90: Crisis strikes

"The first step of the plan," Davis continued, his voice like a cold, venomous snake, "is to use all our intelligence networks and sleeper agents to confirm the latest locations of all targets on this list in the shortest possible time."

"Especially those core personnel who are about to participate in the 'Controllable Nuclear Fusion' project; they are our primary targets!"

"Step two, we will select the top elites from our most elite special forces, SEAL Team Six and Delta Force, to form several Ghost Squads."

"These squads will secretly infiltrate the territory of the Dragon Kingdom through various channels."

"They have only one mission."

Davis paused here, his single eye sweeping over everyone present, saying word by word:

"At all costs, eliminate all targets on the list!"

"Operational requirements: fast, precise, and ruthless! Leave no survivors, and leave no evidence that can point directly back to us!"

"After completing the mission, evacuate immediately. If evacuation is impossible, then... purify on the spot."

The so-called purification, naturally, meant suicide.

This was a one-way death mission.

Hearing this plan, the situation room fell into silence once again.

Too crazy.

Too vicious.

This was no longer a simple assassination; it was practically trying to destroy the Dragon Kingdom's technological future from the root! If the plan succeeded, it would definitely be a desperate reversal, but the problem was... "What if... what if the plan fails?" an official asked in a low voice.

"There are no 'what ifs', and don't even think about them!" Davis's tone was categorical. "Success is the only option; failure is not allowed!"

"To ensure the success rate of the plan, I suggest activating our highest-level ace agent, codenamed Reaper."

"Reaper?!"

Hearing this name, the expressions of everyone present changed.

Reaper was the Lighthouse Country's most mysterious and powerful ace agent, whose true identity was known only to a very few people, such as the President and the Secretary of Defense.

Legend has it that he is a perfect killing machine who has undergone the most brutal genetic modification and devilish training.

He is proficient in all the world's killing techniques, can skillfully use any weapon, and possesses some special abilities beyond ordinary human understanding.

He alone is enough to rival an army.

In the past ten years, he has secretly eliminated countless enemies for the Lighthouse Country and has never failed.

He is the sharpest dagger the Lighthouse Country hides in the darkness.

Deploying Reaper meant that the Lighthouse Country was truly going to play for keeps this time.

In normal times, they might have considered saving face, but now that it was a moment of life-and-death crisis, how could they still hold onto their trump cards and not use them?

"I agree." Mr. President nodded, his eyes becoming incredibly cold. "Let Reaper lead the team personally."

"He will serve as the overall commander of this Ghost Plan, responsible for coordinating the actions of all Ghost Squads."

"Tell him, I only want results."

"No matter what method he uses, no matter what price he pays, I only want to see that damn nuclear fusion project of the Dragon Kingdom turn into a pile of scrap paper!"

"Yes, Mr. President!" General Davis snapped to attention and gave a military salute, a bloodthirsty, excited smile appearing on his face.

An unprecedented, bloody massacre targeting the Dragon Kingdom's scientific community was about to begin... Meanwhile, in the Dragon Kingdom.

Everyone was still immersed in great joy and beautiful visions of the future.

No one knew that a cold current from hell had already quietly approached.

National Destiny Base.

After a day of rest, Wang Yi's injuries had basically healed.

The t-virus serum had given him a terrifying recovery ability far beyond that of ordinary people; it didn't take long for the injuries to recover naturally.

At this moment, he and Chen Hu were in the base's training room, studying those two SS-grade ancient scriptures.

"Captain, how on earth do you use this thing?" Chen Hu held the necromancer black scripture, flipping it over and over with a face full of confusion.

The writing in the book was an ancient hieroglyphic script that he completely couldn't understand, looking just like ghost scribbles.

"I don't know either." Wang Yi was also studying the sun gold scripture, equally at a loss.

He tried to inject his internal lightning power into the book, but the book showed no reaction.

"How about... we ask Old Qin?" Chen Hu suggested.

"That's the only way." Wang Yi nodded.

Just then, his private communicator suddenly rang.

It was a call from Su Yuan.

"Wang Yi, come to my room for a moment, immediately, right now."

Su Yuan's voice sounded a bit off.

Gone was his usual composure and calm; instead, it carried a hint of unprecedented gravity.

Wang Yi's heart skipped a beat.

He knew that something must have happened.

And it was something big.

He didn't dare delay, immediately putting down the ancient scripture in his hand and walking quickly toward Su Yuan's room.