169: framing

Regarding this question, Mikami I smiled and said, "Aren't you aware of your own past identity? You were a murderer who should have been hanged. It was the Empire that gave you a second chance at life."

Hearing this, the experimental subject was stunned and fell silent for a moment before asking, "Then what is my current condition?"

Mikami I didn't hide anything. The intelligence of these experimental subjects hadn't been erased. Based on their own situations, they should understand their predicament; they just didn't want to believe it.

So Mikami I said, "You are now a mature Gene Warrior. That's right, a powerhouse similar to Captain America from sci-fi movies. If there's a difference, it's probably that you're a bit uglier, but that doesn't matter much. Now that the Empire is declining day by day, it's exactly the time when we need your contribution. Sakata-kun, please tell me, what is your choice?"

Sakata Masakyu was the name of this experimental subject.

Sakata Masakyu gave a bitter smile and said, "Do I have a choice? Since you dared to create me, you must have a way to control me, right?"

"Heh, smart. That's right. When you were first created, a micro-bomb was already placed in your cranium. But don't be afraid; as long as you're obedient, this bomb will never be detonated!" Mikami I laughed.

"Hehehe, alright. Who would want to die if they could live? I will follow your orders from now on," Sakata Masakyu said with a tragic smile.

"A smart choice!" Mikami I replied with a snap of his fingers.

After the two finished their discussion, the laboratory doors slowly opened. A group of researchers walked in, and as expected, Sakata Masakyu no longer resisted.

Soon, a report of Sakata Masakyu's specific data was tested and recorded.

Sakata Masakyu

Height: 235 cm

Weight: 240 kg

Punch Force: 3–4 tons

Speed: 30 km/h

Reaction: Slightly faster than an average person

Defense: The keratin on his body can withstand ordinary pistol bullets, but not rifles; external reinforcement is needed... Looking at the rows of data, Mikami I was very satisfied with his masterpiece. Soon, this report was submitted to the neon high command.

Upon seeing it, the neon high command was immediately very satisfied. A single Gene Warrior clad in heavy defensive armor would likely be a match for a company-level unit, provided they didn't engage in a direct head-on collision.

With Sakata Masakyu's success, the neon high command saw hope for the future. They ordered Mikami I to use Sakata Masakyu as a template and begin mass-producing Gene Warriors. As for the people? There were plenty of ordinary citizens.

With the support of the high command, Mikami I's operation to mass-produce Gene Warriors went very smoothly. The first batch consisted of a thousand people, though the success rate was only about twenty percent. The rest collapsed at the genetic level during fusion and turned into bloody water.

However, a twenty percent success rate was clearly acceptable to the neon high command.

After the first batch of Gene Warriors came off the line, they were quickly armed and underwent a certain amount of military training. Otherwise, given their backgrounds, even with great power, they would just be a disorganized mess and wouldn't amount to much.

Since the Neonites could develop these flawed Gene Warriors, the Western countries that had launched this project were naturally not to be outdone.

For a time, undercurrents surged, waiting for a moment to erupt... Late at night, twelve dark shadows crept toward the USA's military base stationed in Neon.

These twelve shadows were all massive in size. After approaching the military base, no one spoke. At a gesture from the leader, the group quickly rushed toward the interior of the base.

Soon, deafening sounds of gunfire and artillery, along with the desperate howls of humans, rang out within the military base.

The noise continued for half an hour before gradually subsiding.

Then, when the twelve dark shadows that had entered came out, they had become six, but each of the six shadows was carrying another person.

At this moment, the leading shadow, ignoring the blood dripping from his body, spoke into his headset: "The first item of the Rebirth Project has been completed. Six of our men have sacrificed themselves, and the enemy has been completely wiped out!"

Soon, a voice came through the headset: "Well done. You may return to base."

The leading shadow didn't reply and quickly disappeared into the dark night with the others.

Early the next morning, a piece of news shocked the world once again.

"All USA military bases stationed in Neon were hit by devastating attacks last night. According to accurate reports, every USA soldier stationed at the bases was killed, totaling more than 50,000 people!!"

"Holy crap!" Everyone in the world who saw this report used a "holy crap" to express their inner shock.

Those were over 50,000 well-equipped and well-trained soldiers. How could they all be taken out in one night? Was today April Fools' Day?

But soon, videos of large numbers of Neon troops entering the military bases to collect the bodies of the USA soldiers began to circulate, forcing people to believe it.

In the USA, when the President learned of this news, he collapsed directly to the ground and fainted. It was a long time before he woke up under a doctor's care.

"What on earth happened? How exactly did our soldiers die?!" As soon as the President woke up, he roared at those around him.

The USA's Secretary of Defense said in a low voice, "We've checked the surveillance. It was done by supernatural humans. These supernatural humans launched an attack on our base in the early hours of the morning. From the footage, although these supernatural humans wore combat suits that covered their entire bodies, their weapons gave them away. Shields and cold-weapon giant blades—they should be related to those supernatural humans who caused a ruckus in Neon."

"Why! Why!" the President roared again.

After a long while, the President calmed down and said, "Can we find out where these guys are hiding? I want to kill them, even if I have to use nuclear weapons!!"

"We can't find them yet. However, what's certain is that these supernatural humans are all Asian. While there are many Asian countries hostile to both us and Neon, only one has this level of technology!!" the Secretary of Defense analyzed.

From the Secretary of Defense's words, the President immediately thought of who it was. He said hatefully, "If they dare to start this, then I'll dare to finish it. Notify Area 51 and have the Dark Night Unit come out and show themselves. The target is the Eastern Giant. I want them to pay in blood!!"

"Yes!"

Qin Yang woke up early and was also dumbfounded and shocked as he looked at the news on Chinese TikTok. Hundreds of military bases wiped out in one night—could it be that the Blue Star Defense Department had taken action?

Qin Yang then had Xiao Jiu investigate. Soon, clips of surveillance video were extracted by Xiao Jiu. Looking at the figures in the video who were mimicking the gear and equipment of the Li Huaishan and his two companions, Qin Yang's face darkened. This was clearly someone trying to frame them!

"Can you find out where these figures came from?" Qin Yang asked with a frown.

"I can't find anything, Master. Aside from these videos, there are no other traces of these people on the internet," Xiao Jiu replied.