I, the warden of Delta, am a science popularizer and advocate for nuclear peace and friendliness.

"Very good, very good, haha! Hahaha!"

Jacob watched the satellite surveillance of the GTI division and couldn't help but laugh as more than 1000 people lost their lives in the shelling.

The laughter startled all the strategic teams present, who glanced at the source of the laughter with some curiosity.

The people in Hafkri held high positions and had all dealt with Jacob, but they remembered that Jacob wasn't like this before.

"It must have been a mistake during the brain-computer interface surgery, causing a drastic change in personality. Hmm... that's normal."

Some people made a self-justification in their minds, confidently telling themselves that they no longer cared about the matter.

Jacob, as if his expression had suddenly changed, stopped laughing abruptly, his face fell, and he turned his gaze to the nearest staff member.

"Go and inform them, okay..."

"No need, Your Excellency, I... have already arrived."

A figure in a blue suit emerged from the shadows, with blond hair, an upright posture, and a slightly lighthearted tone.

"You rascal, hmph, what's wrong? Didn't you run into Demoulan on the way?"

Jacob grinned and made a sarcastic remark, while simultaneously clenching his right fist and pointing with his thumb to the seat next to him.

Hudson chuckled upon hearing this, his voice suddenly turning playful.

"Don't even mention it. I just saw those three guided missiles outside and thought they were coming for me, hahaha."

"Alright, stop joking around. Are you ready for the task I assigned you?"

Hudson sat down next to Jacob, his face hardening into a serious expression, his tone becoming earnest. He rested his chin on his hands on his knees and said...

"Our side has a total of 3,000 elite warriors, including 30 brain-computer interface users, of whom 24 are elite-level combat units."

The medical team was evenly distributed among the pre-assigned groups, with four people per group: one scout, two assault personnel, and one medic.

Furthermore, each group is equipped with one or two heavy weapons, enough to blow up a tank!

As he finished speaking, Hudson's tone suddenly became lighter, and he looked at Jacob with a hint of smugness.

"Very good." Jacob gave a fair assessment and then said nothing more. He always kept his words brief when dealing with someone like Hudson, because too much nonsense would only make the guy think about things he shouldn't.

He hadn't forgotten how the other person had climbed to that position step by step.

After a brief conversation, the two got up and walked outside, leaving behind a group of terrified strategists.

"My God, was that Hudson just now? When did he get back?"

"Does he need to notify you when he gets back?" a member of the strategy team muttered to himself, before continuing with his work.

Hudson walked out of the control room, took out a cell phone from his waist pocket, and called the police department.

"Alright, this time Your Excellency and I will jointly command the battlefield. Our target this time is GTI headquarters, so don't be stingy with your bullets!"

"clear!"

A strong, clear echo came from the other end of the phone. Hudson hung up and nodded to Jacob beside him.

"Let's go." Jacob pointed to the military helicopter that had just been parked in the distance, and the two quickly entered the cabin, their destination being the GTI headquarters.

GTI's headquarters and branch offices are far apart, but if you were to divide their locations, they would both be located in the northern part of the delta, meaning they would inevitably have to pass through Dam Zero once.

"Mr. President, should we take a detour?" the driver asked excitedly, turning back.

"No need." Jacob's voice was calm and devoid of any emotion, as if he didn't care at all about the Zero Dam the other party was talking about.

"What is his Zero Dam? It's just that Said is someone of importance."

Hudson chuckled, his inherent arrogance making him completely indifferent to this indigenous force.

In other words, he looked down on the entire Asara. His own prince was imprisoned in the Tide Prison, the economy was poor, the technology was backward, and most importantly, he dared to defy Hafk's bribery!

"Tsk tsk tsk, you're really giving me face, Your Excellency. Let's just settle this matter on the way here. Otherwise, it's not right to leave it there. If word gets out, people will say that I, Hafk, have been treated like this."

Jacob did not reply, and Hudson suddenly stopped talking, realizing he had spoken too much.

"Don't let this interfere with business." Jacob glanced at Hudson, his tone carrying an undeniable authority.

Their current target is GTI headquarters, the UN's combat department! They don't have time to worry about Dam Zero.

As the helicopters took off, at the same time, more than a hundred helicopters also took off from the park behind, while a large number of military off-road vehicles rushed out of the Second Aerospace Base and headed north.

……

At this moment, only the commander and Houston remained in the conference room at GTI headquarters.

Due to his weakened state, Field had to be temporarily placed in a intensive care unit, while Smith and Frank were transferred to the GTI division.

Their purpose in coming here was to observe the situation at the GTI division, since there was a formidable figure inside who had transformed into Jacob's appearance, suggesting they had a grudge against him.

Therefore, Smith and his companion did not intend to provide direct support. Instead, they would observe the situation from the periphery of the battlefield using guerrilla tactics, to see what the mysterious person would do, and then take action as appropriate.

As for whether this could be a scheme by Hafk, Dominic had already considered it, and the answer was that it was very likely.

However, Dominic was not afraid of Hafk's diversionary tactic. Even though Smith and Frank had left headquarters, GTI did not rely on these two for its livelihood.

They possessed millions of troops, though these were dispersed across the world; only about five percent of them were actually combat personnel, or just over fifty thousand.

However, the headquarters alone has more than 20,000 standard-level combat units, including no fewer than 100 elite-level personnel.

Special-class operators like Red Wolf, Dragon, and Claw are considered to be in the upper-middle tier among elite-class operators, second only to the four from Houston.

So Dominic wasn't worried at all. No matter how strong Demulan was, he was still just an elite-level fighter. As for the president, he was just a pushover among elite-level fighters.

"hiss……"

Suddenly, Dominic's right eyelid twitched several times.

"What's causing this heart palpitation?"

Dominic reached up and touched his right eye, unconsciously muttering...

Houston felt the same way and immediately exchanged a glance with Dominic.

If it's just one person, it can be attributed to a physiological reaction, but if two people have this feeling...

That would be a bit scary.

"A twitching left eyelid means good fortune, a twitching right eyelid means bad luck, Commander, I have a bad feeling..."