82: Chapter 82 Lightning Seventy-Two Hours

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How did he know?!

Looking at the ordinary-looking young man, Amir froze in place, his throat seemingly choked by a wad of cotton, unable to speak for a long time. The childish, distant dream of his youth was now mentioned so easily by him.

"Mr. Lin,"

Amir moved his lips. He didn't even know the weapon expert's specific name, his tone full of hesitation.

"I... I don't know if I can..."

Bang—

A bullet grazed Amir's scalp, shattering a light on the ceiling. The debris fell to the ground with a crisp breaking sound. Lin Fang gestured for him to continue.

"I am perfectly capable!" Amir said quickly.

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In the morning,

Delta Company announced a notice internally.

Starting today, all personnel at the company base, except those responsible for cooking, were to dig pits. Facing Duke and the increased salaries, these people dared not show any dissatisfaction and could only accept their tasks and leave.

Inside the tightly locked gate,

Clones were training enthusiastically, some shooting, some carrying weights. Especially the 50 genetically optimized Clones, their training was even more intense than the others. Under the precise control of the Hades Chip, every day their physical potential was squeezed to the last ounce, and the Clones' abilities were rapidly improving.

The future H.D.S. Forces rapid response unit would be selected from among them.

Looking at these strong, sweating bodies under the sun, Lin Fang's eyes burned with passion, and he couldn't help but sigh, thinking that if he had undergone this for a few days, the grass on his grave would already be three meters high, and that was after visiting the grave.

With the help of Xiao Hei, these Clones all obtained their identities, mostly from Southeast Asia and North America, becoming Delta Company employees through various legal channels.

"BOSS," Duke and Ducati walked over.

"You two, train with me."

Lin Fang rolled up his sleeves and said seriously. Watching the Clones train, he also felt an itch. Besides these genetically optimized elite Clones, there was no one on Earth who could pique Lin Fang's interest anymore.

Of course, those who deserved a beating were an exception; he quite enjoyed that.

"Yes, BOSS," both said simultaneously. Their programming dictated that they would not defy Lin Fang's orders, with Lin Fang's will as the highest principle.

Even if it meant death, they would not hesitate in the slightest.

Duke struck first, a swift straight punch aiming for Lin Fang's face. At that instant, Ducati also swept in with a whip kick.

At this critical moment, Lin Fang's figure shifted half a foot, dodging both attacks...

After a few moves, Lin Fang discovered a problem: Duke and Ducati would not strike him with full force. They would often hold back their strength or change their trajectory at the last moment, even when he beat them black and blue.

And unlike Zhou Hui, they wouldn't cry out for mercy; they would just get up and continue, heads down.

Later, Lin Fang felt a little reluctant. He wasn't worried about getting injured; the Force Field had endless uses, and his entire body was actually covered by an invisible Force Field for defense.

Including Amir last night, Lin Fang used his Force Field to gently tap his brainstem, a very slight tap. Within a 10-meter radius, Lin Fang could truly kill anyone he glared at now.

"Don't worry about me. Use all your strength and make it enjoyable for me. It'd be best if you could make me cry," Lin Fang said.

Duke and Ducati stood up again, but what was different was that Lin Fang felt a slight palpitation, because it was the determination to fulfill an order. For this, they were fearless.

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Time spent engrossed in training always passed quickly. A month had passed since the first batch of 200 Clones had the Hades Chip implanted, and their physical functions and reaction speeds had reached optimal condition.

The second batch of 500 Clones, though a little late, were also ready to participate in this collective activity.

The sunset was beautiful.

Today was a special day. One obvious sign was that the canteen added two chicken drumsticks to dinner. After finishing the drumsticks, Lin Fang's goal for Duke was to secure a stable territory within three days.

He didn't like to hand over the initiative to others. At the latest, within two months, Lin Fang wanted to dig out the spatial fold on Yote Island.

"Yes, BOSS," Duke immediately put down the chicken drumstick in his hand and said in his usual tone.

Outside, under the illumination of high-power searchlights, Amir clutched his heart more than once, preventing himself from fainting due to his racing heartbeat as he looked at the neatly arranged company employees.

This alien force was armed to the teeth; they were ruthless, powerful, and disciplined. They would be invincible, and Amir couldn't imagine anyone being their match.

No one in the world could guess what would happen here.

This future president didn't know whether to feel relieved or despair.

As several figures approached.

The company's 700 employees uniformly raised their right hands towards them. This was their oath, like a sharp blade about to strike, poised and ready.

After returning the salute, Duke looked at the company's former HR manager and said in a deep voice, his voice sounding particularly solemn in the night wind:

"Mr. Ben Hassan, Delta Company has officially accepted your employment. We will assist you in establishing a new order in this land, bringing true peace and hope."

Lin Fang, holding the camera, made a smooth character transition: "Is that right, Mr. Ben Hassan?"

"That's right!" Amir's expression in the camera was firm.

After receiving the answer, Duke did not give a pre-battle speech but directly waved his hand:

"Delta, move out!"

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Divided into three routes, Ruang Island was personally overseen by Duke. After occupying the radio station, skillfully cutting off all island signals and broadcasting the *** declaration, the First Unit easily spotted the Ruang President attempting to escape.

The president, dressed in pajamas, couldn't help but gulp when he saw Duke emerge from the tank hatch, trembling like a sieve:

"Duke, aren't... aren't we good friends?"

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Before the arrival of the second evening, the three islands had changed flags. Now with 48 hours remaining, the three units looked towards the last island.

"Xiao Hei, give them support."

[Understood, Boss]

This super AI had entered the fray.