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Chapter 189 I'm Super! Core!

The wind in the Potomac picked up.

The shadows of the trees outside the window swayed gently, as if something was lurking in the shadows.

The lights in the study were dim.

Lucas sat at the table, his hands clasped together, staring intently at Zhou Yi, who was leaning against the bookshelf.

The silence lasted for a full half minute.

“You’re insane,” Lucas finally spoke, his voice icy. “You’re not carrying out the plan; you’re committing suicide.”

"I originally thought you represented a certain system or organization."

"At least there are people to coordinate with, and people to cover for you."

"But you're a man, fucking, a man."

Zhou Yi didn't reply, she just stared at him without any expression.

Seeing this, Lucas became even more indignant, and simply stood up, sneering repeatedly, "That's fucking amazing."

"If it weren't for tonight's unexpected event, I would still be completely in the dark."

“Severeville, Wall Street, and those fucking Democrats—you keep saying ‘we’re ready.’”

"Where are 'us'? Damn it! Tell me, where are 'us'?"

“I’ll help you forge an identity and get you into the Democratic Party’s closed-door celebration.”

"In return, you've dragged me down with you completely?"

"Then they suddenly show up at my door and tell me, 'Hey, there's a witness here, protect him'?"

Zhou Yi shrugged: "If McCann hadn't acted strangely, they wouldn't have found you even after several weeks."

"How dare you say that?" Lucas raised his voice. "Do you think I care whether they arrest me tonight or next month?"

"I bet on a ship, thinking it had a whole fleet behind it—but it turned out to be a canoe full of holes."

“You’re too pessimistic,” Zhou Yi said.

"Things went very smoothly until you discovered the truth."

"With most of the country in chaos, it will soon spread to the other half."

“That’s just politics or economics,” Lucas clearly disagreed.

"When they decide to use the military to 'restore order,' this will all end sooner or later."

“The military?” Zhou Yi looked up at Lucas. “I thought you all disliked McCann?”

Lucas shook his head slightly. "Nobody believes McCann, but we can't expect anyone else to do it either."

"The National Guard is under the governor's command, the war zone commander listens to the White House, and SOCOM trusts no one."

"Intelligence, logistics, and mobilization systems are separated, so no one can mobilize the entire organization."

"Unless everyone responds, whoever speaks first is committing a mutiny."

The room fell silent.

Lucas's hand was still resting on the armrest of the chair, his knuckles white, as if he had not yet recovered from the emotions he had just experienced.

Zhou Yi stood there, then suddenly said softly, "Have you ever thought about trying a different approach?"

Lucas frowned.

"It is not about unifying the whole country, much less establishing a new government."

"We just need to identify the right people and stabilize the local area before Washington can no longer provide funding, so that we can facilitate subsequent actions."

“I remember your dad had a good network in Florida.”

Lucas stared at him for a few seconds, then quickly chuckled, "Let me make myself clear."

You are a person.

"You can kill, and you actually dare to kill."

"But that wasn't a revolution—that was murder."

“The federal government is not a building or a few people. It has a succession mechanism, hundreds of positions in line, and backup seats.”

"How many can you kill? The president, the secretary of state, congressional leaders? Can you kill them all?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Yi smiled.

“Tamara is a very talented person,” he said.

Lucas narrowed his eyes: "Do I need to remind you of McCain sitting in the White House right now?"

Zhou Yi remained silent upon hearing this.

Instead, he lowered his head and slowly reached out into the empty shadow beside him.

The next second, an aluminum alloy box appeared out of thin air.

A typical military-grade transport container. The surface is coated with matte black paint, the edges are riveted, and there are slight scratches and traces of high-temperature baking.

Lucas was stunned; his brain short-circuited for a moment.

"Where the hell did you come from?"

He took a half step back, pointing at the box with a bewildered expression.

"What did you use? Visual occlusion? Light field bending? What kind of technology is that?"

"Where on earth are you from?"

Zhou Yi didn't answer. He bent down, picked up the box, placed it on the table, and then casually said, "If you want to know, just open it and take a look."

Lucas immediately shook his head warily: "Tell me, how did you do that?"

"I don't want to touch it until then."

Zhou Yi remained calm and repeated, "Let's see."

Lucas looked at him hesitantly, feeling as if he were irreversibly falling into some unknown trap.

Zhou Yi remained calm, her gentle demeanor as if she were persuading a child to open a birthday gift box.

"—Let's go take a look."

Lucas's breathing became somewhat erratic, but he finally suppressed his doubts and tentatively took half a step closer.

In the center of the container, there was a yellowed sign.

Its serial number, "MOD-SNL-41", is faintly visible.

Further down, there is a line of blurry text: “SANDIA TRANSPORT DEVICE[1]”.

Seeing that he was still hesitant to make a move, Zhou Yi couldn't help but sigh and unlocked the clasp for him.

The cover was lifted, revealing black shock-absorbing foam.

Embedded in the groove was a short, but extremely unusual metal device.

It is cylindrical, about 40 centimeters long and 27 centimeters in diameter.

It has a slightly pointed front end and a constricted tail, and is made entirely of silver-gray titanium alloy.

Lucas's expression changed drastically, his eyes seeming to be burned by something.

His first instinct was to turn and run away.

But Zhou Yi grabbed him and pulled him back to the box.

Lucas tried to struggle, but the other person was so strong that he couldn't move.

"Do you like my gift?" Zhou Yi asked with great interest.

“This is insane,” Lucas muttered to himself.

"This thing should be completely destroyed."

"Where did it come from? Who gave it to you? Where did you steal it from?"

"Who helped you activate it?!"

His tone grew increasingly agitated, and he almost jumped up at the end.

Zhou Yi remained calm and gently patted the lid of the box.

"SADM, designed in the 1960s and 70s, an old friend from the Cold War."

"Two hundred and sixty tons of yield, with a unique kill structure."

"The warhead weighs 23 kilograms, making it quite portable. It has a short deployment time, is a small target, and is not easy to intercept."

Lucas was sweating profusely, and said in a hoarse voice, "Of course I know what it is, but that's not what I'm asking about."

"I'm asking you. Where did you come from? How could something like this appear out of thin air?"

"There's such a thing? It was destroyed a long time ago, not a single piece left. How...how did you get it?"

Zhou Yi ignored his breakdown and continued talking to himself:

You said I am a person, and that's true.

"But I don't intend to waste too much time with them."

"We'll wait."

"When the media and politicians became interested in our friend Tamara."

"When the world is chaotic enough."

"Then--"

"Boom!"

Zhou Yi laughed, "The audience is expecting a climax, so let's give them a big climax."

　[1] Sandia National Laboratories, which was responsible for the development of SADM in its early years. The specific number is made up by the author.
　　
　
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