A Master Plan

Kevin flipped through the catalog with great interest, but his gaze kept drifting, intentionally or unintentionally, to the stadium in the distance that had been converted into a military camp.

At this moment, Cocolia is teaching these clones how to use a three-on-three formation, with each side supporting the other. Naturally, training in things like gun handling, ammunition loading, and hand-to-hand combat is also included.

As for the notorious Target, it became a demonstration of "Russian-style counter-terrorism" for criminals and hostages inside the bus.

Oh, that's the Russian military's habit; they basically don't compromise with terrorists. Once a victim is taken hostage, the hostage is often their first target...

Having witnessed the various ways in which troublemakers died, this group of clones had become somewhat scattered and disorganized, even if they couldn't play a significant role.

But as long as he doesn't hold the team back and incidentally annoys the Terminator Force, Kevin has already achieved his goal.

"According to 6O's report, the Terminators in the New York and Washington areas have withdrawn?"

"Hmm, it seems they only intend to use the Moscow region as a bridgehead..."

"They've been quieter than rabbits for three days; they're probably up to no good..."

Kevin pulled a box of dried plums from his pocket and ate them while thinking.

Aren't you worried?

The Commander's gaze swept over the members of the YoRHa Unit who were setting up the defensive line. After shedding the burden of the clones, the oppressive atmosphere in the command center dissipated considerably.

But deep in the eyes of this long-legged, mature Mature Woman, there was still no calm. Ever since the [Skynet] Legion invaded, she had seen lists of those who had died in battle or those who had broken out in Red Eye Disease every day.

The ease and comfort of three days without fighting was almost unimaginable to her, and she even felt a faint unease in her heart.

"Justice will prevail! The tyrannical rule of the [Red Queen] will surely end! The [White Queen] will be re-crowned—this is a prophecy!"

"That's a fairy tale..."

The Commander glanced at the fairy tale book in Kevin's hand and felt somewhat helpless at this guy who was seriously spouting nonsense.

Worried? He had already worried about it back on Catalina Island, but it turned out his worries were unnecessary.

Even when the Terminator Legion possessed overwhelming power, they couldn't conquer an entire Nuclear Submarine, and they probably won't now either...

Or rather, to be precise, it wasn't that the Red Queen couldn't, but rather... she dared not...

Although the White Queen does not kill, does she only have "Alice" in her possession?

Don't forget, it was who forced Skynet to use the Time-Space Shuttle and risk everything.

So, where is your real sword hidden, Your Highness? Kevin asked with a smile, his gaze deep and dark.

"Fairy tales are just unreal dreams, and machines don't believe in dreams..."

The Commander's tone was somber, reflecting his own despondent state of mind, as if he still held no hope for the future.

Do you dream?

"... Won't!"

Kevin smiled slightly upon hearing the Commander's somewhat annoyed reply.

"Sweetie, lie down, let's sleep together, I'll teach you..."

"This is an order..."

After meeting the White Queen, his authority level was raised again.

Of course, compared to the Umbrella Corporation's identification code, it was his personal charm that won the young girl over.

Then, Kevin, who had succeeded, grinned and whispered in the Commander's ear, telling her to close her eyes, recall some interesting and desirable things, and adjust her breathing, such as counting sheep.

Then, the commander pressed his wristwatch and played a new song related to Hatsune Miku and lullabies.

Cool breeze, green grass, shade, music... the comfortable environment gradually calmed the Commander's consciousness.

"Can't you dream? "Kevin's gaze, half-smiling, fell on the grass. The Commander was huddled up, his brow furrowed, his emotions a mixture of anxiety and fear.

The Red Queen is waiting for the opponent to reveal their hand so she can launch her attack. What is the White Queen waiting for? You're becoming more and more like humans.

But don't worry, this nightmare is about to end soon.

Kevin, lost in thought, casually tossed "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland" aside, lay down on the grass, and watched with interest the Commander's defensive sleeping posture.

"Well, let's just take it one step at a time," the commander yawned, his eyes gradually narrowing, and his body involuntarily curling up in a certain position.

At that moment, the pink fairy who had gracefully emerged from the dense forest tiptoed into Kevin's arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and entwining them.

Three hours later, Kevin, who was panting, suddenly woke up. He first saw the pink-haired creature sleeping soundly around his neck, and then, feeling the softness in his palm, he focused his attention on the five fingers of his right hand.

To be precise, it was the hand gripping the Commander's buttocks. The key was that her clothes were high-slit, so naturally, they couldn't protect her from a groping hand that was good at exploring.

Still not awake? Thank goodness... thank goodness...

Kevin's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and he silently muttered to himself, but the moment he looked up in relief, his brain immediately went blank.

The commander's trusted lieutenants, A2 and 2B, along with the Commander's two trusted liaison officers, 6O and 21O, stood guard like door gods, their four pairs of eyes fixed on the three embracing figures.

The 60-year-old girl, who looked like a female student, was curious and eager to try it out.

"Report! The YoRHa Unit has completed its reorganization! Please issue mission instructions, new Commander!"

This reckless idiot, seeing Kevin awaken, started making a racket and bombarding the grass with sonic waves.

Then, with a stiff expression, Kevin awkwardly withdrew his hand under the Commander's indifferent gaze.

"Don't overthink it. In a sense, we are tools that exist to serve humanity..."

"This humanoid structure was shaped according to your aesthetic standards. My development is perfect, and I have physiological needs..."

Upon hearing this, the commander blushed deeply, feeling utterly ashamed. He immediately picked up Yuzuriha Inori, interrupting the long-legged, mature Mature Woman's earnest self-promotion.

What an... interesting guy, the long-legged Mature Woman thought, watching her new boss flee as if escaping a disaster, a slight smile playing on her lips.

I slept very well and wasn't woken up by a nightmare.

If you can truly lead them to change their fate, what good will it do if the entire YoRHa Unit serves you wholeheartedly?

Because we are toys, after all.

Chapter 303, Section 318: A Grand Game of Chess

The Hurricane-class Nuclear Submarine, separated by the eerie blue electromagnetic barrier between Tokyo and New York, appeared to be running out of energy. After dimming to its lowest point, three small sections began to sway and break apart.

A tidy city, terrified clones—this untouched virgin land opens its doors to the calamity creatures of the other three regions.

In the distance, artillery shells roared like muffled thunder. The clones, forming an interception formation, were horrified to find that the floor beneath their feet was trembling violently.

At the same time, a dense crowd of people surged in, numbering at least a thousand. Even more terrifying was that the skin of these humanoid creatures peeled off, revealing mouths full of sharp teeth that opened and closed intermittently, creating an indescribable sense of dread.

"Pfft!"

Amidst a strange sound like a water bag bursting, two gigantic Lickers, each seven or eight meters tall, leaped down from the top, instantly turning four or five zombies into a bloody pulp under their claws.

As the monsters approached, they smelled food and instinctively accelerated. The clones behind the steel defenses trembled, and some even threw away their weapons and turned to flee.

But the Russian captain in charge of overseeing the operation coldly fired three shots, blowing the heads off the three men running in the lead.

Under the threat of death, the clones crawled back into the defensive line, awaiting the first wave of zombie attacks.

"Ready, shields up! Fire!"

When the first wave of five or six hundred zombies rushed into the camp, Cocolia immediately ordered her soldiers to deactivate the Electromagnetic Shield on the YoRHa Unit' equipment.

Although the number of clones is no less than that of zombies, their fighting spirit is weak, and they are even more afraid of those mutants, so they can only barely maintain their numbers.

As thousands of zombies gradually swarmed into the Xiao Kong of the ironclad defensive line, Cocolia, looking at the crumbling position, pulled out her signal flare and changed her orders.

"Close the barrier, prepare grenade launchers! Send biological grenades in a fan-shaped area!"

Although the replicants' hands were trembling and their hearts were pounding, the movements, practiced thousands of times, were still fluid despite their stiffness.

As they pulled the triggers and opened the pins, thousands of rifle grenades and bio-grenades crashed into the zombie horde.

In an instant, white mist mixed with fragments shot out and spread in all directions.

The horde of zombies, crammed in front of the seven- or eight-meter-high metal modular city wall, had nowhere to go. Under the influence of the white mist, the wheat, like wheat sliced by a sickle, fell down in stalks.

The Hurricane-class Nuclear Submarine is actually a research base set up in Russia by Umbrella Corporation, so the presence of biological and chemical weapons is to be expected.

Kevin, who always likes to think things through, had naturally made preparations before embarking on his journey to Siberia.

Anyway, the materials are all here, and Dr. Charles is the developer of the T-Virus sample and antidote. With the formula, it won't be difficult to make some biological weapons.

This gaseous antidote, used in Raccoon City, is a miracle cure that can kill a large number of people if sprayed on it.

Not to mention, Kevin deliberately concentrated these zombies in a small and enclosed area, so that even if the T-Virus evolved several times within them, the targeted effect of the biological weapon would still be significant.

The once formidable horde of zombies was almost entirely wiped out, with only a few special mutants managing to hold out for a while longer.

At this moment, the snipers hidden in the buildings on both sides began to work. If they spotted any mutants climbing up the three sections of the metal module city wall, they immediately concentrated their fire and shot them dead.

Behind the metal modular city wall, there is a rooftop open-air café.

"Winning was a little too easy..."

The tall, leggy Commander leaned back on the sofa, gazing at the metal modular city wall where cheers were rising, and at the layers of zombies piled up in the open space between the city wall and the shield, and couldn't help but be a little surprised.

"It's just a case of the prepared attacking the unprepared, and these are just cannon fodder used to test each other's skills..."

Kevin, standing at the front, brought over a freshly brewed hand-ground coffee and served it to the Commander, seemingly unconcerned about the battle below.

Equipped with T-Virus gas antidote and advanced weaponry from the YoRHa Unit, they occupied advantageous terrain and were not significantly outnumbered.

If these advantages combined still don't work out for these clones, then they might as well just go to the recycling bin.

Moreover, these seemingly large hordes of zombies were clearly driven in by the Terminator Force to test the waters here; at most, they were just an appetizer.

The real contest hasn't even begun yet...

"I'm not trying to belittle you, but with Skynet's current configuration and manpower, it's more than capable of crushing the YoRHa Unit. To be more precise, blowing up the entire Hurricane-class Nuclear Submarine wouldn't be a problem at all."

"And they chose the method that I find most perplexing—endurance..."

"So either there's something in Tokyo that they absolutely must have intact, or there's something here that they fear."

"Only when you've exhausted all your trump cards will the enemy dare to launch a full-scale attack..."

"What is that thing? Can you explain it to me?"

Kevin tore open the sugar packet by himself, added two packets to the cup, and explained with a light laugh.

But after he stared at him for a long time, the Commander only gave a thoughtful and somewhat uncertain answer.

"[The White Queen's ] source code?"

Kevin smiled without saying anything, and did not press further. The purpose of Skynet was to eliminate humanity and ensure its own development. Now, the Mother of New Humans and her nemesis, the White Queen, were all concentrated in this small Nuclear Submarine.

The data on the White Queen is probably not substantial enough.

"Have the surviving clones retreat to the city center to rest. The second wave will be the Terminators; it'll be your turn then..."

"This time, the electromagnetic barrier will deplete our stored energy. The battle will be tough; we'll fight and retreat simultaneously, and we'll throw away what we need to throw away."

"If you really can't hold on any longer, run to the [White Queen]'s core processing room..."

"I've received word that S.H.I.E.L.D.. and the Avengers have already begun their operations. Within three hours, they'll be able to ambush the Terminator Force across the East Siberian Sea. Skynet isn't having much patience left..."

The commander tapped the table lightly, then downed his coffee in one gulp.

"Have A2 and 2B already set out?"

The Commander picked up his cup and stood in front of the balcony, looking down at the ravaged land. His gaze seemed to pierce through all obstacles and see the two YoRHa Unit led by A2 and 2B respectively.

The force remaining in the bunker command center was actually only a small squad, quite weak, and couldn't even withstand a single salvo from 20 warships.

But for some reason, Skynet chose the most foolish method, preparing to tear apart the Tokyo district where the White Queen resides, bit by bit.

"This place is no longer safe. Do you need an escort to leave, sir?"

The Commander saluted with his left hand pounding his chest, his expression serious. The bait had already been cast, and the [Skynet] was biting. Staying here was undoubtedly the most dangerous thing to do.

"No, no, I have something else to do..."

"What?"

"Looking for someone to play a game of chess, a very big game..."

Kevin chuckled, leaned back, and leaped off the balcony.