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An encrypted video file labeled "Genesis II" was simultaneously delivered to the desks of the highest-ranking commanders of all major military regions in China at midnight.

The file has no title and no description.

There is only one play button.

Inside the massive operations conference room of the Northwest Theater Command headquarters, the air was thick with tension.

An elderly man with the rank of general on his shoulder and snow-white hair pressed the play button.

The screen jolted slightly, and the rough yellow sand of the Gobi Desert rushed towards us.

Immediately afterwards, a Type 99 main battle tank, that steel behemoth weighing more than fifty tons, appeared in the center of the screen.

Then they saw that ghostly figure.

They saw him ignore the machine gun fire and leap up.

I saw him bend down and grab the heavy alloy hatch with both hands.

In the conference room, everyone instinctively leaned forward, their breathing stopped.

In the video, the soldier's roar seemed to pierce through the screen, carrying an inhuman, violent force.

"Squeak—!"

The metallic creaking echoed clearly through the high-fidelity speakers in the deathly silent conference room.

The alloy hatch was forcibly torn off.

Like tearing open a cheap soda can.

The video ended, and the screen went dark.

"..."

No one spoke.

Only heavy breathing echoed in the huge conference room, like broken bellows.

The old man's hand trembled as he pressed the play button again.

The scene restarts.

Torn.

dark.

Again.

Torn.

dark.

The video was played repeatedly a full ten times.

The bloody and violent scenes were like a red-hot iron hammer, repeatedly slamming into the worldviews of all the battle-hardened generals present.

Finally, the old man raised his hand, signaling to stop.

"Tell me about it."

His voice was terribly hoarse, as if he had aged ten years overnight.

No one dared to speak first.

Their lifelong understanding of war, weapons, and flesh and blood was shattered in that short thirty-second video.

for a long time.

A major general from the Armored Forces Academy swallowed hard, his voice hoarse.

"I...I've spent my whole life studying tanks."

"I swear on my military rank, that wasn't special effects, that wasn't editing."

"That's real power."

Another lieutenant general in charge of special operations slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, all that remained were endless horrific waves.

"His speed and explosive power have surpassed the limits of human physiology."

"This is not a soldier."

"This is a monster."

Finally, the white-haired general stood up shakily from his seat.

He surveyed the entire audience, his gaze sweeping over every face contorted with shock.

"This is not a monster."

The old man took a deep breath, each word seemingly uttered with all his might.

"This is Superman."

The entire room fell silent.

The general's gaze pierced through the screen, as if he were seeing a brand new, incomparably glorious, and incomparably bloody future.

"if……"

His voice trembled, a tremor of extreme excitement mixed with a hint of fear.

"If every one of our rapid reaction forces could possess this level of combat capability..."

He didn't say anything more.

But everyone understood.

What does that mean?

That means that, from today onwards, the rules of war have been rewritten.

That means that China's military power will achieve a generational and unreasonable crushing defeat over any opponent on this planet!

"I agree."

I second that.

"We must do whatever it takes!"

The oppressive silence was instantly ignited, and the entire conference room erupted in unprecedented fervor.

"I propose that we immediately launch Project Great Wall!"

The white-haired general slammed his hand on the table, his eyes sharp as an eagle's.

"The objective is to secretly build one... no, at least three! Three 'super soldier' ​​units, each with tens of thousands of soldiers, within a year!"

"From today onward, this will be the highest priority for the entire army, overriding everything else!"

At the same time, the same scene unfolded simultaneously at the highest command headquarters of the seven military regions across the country.

A top-secret project called the Great Wall was approved unanimously with unprecedented speed.

the next day.

The Western Hills of Yanjing (modern-day Beijing) is a top-level military conference center that is not open to the public.

Li Guobang, dressed in a sharp Zhongshan suit, sat in the first seat next to the head of the table.

He was surrounded by the highest-ranking officers of the entire Chinese army, each with a golden star shining on their shoulder, a accolade worthy of being recorded in history.

But today, all their eyes were focused on Li Guobang.

That gaze was ardent, humble, and even carried a hint of ingratiation.

"Minister Li, I've heard so much about you."

The white-haired general personally poured Li Guobang a cup of tea, his attitude as warm as if he were treating an old comrade-in-arms.

"You're too kind, Mr. Zhang."

Li Guobang nodded slightly, his expression calm, yet he possessed a dignified and unyielding air.

He knew that he was not representing an individual today.

He represents the myth of being able to "dismantle a tank with bare hands".

This represents the plan called "South Heavenly Gate," a plan powerful enough to shake the fate of the nation.

The meeting began.

No formalities, straight to the point.

"Minister Li, regarding that military-grade tonic fluid," General Zhang said with utmost seriousness.

"Our military needs it."

"The more the better."

Li Guobang picked up his teacup and gently blew on the floating tea leaves.

"General Zhang, esteemed generals."

"The item is a good item, but as you all know, something that can change your destiny is not as simple as producing bullets."

His voice was calm and unhurried, yet it made the hearts of all the generals present leap into their throats.

"The production of medicines takes time and requires extremely demanding conditions."

"The most crucial thing is..."

Li Guobang put down his teacup, his gaze sweeping across the room, speaking slowly and deliberately.

"We need core liaisons for the 'South Heaven Gate Project' to continuously obtain raw materials for us."

The raw materials he was referring to were certainly not angelica or astragalus.

Rather, it refers to those divine objects from the heavens, which are of a higher level and cannot be replicated by science.

For example, second-generation, third-generation... and even elixirs that can make people ascend to heaven in broad daylight.

Everyone present was shrewd and immediately understood the implied meaning.

That key liaison officer is the root of all this.

It is the lifeline of China's national destiny for the next century that is at stake!

"We understand!"

General Zhang suddenly stood up and, on behalf of the entire military, made the most solemn promise to Li Guobang.

"From this moment forward, all requirements of the Nantianmen Project are the highest orders of our army!"

"If we need people, we'll give them the most outstanding talents in the entire army!"

"We need money! There's no limit to the military budget!"

"If you want resources, we wouldn't even blink an eye if you sent our aircraft carrier battle group to guard your gate!"

The old man paused, then spoke with unwavering resolve.

"In short, as long as that core comrade can carry out his work in a satisfactory, comfortable, and safe manner."

"Our army will spare no effort!"

That afternoon.

An official document was delivered to Li Guobang.

Resolution on raising the security level of "Zhulong" to an unprecedented "national hero" level.

Zhao Tiezhu and his 100-strong "Pangu Squadron," who had just completed the rewriting of the rules of war, were secretly sent back to Base 001 by a military transport plane immediately after the exercise ended.

They received their first, and most important, task.

They take turns being stationed at Base 001 to ensure Chen Xi's absolute security.

Use a "Superman" army to protect the person who can create "Superman".

And this moment.

At the heart of this storm was the instigator, a figure treasured by the entire state apparatus and apparatus of violence.

Chen Xi was wearing a soft silk nightgown and lying listlessly on the sofa in the suite.

He frowned as he looked at the lunch menu in front of him, which was meticulously prepared by the state banquet chefs and included hundreds of dishes from French, Italian, Japanese and other cuisines.

His face showed genuine, heartfelt distress.

"well……"

He let out a long sigh.

What should I eat for lunch today?