Delta: I have a 1-Haf Coin instant kill system!

Upon hearing this, Claire's eyes lit up even more!

Cool!

So cool!

This person is just what I want!

This is what Gale is really thinking right now!

After being tormented by Demulan for so many days, she finally has someone who can let her show her skills!

This kind of brutal, visceral combat is what she seeks, not one-sided, visceral combat.

"Come! Let's fight!"

After saying that, the two started fighting again!

On the training field, the flash of blades and the shadow of fists once again intertwined.

The two had a great time, but behind the floor-to-ceiling windows of the CEO's office in the distance, Demulan became increasingly alarmed and bewildered as he looked.

No?

Is that right?

Is this the undercover agent who has around 2 in all attributes and gets beaten up every day?

How is this possible?!

Demulan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, the tablet in his hand clearly displaying Zhang Zhao's real-time data.

But at this moment, on the training field outside the window, that guy was fighting Claire to a standstill, and in the midst of the clash of swords, he even seemed to have the upper hand.

Demulan stared at it for a long time, his thumb unconsciously rubbing the edge of the tablet.

She raised her hand and swiped a few times on the screen to bring up the real-time monitoring status of the ReLink brain-computer interface.

Everything is normal, almost too perfect.

"...Is this data even accurate?"

She muttered something to herself, then looked back out the window.

On the training field, Zhang Zhao dodged Claire's sudden thrust by turning to the side and then elbowed her in the shoulder.

Claire staggered back two steps, but instead of getting angry, she grinned even more.

Demulan looked at Claire's expression and sighed silently.

She turned and walked back behind her desk, put down the tablet, and her gaze fell on the document that had just been delivered to her.

ReLink Brain-Computer Fitting Program!

Her name was prominently listed at the very top of the list!

This was sent by Hafk's senior management just two days ago. The wording was polite, but the meaning was very clear!

With the space base nearing completion, DeMullan, the incoming safety director, should undergo a ReLink brain-computer interface implant to enhance his capabilities!

She refused outright!

The reason is also quite good—she is confident in her own abilities and does not need external aids!

But at this moment...

Demoulin glanced out the window again.

Zhang Zhaozheng dodged Claire's sweeping leg and launched a counterattack.

Both of them moved extremely fast. If Zhang Zhao's stats were only around 2, he would never have been able to fight Claire to this extent.

The only variable is the ReLink brain-computer interface implanted in his brain.

Demoulin tapped his fingers lightly twice on the table.

ReLink brain-computer interface... Is this thing really that powerful?

She reached out and picked up the document, then looked at it again.

"The new world is right beside you!"

She uttered the sentence softly, her lips twitching slightly.

Claire's exaggerated laughter came from outside the window, interrupting her thoughts.

Demoulin put down the documents, stood up, and walked back to the French windows.

On the training field, Zhang Zhao and Claire had stopped fighting.

The two stood a short distance apart, both panting.

Claire tucked the knuckle duster back into her waistband and gave him a thumbs up.

Demulan looked at the figure, his brows slowly furrowing and then slowly relaxing.

She turned around, picked up the document, and turned to the last page.

The signature field is still blank.

She stared at that blank space for a long time.

"...Wait a little longer."

She muttered something under her breath and put the file back on the desktop.

......

Meanwhile, on a remote island at sea.

The meeting room was dimly lit, and five people sat on either side of the long conference table.

Several photos were spread out on the table, showing the exterior of the space base, the construction progress, and the outer defense layout.

The dates on the photos are marked in red pen, the most recent being three days ago.

"Demoulin still refused!"

The man sitting at the head of the conference table spoke, his voice low and hoarse.

He was wearing a dark gray uniform, around forty years old, with an average appearance, but exuded an air of authority.

"As expected!"

The person to his left spoke, in a flat tone.

The man was in his early thirties with regular features, but his right eye was clearly different; the pupil was a shade lighter than his left eye, as if it had been injured.

"That Demulan is incredibly stubborn; she won't agree to anything you ask her to do, no matter how you try to reason with her!"

"Then let's not discuss it."

Someone at the end of the table interjected, their voice cold.

The electric lights on the edge of the conference table shone in the darkness, illuminating each of their faces clearly.

"If she disagrees, create a reason that forces her to agree."

The man at the head of the table nodded and lightly tapped the satellite image with his fingertip.

"Is the space base nearing completion?"

"The main structure is complete; all that remains is to debug the internal equipment and landscaping the exterior."

The man replied, "My right eye is different colors."

"Then let's pick a suitable time, find someone to impersonate the Assara local armed forces, and attack the space base."

The man at the head of the table leaned back, speaking casually as if he were arranging a rehearsal.

"Blow up a few transport trucks, burn down a couple of warehouses, the commotion doesn't need to be too big..."

He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the others.

"It would be best if Demoulan got a scratch during the attack."

"How badly are you injured?"

"It's not that serious..." The person at the end of the table chuckled.

"Isn't she quite smug about that face? Okay, then let's leave her a souvenir!"

"After she's in the hospital for two days, we'll go there with the ReLink brain-computer interface plan. Even if she's unwilling, she'll agree!"

The meeting room fell silent for a few seconds!

The man at the head of the table glanced around, and seeing that no one objected, he took a cigarette from the pack and put it in his mouth.

"Then it's settled! As for the personnel—let Hamk's men handle it! They're experts at this kind of thing."

"Is Hamk...reliable?"

"Whether he's reliable or not isn't important; what's important is that he obeys!"

He struck a lighter, and the flame flickered in the dimly lit conference room, illuminating his unremarkable face.

"As long as he continues to use our weapons and eat our food, he must do as we say."