Soldier Boy's voice grew louder and louder, as if he wanted to vent all the dissatisfaction in his heart.
"Something is fucking wrong with your society. You're all a bunch of pussies, fuck!"
The more Soldier Boy spoke, the more agitated he became. He kicked over a chair beside him, and it crashed loudly against the floor, sounding especially grating in the quiet room.
At that moment, the head of America's military was watching Soldier Boy's every move through surveillance cameras. His eyebrows were tightly furrowed, his face full of exasperation.
Of course, he had no idea what had happened to Soldier Boy to make him constantly spew profanity like this.
Although the Soldier Boy they had created before had not had a particularly good temper either, he was clearly nowhere near as much of an asshole as the real Soldier Boy.
When Chang Wei had created him, he had not portrayed him as being so extreme, nor had he allowed him to indulge his vile nature so recklessly.
The real Soldier Boy was a complete bastard. Racist ideas ran in his bones, and he was always full of contempt and disgust toward non-white races.
At school, he often bullied smaller, weaker classmates. Watching them tremble beneath his abuse gave him a twisted sense of satisfaction.
Moreover, he was a typical Texas redneck who fancied himself a tough guy.
The military official sighed helplessly. He knew perfectly well that controlling this guy would not be easy.
But in order to achieve their goals, they had no choice but to temporarily tolerate Soldier Boy's various vile acts.
Just then, Soldier Boy suddenly stopped pacing. He rubbed his temples, a pained expression appearing on his face.
"Hey, can you get me some high-purity stuff? I'm feeling a little uncomfortable right now. I