167: Chapter 167 International Intelligence Agencies: Investigate! We must find out the truth!
"It seems the true guests can no longer sit still."
Chen Yuan looked up at the dome shattered by the bio-mecha.
The clear blue sky appeared calm as water.
But in reality, undercurrents were already surging.
At this very moment.
Washington, Langley Headquarters.
The top-secret strategic command center on the seventh underground floor.
The air was as frozen as pig iron thrown into liquid nitrogen.
On the enormous circular main screen.
A silent, ten-second clip was playing on a loop, frame by frame in slow motion.
It was the last image tens of millions of netizens saw before their screens went black.
The dim underground base.
The explosion-proof concrete ceiling, violently smashed.
And that five-meter-tall bio-mecha, ascending with a terrifying, world-destroying presence, spewing a ghostly blue plasma tail flame.
"Bang!"
The CIA Director slammed his pure black coffee cup onto the bulletproof glass table.
Hot coffee splashed all over him.
But he didn't feel the heat at all.
His bloodshot eyes were fixed on the steel monster on the screen, like a god.
"Who can tell me, what the hell is this thing?!"
The Director's roar, amplified by the microphone.
Made the eardrums of dozens of senior intelligence analysts ache.
"Director, the image analysis team has performed eight cross-comparisons."
A supervisor, dripping with cold sweat, stood up.
His voice trembled like an old violin played in a cold wind.
"This is not a Hollywood special effect, nor is it some holographic projection."
"Based on the tail flame temperature generated when the bio-mecha took off and the stress feedback from the shattered ground..."
"It's a solid physical entity!"
The supervisor swallowed hard, feeling as if he were reporting the end of the world.
"Moreover, there's a high-intensity biological activity reaction in the armor seams."
"This isn't just a bio-mecha."
"This is a living, self-repairing ultimate weapon!"
Dead silence.
The entire command center fell into a deathly silence.
The Director slumped in his chair, finding it difficult to breathe.
"A month ago, you told me he was just a Mexican border arms dealer with some influence."
"A week ago, you said he was nothing more than a parvenu who made ill-gotten gains from a few special medicines."
The Director suddenly stood up, pointing at the bio-mecha on the screen, capable of taking on an entire armored battalion.
"Now you're telling me this parvenu built a Gundam in his basement that can change the global military balance?!"
"Is our proud intelligence network blind?!"
"Investigate! Investigate it for me immediately!"
The Director was like an old lion gone completely mad.
He slammed his palm onto the red, highest-authority button.
"Wake up all S-class agents lurking in South America and Texas!"
"I want to know where he got this transcendent technology!"
"I want to know everything about his ancestors eighteen generations back!"
Not just Washington.
At this moment, the nerves of major powers worldwide were completely agitated by this brief ten-second footage.
Moscow, KGB underground command post.
A vodka glass was violently smashed in front of the fireplace.
"Immediately activate the 'Winter' plan!"
The silver-haired intelligence chief stared at the screen, his eyes gleaming with a wolf-like green light.
"Send people to infiltrate San Verde at all costs!"
"Even if we have to fill it with bodies, bring me back the bio-mecha's wreckage or blueprints to Russia!"
London, MI6.
The Director of MI6, enjoying his afternoon tea, watched the footage transmitted to his top-secret terminal.
The bone china teacup in his hand fell to the floor, shattering into pieces.
"My God..."
He looked at the elegant Oriental Baron on the screen, who had once received an award at Buckingham Palace.
"What kind of madman have we gotten the British Empire involved with?"
"Immediately cut off all overt ties with Umbrella Corporation! Activate the Ghost Agents!"
Intelligence agencies around the world were like a disturbed hornet's nest.
Countless encrypted radio waves frantically intertwined and collided in low-Earth orbit.
But at The Pentagon.
This panic had already escalated directly into substantive military action.
"We can't wait for those good-for-nothing intelligence agencies!"
General Ross slammed his fist on the solid wood conference table.
Making the entire combat command room hum.
"The First Daughter is still in that den of evil!"
"That is the face of America!"
He bypassed the usual congressional approval procedures directly.
Picking up the red hotline phone on the table.
"Connect to Fort Hood Military Base in Texas."
"Order the 160th Special Operations Aviation Regiment 'Night Stalkers' to take off immediately!"
"Mobilize the 'Delta' First Special Reaction Force closest to San Verde!"
General Ross's eyes showed a ruthless determination, as if ready to go down fighting.
"Fully armed, authorized to use depleted uranium armor-piercing rounds and heavy thermobaric bombs!"
"I don't believe he alone can stand against a fully formed modern army!"
"If we can't capture that Chen fellow alive..."
The general gritted his teeth, issuing the most brutal kill order.
"Then wipe him and his manor completely off the face of the Earth!"
An invisible, inescapable net, woven by the world's highest powers.
Was rapidly closing in on that small manor on the Texas border.
Meanwhile.
Elysium Manor, second underground floor.
Chen Yuan unhurriedly unbuttoned the white lab coat he used as a disguise.
And casually tossed it into the nearby rubble like a rag.
He changed into a dark black tactical trench coat.
His tall figure, under the eerie blue cold lights, exuded a terrifying aura of a demon king.
Chen Nuo huddled in the corner, trembling.
She looked at her brother, whose aura was fully unleashed.
Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, wetting the collar of her down jacket.
"Brother..."
Chen Nuo's voice trembled like a falling leaf in the autumn wind.
"Did you... get into big trouble?"
Chen Yuan turned his head.
He looked at his sister's pale, frightened face.
The gentle, brotherly facade had been completely shed.
The tenderness in his eyes had long been replaced by absolute coldness and dominance.
"Trouble?"
Chen Yuan walked up to his sister.
He reached out a hand, gloved in black leather, and gently wiped away her tears.
"Nuo Nuo, remember this."
"In this world, only the weak have trouble."
"The strong are the creators of trouble themselves."
Chen Nuo stared at him blankly.
She suddenly felt that she had never truly known this brother of hers.
"But... but they said on the live broadcast that the army would come for you..."
Chen Nuo desperately clutched Chen Yuan's trench coat hem, like grasping at a last straw.
"Brother, you'll be arrested! Can we go back to our country?"
"Let's go beg Uncle... Uncle will surely have a way..."
"Arrest me?"
Chen Yuan chuckled softly, slowly standing up.
That laugh carried an extreme arrogance that scorned all beings.
He sounded as if he had heard the biggest joke of the century.
"No one in this world can arrest me."
He turned his head, looking towards the main control panel.
"Red Queen, report external situation."
"Boss."
Red light flickered wildly in Alice's ice-blue eyes.
She abruptly pulled her hands through the air.
Unfurling a massive holographic radar projection screen.
The entire screen, which originally only had a few scattered green dots.
Now.
It was like a disturbed ant's nest.
Countless glaring red dots were swarming in from all directions.
At a speed that made one's scalp tingle.
"In high-altitude orbit, seventeen military reconnaissance satellites have completed orbital transfer and locked on."
"The Pentagon has blocked all civilian communications within thirty kilometers of the manor's perimeter."
Alice's voice uncharacteristically carried a hint of pre-battle tension.
"Northeast direction, three 'Global Hawk' high-altitude stealth drones detected."
"Southwest direction, a special flight formation consisting of twelve 'Black Hawk' and four 'apache' helicopters.
"Is approaching at ultra-low altitude for penetration."
"Less than five minutes until they enter the defensive perimeter."
On the radar screen, the red dots flickered densely.
Like a swarm of bloodthirsty bees drawn by fresh blood.
Elysium Manor had been completely surrounded, becoming an isolated island.
They carried orders to tear everything apart, revealing the grim fangs of the state machine.
Chen Nuo looked at the terrifying red dots representing the army on the screen and completely despaired.
"It's over..."
She collapsed to the ground, her face ashen, her eyes unfocused.
But Chen Yuan showed no panic at all.
He looked at the ceiling above, shattered by the bio-mecha.
Looking at the night sky outside, seemingly calm but in reality covered by an inescapable net.
Those so-called global military hegemonies.
In his eyes, they were merely stepping stones lining up to be delivered.
Chen Yuan reached out.
Slowly drawing the pitch-black tactical pistol from his waist.
"Click."
The crisp metallic sound of a bullet being chambered.
Was exceptionally loud in the silent underground space.
A cruel and bloodthirsty sneer slowly curved his lips.
That smile was enough to chill any enemy who dared to step into the manor.
"They're finally not sending street thugs to probe anymore."
"It seems the true guests..."
Chen Yuan's gaze was like lightning, his killing intent boiling like magma.
He stared at the red dots on the radar, as if he could already see a sky full of blood and rain.
"Finally can't sit still."