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After scaring Frank to death, Shigure turned and walked towards the resuscitation ventilator.

Shi Yu reached out and touched it, and then a screen of light appeared before her eyes.

【Name: Resuscitation Ventilator】

[Quality: Red]

[Description: A medical device designed to assist breathing for patients whose vital signs are extremely weak and who have lost spontaneous breathing; the last line of defense for life.]

[Ability: In the Name of Resurrection (Can revive a creature that has died within the past month. Requires a similar individual to be prepared in advance. This ability can only be used twice on the same individual!)]

[Extended Ability: Oxygen Deprivation (An individual revived by a resuscitation ventilator must use the ventilator once a month for a full-day respiratory treatment; otherwise, the body will enter a state of weakness, vital signs will gradually disappear, and death will occur!)]

As streams of data swept past his eyes, Shi Yu roughly understood how to use them.

"I see."

This machine is amazing; once you touch it, you automatically know how to use it. But Shigure's gaze eventually stopped on the "similar individuals".

He suddenly did something incredibly outrageous.

If someone were to transform into the likeness of Gherard using an Impressionist painting and then kill him, could that individual be considered a similar to Gherard?

The memorable elements created by Impressionist masterpieces require subjective alteration to change their form, but after a person dies, the concept of subjective consciousness disappears, so the deceased person will not revert to their original appearance.

This operation is very experimental, and Shiyu is eager to try it out. After all, finding a similar individual to Geheros is quite troublesome, so it's better to try this method directly.

However, GTI headquarters was not a place to stay for long, so Shiyu simply picked up the 40-kilogram resuscitation ventilator and flew out through the gap in the conference room with a bang.

Three minutes later...

There was a knock on the conference room door. Field stood at the door for a while and, finding no one answer, opened the door a crack, somewhat puzzled.

Light shone through the crack in the door, and after Field saw what was inside, his pupils dilated sharply. He quickly kicked open the door and ran in, completely disregarding his physical weakness.

"What...what's going on?!"

The commander's body, missing an arm, lay on the ground; Smith was embedded in the wall; and Frank, pale as a sheet, lay at his feet.

As for Houston... he was pierced through the heart and was as dead as could be.

The resuscitation ventilator can only revive one person twice. Houston and Smith have already died for the third time, while Frank... seems to be alive.

Wait! Where's the resuscitation ventilator?!

Field's pupils dilated again as he searched the room, but couldn't find the resuscitation ventilator.

Field leaned against the wall, his voice trembling slightly, "No way..."

The resuscitation ventilator is the foundation of the entire GTI; if it's lost...

Field's gaze swept over the unconscious commander, the already dead Houston, Smith, and the half-dead Frank, while the image of the more than forty corpses lying in the headquarters lobby flashed through his mind.

"It's over."

He slammed his hand on the warning button, and his palm was cut and bled by shards of glass.

However, it took almost ten minutes before three elite officers, all covered in injuries, entered the conference room.

The three of them had just run out of the medical room, with some bandages still on their bodies, and one of them even had blood seeping from his left calf, making him limp as he walked.

Field slowly rose to his feet, his gaze falling upon the three elite-level soldiers.

"Take the Commander and Frank back for treatment." He slowly pointed to the operator on his left, whose left leg was bleeding. The latter paused slightly, then stood at attention and said in a loud voice.

"Don't worry, sir! I guarantee the mission will be accomplished!"

After the operator left, Field turned to the side. The remaining two operators trembled slightly upon seeing the scene in the conference room behind him, somewhat incredulous.

But this emotion was quickly replaced by an even stronger anger. Field took in these emotions and slowly began to speak.

"The headquarters is on the verge of falling, and I, as the supreme commander, will temporarily take over command."

"You, and you, immediately go to the civilian department to draft a report on headquarters, submit it to the United Nations in my name, and use the top-secret channel to send it directly to the five permanent members of the UN Security Council." Field's eyes were resolute, carrying an undeniable seriousness.

With the last ounce of strength in his body, he shouted, "Go!"

"Yes, sir! We guarantee to complete the mission!" The two men stood at attention, saluted, turned around, closed the door, and ran towards the civilian department.

Jacob's last massacre targeted mostly researchers and some strategic personnel from the logistics team. The civilian department was some distance from the command post, but for elite troops, even the wounded ones, it was enough to arrive within two minutes.

Top-secret access requires the approval of two or more senior figures, but this is a special case. Field has taken over supreme command, and his authority is similar to that of the previous commander.

He can now mobilize everything at headquarters, but there's nothing left at headquarters for him to mobilize.

Field laid out Houston and Smith's bodies one by one, then sat between them, watching the setting sun outside.

As dusk faded and night deepened, the scene in the conference room was completely unrecognizable. A large hole had been broken in the observation window, and a biting cold wind blew in, brushing against Field's cheek.

He didn't say anything, he just stood there quietly watching and staying.

Perhaps from now on, GTI will undergo a major reshuffle, with two veteran fighters dead and two others crippled, and the commander's injuries are also quite serious.

"call……"

Field took a deep breath and forcefully held back the tears that welled up in his eyes.

At this time, GTI was fully operational, with a large number of wounded being sent to military hospitals, and all the beds were almost full. The message from headquarters was sent to the United Nations fifteen minutes later.

At this time, the Supreme Round Table Conference had already been convened at the United Nations Headquarters.

Parliamentarians from the five major countries and senior officials of the council gathered together, along with representatives from other countries.

This conference was attended by almost all of the highest-ranking officials from various countries. Of the 72 countries represented, only 41 people participated, and some smaller countries were not even eligible to attend, which speaks volumes about the importance of the conference.

Two of the five permanent members of the UN Security Council stood up and projected a photograph sent by Field using 3D projection technology.

Four figures appeared in the scene: the unconscious commander, Smith, Frank, and Houston, who was clearly dead and had been embedded in the wall.

This scene stunned everyone present, and the meeting fell into a deathly silence.

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