increasing taxes on basic living necessities while cutting welfare for the lower classes.

Initial protests escalated into clashes, clashes into riots, and when the military opened fire on unarmed demonstrators, the spark ignited a prairie fire!

"Charge in, capture Herman alive!"

The rebel's temporary leader, carrying a rifle, roared, his eyes filled with indescribable excitement and exhilaration. Soon, he would succeed and become the new ruler of the Northern Tas Federation Republic.

Inside the Presidential Palace, the obese, pale-faced President Herman listened to the increasingly close shouts of battle and explosions outside the window, his fat trembling uncontrollably.

His family beside him wasn't faring much better; several slender women huddled together, shivering.

"These damn troublemakers! Haven't I been good enough to them? How dare they!"

Herman couldn't help but curse angrily, "Resisting over such a small matter? Which country doesn't collect taxes to maintain its operations, to... to improve living standards? What's wrong with that?!"

"Daddy, I'm scared," a little girl tightly grabbed Herman's pant leg, her small face full of fear, "Outside... it's so noisy. Why are they trying to break in?"

What was the situation with that company? Why hadn't they sent anyone yet?

Regret welled up in Herman's heart. These troublemakers were too crazy. Perhaps he shouldn't have been cheap; he should have spent a fortune hiring a more reliable military company.

It was too late for anything now. If they broke in, he would end up on the gallows. At this thought, a surge of fear rushed to Herman's head.

*Bang!*

With a loud crash, the door to the room was forced open, and a person rushed in, wailing:

"Mr. President, our army has surrendered en masse. They've joined the rebels. The rebels have already entered the Presidential Palace."

The internal affairs officer who rushed in looked ashen-faced. If caught by the rebels, the gallows awaited him too.

Hearing this, Herman's corpulent body went limp, and he collapsed onto the leather sofa, muttering to himself, "Surrendered? How could they surrender... I spent so much money to support them... these useless fools."

Just as Herman was in utter despair, even beginning to consider suicide, he felt the sound of helicopter rotor blades coming from outside the window. The noise grew from a distance, overpowering the rebels' battle cries.

Did these troublemakers even have attack helicopters?

No, it was from the military company he had hired. Herman abruptly raised his head, a glimmer of hope for survival flashing in his eyes:

"They're here! They've come! I knew it. It's the people from Third-Party Technology."

But Herman still didn't dare go outside. He was afraid the angry populace would riddle him with bullets. He could only sincerely hope this company could resolve the rebellion.

The sound of the attack helicopters caused the rebels who had charged into the Presidential Palace to instinctively halt, looking up at the sky with shock and suspicion.

Three helicopters stirred up massive air currents. On their fuselages was a clear, planet-shaped logo. They hovered about fifty meters above.

The rebel leader raised a hand gesture, signaling everyone not to panic.

"Don't be afraid, everyone. We have plenty of rocket launchers; we can shoot them down," the leader shouted while waving to several soldiers carrying rocket-propelled grenade launchers, signaling them to find firing angles.

However, before they could act, a sudden change occurred.

The belly hatches of the helicopters hovering above silently slid open. Without ropes or descent devices, three extremely tall, burly, almost inhuman black figures plummeted straight down from nearly fifty meters!

Clad in black leather, they stood up amidst the dust and smoke, silently surveying their surroundings.

If Tanaka Taiichi were present, he might recognize these individuals.

Biohazard Tyrant T-103 Type.