Laying the Groundwork

The darker the night, the more the stars shine and shine.

The sky, like a jewel glittering against the dark curtain.

The deep blue and white villa has a classic charm, yet the furniture is arranged in a standardized manner, appearing orderly, generous, and dignified. However, it is somewhat solemn and extra serious, giving people a feeling that the villa is a bit unsmiling.

Outsiders dare not speak casually to the owner of the villa or the people living there.

Only Little Louis. and Lieutenant General Sam Lane were in the villa.

Sam Lane played with his daughter's dolls for a while, and then lifted her up and tossed her up, catching her again, and then spun her around.

The atmosphere was warm and joyful; he rarely had time to spend with his daughter, so he was exceptionally happy.

But the little girl was still young and could only play for half an hour. During the day, even though he wasn't home, the little girl was very active and playful, climbing and jumping everywhere. By evening, she was exhausted and finally fell asleep hanging on Sam Lane's chest, gently patted on the back by Sam Lane.

Sam Lane smiled knowingly and gently placed her on the bed. His daughter smacked her lips in her sleep, looking rather unladylike, as if she were eating something in her dream, which made Sam Lane chuckle.

He gently kissed his daughter's forehead, but she turned over with a pout, clearly annoyed by her father's stubble.

He gently tucked the blanket in, shook his head with a smile, and sighed inwardly at his daughter's cuteness, cuteness, cuteness...

So adorable, like holding it in your palm or putting it in your mouth, as if afraid it might melt away.

Sam Lane gently pressed the doorknob, closing it tightly before slowly releasing it. The soft sound of the door closing didn't wake his daughter, and Sam felt a sense of relief. He lifted his heels and left the room, his steps becoming increasingly powerful and steady as he moved further away.

He went up to the study on the third floor, entered the room, and sat down in a chair where the soft, warm light shone through.

suddenly.

There was a familiar feeling, as if I had experienced this period myself, and then it was brought back to me again.

Sam Lane paused for a moment.

His eyelids trembled slightly as he opened them, a sudden unease creeping into his heart. His eyes held a hint of weariness as he looked around the study. The soft, warm lighting made it easy to fall asleep.

He exhaled.

Was he too tired? He pinched the bridge of his nose to refresh himself, then glanced at the test documents on his desk.

His thoughts returned to what was in front of him.

With this... we can't bring down General Vick. This evidence is too weak.

Sam Lane put down the test file, stood up, took a bottle of brandy from the clipboard on the other side, opened it, and poured half a glass of the liquor into a glass.

Holding a wine glass, he walked to the window and opened it.

The cool night breeze caressed his face, making it itch and feel cool and refreshing, giving him a sense of reality.

The night sky outside the window was still dazzling and beautiful, its backdrop adorned with diamond-like starlight.

He gulped down half a glass of brandy, the burning sensation bringing him back to reality, the burning sensation in his throat making him acutely aware of the spiciness.

He always felt like he was watching TV, not actually experiencing it, but now, the spiciness brought him back to reality.

It took him a long time to recover.

I glanced at the clock hanging on the wall.

23:10 Time really flies... without you even realizing it.

He hesitated for a moment, thinking that perhaps he could make contact with Ba Miu Luo Di and snatch this Biological Warrior from General Vick's hands. General Vick was too wasteful; it would be better to kill Ba Miu Luo Di and keep him alive.

If it stays alive, it might provide some research data for the American Military.

After thinking for half an hour, Sam Lane made a decision and turned off the study light.

He went down to the study on the third floor, gently opened his daughter's bedroom door, and glanced at his sleeping daughter. For some reason, he felt that there should be something in his daughter's room.

For example, a white figure?... Spectre? He finally shook his head, realizing he was becoming a bit neurotic.

Seeing that his daughter's room was normal, he breathed a sigh of relief, went straight back to his own room, and quickly fell asleep.

Ba Di deleted some of Sam Lane's memories, but did not alter them. Any actions that significantly alter the memories would create incongruous differences. The more one moved within the memories, the more incongruous they became, and the more strange they appeared to oneself.

It feels like something I've seen before.

It felt like I had experienced it before.

Ba Di deleted Sam Lane's memories of film photos without altering his memories, but he implanted the subconscious Ba Di wanted deep within him. This subconscious will continue to ferment in his mind, making him protect and safeguard Ba Di.

The next time they meet, he will only subconsciously use Ba Di to advance his career and protect Ba Di.

It nourishes things silently and subtly, transforming them gradually.

After dealing with Sam Lane, Ba Di then dealt with Death Knell.

Similarly, Death Knell was awake, staring wide-eyed with suppressed fear, unable to speak, hear, or move, with three information probes stuck in his head like Teletubbies.

Death Knell's physical strength was greater than Sam Lane's, and his mental processing was far more intense, making him much more difficult to deal with than Sam Lane.

"Extract his memories."

Ba Di rested his right hand on his left, gently rubbing his thumb against his left palm as he fell into thought.

As for Death Knell, he assigned him the identity of an enemy. Death Knell would be the person Death Knell knew Ba Di the most, the person who had always been targeting Ba Di, and Death Knell 'Ba Di enemy.

Hera announced, "Extraction complete."

A glint flashed in Ba Di's eyes as he formally laid out Death Knell's future.

"He downplayed his desire to tell others about my alien identity, and amplified his resentment, pride, competitiveness, and his desire to kill me to prove that he was better."

"I will deal with General Vick later."

"Death Knell will escape from here after I leave, escaping with the future I desire."

"In the future, Death Knell will be the one who knows me best."

"Death Knell, you will establish a kingdom in Africa, recruit countless mercenaries, and become the Mercenary King, all in order to kill me."

"I will send people to confront you and target you."

"At the same time, you will be constantly harassing me, spying, robbing, stealing, and using every means possible to obtain the various technologies and medicines I have invented, extend your lifespan, and strengthen your armed forces."

"You will be the person in this world who knows me best, the meaning behind every move I make and every action I take."

"One day, when all the heroes of the world unite against me."

"You'll join them, or they might find you to join them."

"Because... you know me best."

"At that time..."