316: Chapter 316 The King's Virus

[Physiological Characteristics]: Voice spectrum is highly consistent with the King of Thailand, including his unique intonation, speech rate, slight raspiness, and catchphrase habits. Basic behavioral imitation, including postures for standing, sitting, lying down, gestures, gait, dining preferences, and other surface habits.

[Knowledge Implantation]: Proficient in Thai, familiar with basic royal etiquette, Buddhist ritual procedures, and the framework of modern Thai history. Understands the basic identities and public relationships of major royal family members, key Privy Council officials, and high-ranking government officials.

[Core Settings]: Absolute loyalty to the sole master, Zhang Cheng. The deep personality is in a highly malleable and obedient state, while the surface personality simulates the original majesty, aloofness, and occasional unpredictability of the King of Thailand. However, the reception and execution of all key decision-making instructions use Zhang Cheng's will as the final standard. Possesses basic information reception, memory, and feedback capabilities, able to handle daily audiences, simple inquiries, and ceremonial occasions. Established deep mental instructions: upon receiving a secret code instruction from Zhang Cheng or a specific verification channel, enters "Deep Execution Mode," unconditionally obeying any specific command.

These meticulous requirements turned into invisible data streams, pouring into the depths of the system. On the light screen, a complex humanoid outline began to slowly construct, with countless points of light converging to fill in muscles, skin, hair...

“Project Code: ‘Shadow King’.” Zhang Cheng slowly uttered the name, and the temperature in the secret room seemed to drop by several degrees. “Once the customization is complete, temporarily place him in an absolutely secure backup location for final adaptability observation and fine-tuning.”

Li Lanzhi already understood Zhang Cheng's ultimate intention. Even with her current knowledge and composure, her heart couldn't help but skip a few beats. Replacing the sovereign of a nation... what audacity, and what meticulous planning! Once successful, it would mean Thailand would essentially become a vassal of the Federation, and external forces would lose their most important lever for intervention.

“But, Mr. President,” Li Lanzhi cautiously raised a key issue, “the timing and scenario for the replacement... must be foolproof. The true King is heavily guarded and has always been under high scrutiny from the public and media. Any tiny flaw would lead to the collapse of the entire plan, causing catastrophic consequences.”

“The timing needs to be created.” Zhang Cheng turned off the system interface, his gaze becoming sharp and deep again. “The true King must temporarily and reasonably leave the public eye and enter an environment that we can partially control or highly penetrate. Illness is the best reason. A ‘sudden illness’ that requires strict isolation and treatment, and refuses all visitors.”

His fingers unconsciously traced along the tabletop, as if outlining the entire plan: “Have our medical Death Soldiers infiltrated yet? At what level?”

Old K pulled up a top-secret file: “Based on the previous ‘Weasel’ channel infiltration and the follow-up work of Erica's team, it has been confirmed that two Death Soldiers have entered the Royal Medical Center at Siriraj Hospital under different identities. One is a senior nurse who has accessed the royal health records management department; the other, with an outstanding background in traditional medicine, has become an assistant member of the King's personal Thai medicine team, but has not yet entered the inner circle. Directly contacting the King of Thailand himself to administer drugs is extremely difficult and highly risky.”

“There's no need to administer drugs directly.” Zhang Cheng shook his head, his thoughts clear. “Stress itself can induce or worsen illness. Consecutive military defeats, economic shocks, turbulent political undercurrents, and even the sudden ‘accidental’ death of a trusted high official... for an elderly King who has lived in comfort, these are enough to make him ‘fall ill from worry.’ We only need to add a little ‘catalyst’ from the system—a reagent that can trigger severe flu-like or acute gastroenteritis symptoms but is difficult for conventional medical exams to find a clear pathogen, only being attributed to a ‘viral infection’ or ‘functional disorder’—through food, medicine, or the environment he can access at the right time. Make him sick enough to require isolated hospital treatment, but not so much as to truly endanger his life.”

He looked at Li Lanzhi: “The peace talks must exert enough pressure, domestic ‘accidents’ must happen consecutively, and public opinion must appropriately play up the sense of crisis. When all these pressures converge at one point, that will be the best window for the ‘Shadow’ to make his debut.”

Li Lanzhi took a deep breath, suppressing her shock, and quickly entered execution mode: “I understand. I will personally lead the peace talks delegation, and the conditions will be set to a level they cannot bear. Erica's actions will be precisely coordinated with the negotiation process.”

Zhang Cheng stood up and walked to the large bulletproof glass window of the secret room. Outside was the sleeping night view of Naypyidaw, and further away was the vast territory of the Federation. His back was straight, as if carrying endless power and secrets.

“A gift for those in Bangkok who are still dreaming. A bigger ‘gift’ is being prepared for the country itself,” he whispered to himself, his voice betraying no emotion, only an absolute, cold sense of control.

“Begin.” He gave the final command.

“Old K, notify Erica that the cleanup operation can begin. Be careful, I want them to die ‘naturally’.”

“Li Lanzhi, prepare the peace talk proposal and go there yourself. I want you to personally put the noose around their necks at the negotiating table.”

“As for the ‘Shadow King’...” Zhang Cheng turned around, the residual light from the system reflecting in his eyes. “When he is ready, I will arrange the stage for his ‘debut’.”

Phnom Penh, Cambodia, international conference center of a certain five-star hotel.

This place was chosen as the venue for the Myanmar-Thailand armistice and peace talks, filled with a deliberate “neutral” atmosphere. The huge circular negotiation table was polished to a shine, with the national flags of the Federation of Myanmar and the Kingdom of Thailand placed on either side. Behind the long table were the seats for the respective delegations and a small number of international media reporters allowed entry. Further out, representatives from the permanent members of the UN UN Security Council and ASEAN were present as observers.

A subtle sense of tension permeated the air. Despite the bright tropical sunshine outside, the atmosphere inside the meeting room was as heavy as lead.

The Federation of Myanmar delegation was led by Prime Minister Li Lanzhi. She wore a proper dark business suit and skirt, her hair meticulously tied up, her face calm, and her eyes clear and firm. Behind her were the Minister of Foreign Affairs, the Vice Minister of Defense, a high-ranking staff officer from the General Staff, and a legal advisor. Everyone sat upright with expressionless faces, exuding a professional and cold aura.

Opposite them, the Thai delegation was led by Deputy Prime Minister and Minister of Foreign Affairs Panu Sompongsa. This veteran diplomat, known for being shrewd and tough, could not hide his exhaustion and anxiety at this moment; the dark circles under his eyes showed he hadn't slept well for days. The military representatives and economic advisors beside him looked even worse, with some not even daring to look directly at Li Lanzhi.

The simple opening remarks and procedural speeches were completed by the Cambodian Deputy Prime Minister and the UN Under-Secretary-General as hosts. Then, the microphone was handed to Li Lanzhi.