The door closed gently.
The sound wasn't loud, but it was deafening in the small conference room.
The officers on both sides of the long table turned their heads at the same time, and several Mutants standing by the wall also looked over.
The next second, everyone froze.
An immense force pinned them to the spot, rendering them unable to move.
A general's hand was still on the table, his fingertips only centimeters from the document, but he couldn't lift it. The muscles in his face kept twitching, and his eyes were fixed on Chen Mo at the back.
How did this person get in?
This is the underground bunker of the Chancellery, one of the safest places in Germany.
No.
After that experimental base was built, this place should be the second safest place on Earth.
But now, a stranger is standing right here in the conference room, and the guards at the door haven't even noticed?
The four Mutants responsible for protecting the Führer were the first to react.
Their inner power erupted simultaneously.
One person's eyes lit up with red light, and the blazing rays were forced back into their eye sockets by an invisible force. The other person's hand transformed into a sharp bone blade, and before the five fingers could even be half-opened, the entire arm was fixed in mid-air.
Another Mutants attempted to burrow into the ground.
His legs had just turned into black mud when his head was slammed to the floor with a dull thud.
The last person did not attempt an attack.
He simply backed away slowly, trying to hide himself in a corner.
But his back soon crashed into an invisible wall.
There was no way to retreat.
What exactly is this ability?
Chen Mo glanced at the group and casually said, "Don't be nervous, I just came in to take a look. You can continue your meeting; just pretend I'm not here."
Nobody believed that.
Especially one of the generals who had read the battle reports from the front lines.
He recognized Chen Mo.
Not long ago, top-level emergency intelligence came back from the Kyiv front. Siegfried was killed in battle, the Hellfire Club's cyborg force was wiped out, and the Eastern man who suddenly appeared on the battlefield single-handedly defeated the strongest troops from both the German and Soviet armies.
Later, he reappeared in Japan, lost contact with Tokyo, and was erased from the map of Osaka. It is said that he changed the shape of the entire Japan territory.
These battle reports were classified as top secret and were seen only by a few high-ranking officers.
He was one of them.
The general's eyes widened, unable to understand why this man was here.
What's this guy doing in Berlin? Shouldn't he be in Japan?
Goebbels's expression also turned ugly.
He looked at the head of state, wanting to issue a warning, but found that he couldn't even move his tongue.
Chen Mo ignored the others.
His gaze fell on the fake head of state.
The other person's appearance was almost indistinguishable from Hitler's, and to have fooled this group, their daily habits were probably almost identical. However, in the face of X-ray vision, the traces of plastic surgery were simply too obvious.
The fake leader stared at Chen Mo, fear finally appearing in his eyes.
He wanted to speak, but he couldn't even open his lips; he could only watch helplessly as Chen Mo approached.
"No need to pretend anymore."
Chen Mo stood in front of him, "You are not Hitler."
The fake leader's pupils suddenly contracted.
Chen Mo reached out and placed his palm on his forehead.
The dark red blood vessels instantly pierced the skin.
The fake leader's body convulsed violently, his eyes rolled back, and his facial expressions began to change rapidly. His memories, forcibly unearthed by the Blacklight Virus, appeared fragmentarily in Chen Mo's mind like a haphazardly edited roll of film.
Initially, he was just a low-level staff member in the Germany Chancellor's Office.
Three months ago, several military personnel took him into an underground laboratory.
They injected him with drugs, adjusted his bones, modified his facial muscles, and then gradually made him accept through mental suggestion and memory indoctrination that he was the one standing in the highest position in Germany.
The original Hitler is dead.
They didn't die on the battlefield.
Instead, he died at the hands of the Black King, Sebastian Shaw.
That secret meeting took place deep inside the Prime Minister's residence.
Wearing a black overcoat, Shaw emerged from the shadows and told the real leader that he had mastered a transformation method that surpassed the Glory Class.
He needs the resources of all of Germany, and he also needs a puppet who won't interfere with the experiments.
The real Hitler refused.
Then, he was killed by Shaw, and his body was disposed of as experimental waste, without even leaving his name.
The stand-in in front of them was then placed in the main seat.
Few people in the military know the truth.
Goebbels knew.
Several researchers involved in the Supreme Class Project knew this.
And those high-ranking officers secretly controlled by Xiao also knew.
They did not resist.
Because Xiao had promised them that as long as the Supreme Class Project succeeded, all participants would be eligible for transformation.
At that time, they will become the first nobles of the new world, or even a new race of gods.
Chen Mo opened his eyes.
The black and red substance had covered half of the fake leader's face.
"I see."
He withdrew his finger. " The Black King stole Germany a long time ago. My brilliant idea was plagiarized by him!"
The fake leader's body rapidly withered, his skin and bones collapsing together. The Blacklight Virus surged into Chen Mo's body through his blood vessels, taking away his memories and the not-so-strong transformative energy.
Only one oversized military uniform remained on the main seat.
Only then did the people in the conference room regain control of their bodies.
Goebbels jerked backward, knocking over the chair behind him.
Several officers drew their guns simultaneously.
Before the gun barrels could be properly raised, all the weapons were twisted into pretzels by telekinesis.
Chen Mo looked at Goebbels.
Do you know Xiao?
Goebbels was pale.
He did not answer.
Chen Mo wasn't in a hurry; he raised his finger and pointed to the military uniform on the ground.
"It's alright if you don't tell me. There are quite a few of you here; I can ask you one by one and eventually get the answer."
You can't do that!
A general gritted his teeth and said, "This is the highest command center in Germany. By killing the Führer, you are declaring war on all of Germany!"
"Declare war?"
Chen Mo looked around. "So, after all I did, it doesn't count as a declaration of war? You guys have pretty good tempers."
The general opened his mouth.
Before he could speak again, Chen Mo had already raised his hand.
Black and red tentacles emerged from the ground and instantly wrapped around his legs.
"Etc!"
Another officer hurriedly shouted, "We can negotiate!"
Chen Mo paused for a moment.
What should we talk about?
"Money, army, resources—everything Germany has is yours, just leave here."
"It seems you haven't figured out the situation yet."
Chen Mo walked to the long table, casually picked up a battle report, and said, "I didn't come here today to steal anything."
He looked up.
"I'm here to take over."
The black and red tentacles suddenly tightened.
A short, agonizing scream echoed through the meeting room.
The general's body was dragged into the shadows of the ground, his flesh and blood rapidly disappearing. The remaining officers finally broke down, begging for mercy, some even kneeling on the ground, claiming they had never participated in the plan.
Chen Mo devoured their memories while simultaneously reading them.
Most of these people's memories are worthless.
They knew that Germany was under the control of the Black King, but they didn't know where Shaw was hiding. Some were only responsible for transporting military funds, some were only responsible for mobilizing soldiers, and some didn't even know the name of the Supreme Class Project.
But the memory of the last officer made Chen Mo stop.
That was a route record hidden within the military.
Over the past two months, three convoys have left Berlin at night. The convoys had no military markings, no registered cargo, and the escorts were all from Shaw's private army.
The destination is not Hamburg.
It's not in the outskirts of Berlin either.
It's the Arctic.
More precisely, it's under a giant iceberg in the Arctic Ocean.
Chen Mo continued reading.
In the meeting room I remember, Xiao stood in front of a map, explaining his plan to several researchers.
He has obtained the key to the plan.
Once the Supreme Class Transformation is successful, he will be able to absorb the energy of the entire battlefield. Artillery fire, radiation, electricity, and even the shockwaves from nuclear explosions will not be able to kill him, not to mention the Supreme Class Transformation's already powerful physical body.
At that time, he will become a true god among men.
The researchers stood by, their faces filled with fervor.
Chen Mo released his grip.
The last officer fell to the ground, his body still in a kneeling position.
Only he and a few Mutants immobilized by telekinesis remained in the meeting room.
Chen Mo looked at the Mutants could emit heat rays.
"Are you guys Xiao's men?"
The other party gritted their teeth.
"We are loyal to Germany."
Do you even believe that yourself?
Chen Mo raised his hand and waved.
With a burst of telekinesis, the bodies of the four Mutants slammed into the wall simultaneously.
They didn't die immediately; their strong vitality allowed them to continue struggling.
Chen Mo walked up to one of them and placed his hand on his chest.
The Blacklight Virus spread along the wound.
A moment later, he retrieved the new memories.
These Mutants were indeed people Shaw had arranged.
They were responsible for monitoring the doubles and dealing with disobedient officers. The real Germany government had long since ceased to exist in name only, and all orders were relayed through Shaw's hands.
As for the route to the experimental site, they only knew the starting point.
"It seems the Black King is quite cautious."
Chen Mo stroked his chin.
"After the convoy set off, the route split into three, and the drivers were unaware of each other's destinations. Finally, an unregistered aircraft picked up the experimenters."
Upon hearing this, another Mutants revealed a cold smile.
He seemed to be saying, "You can't possibly find it."
Chen Mo glanced at him.
"Why are you laughing?"
The other person's smile froze.
"I just feel that since you have no clue where to go, even if we kill you, we won't be able to find him."
"Who said I didn't?"
Chen Mo raised his hand, and several documents fell onto the table from the red mist.
Those were all the records about the convoy's dispatch from the officer's memories that he had just devoured.
The Mutants's expression changed.
Chen Mo took out another map from his pocket, unfolded it, and pointed to the north with his finger.
" Black King thought he had broken the route into three parts, unknown to the driver, the researchers, and the military. But he forgot that the people who arranged the fuel also needed to know a part of it."
"Then find ports that are common to all three records, and finally eliminate places that cannot accommodate large aircraft."
Chen Mo tapped the map.
"Isn't the answer obvious?"
The Mutants opened his mouth.
He suddenly realized that Xiao might not have hidden himself as well as he had imagined this time.
Chen Mo put away the documents and was about to leave when he suddenly stopped.
"Oh, right."
He turned to look at the group of Mutants.
" The Arctic is quite cold. Does anyone know if Xiao installed heating in the lab?"
No one answered.
Chen Mo thought about it seriously for a moment.
"Forget it, it's fine if he didn't install it. We can just arrest him and put him in charge of the heating."
Dark red smoke rose from the center of the conference room.
One of the Mutants finally couldn't help but ask, "What exactly do you want?"
Chen Mo stepped into the smoke and smiled at him.
"Go to the Black King's ascension ceremony."
The red mist swirled slowly.
"And while I'm at it, let's see if this god among men is even worthy of being my dinner."
The smoke cleared.
Chen Mo's figure disappeared into the underground bunker.
Several Mutants heads fell to the ground simultaneously, their eyes still filled with astonishment at the man's arrogance.
Somewhere in the Arctic.
Inside a mobile experimental base covered in ice and snow, Sebastian Shaw stood in front of a massive metal culture chamber.
Inside the cabin, a deep red liquid swirls slowly.
A heart floats in the center of the liquid, its surface covered with golden patterns.
Xiao opened his arms wide, a blissful smile on his face.
"Soon."
I will become the only god in this world.
The next second, the alarm lights outside the culture chamber suddenly turned on.
A researcher rushed in in a panic.
"Sir, we've lost contact with Berlin!"
Xiao's smile slowly faded.
"Lost contact?"
"There was no response from the Prime Minister's office bunker, and all communications were cut off."
The researcher swallowed hard. "There's one more thing. We just detected spatial energy fluctuations, the source of which is unknown."
Xiao remained silent for a few seconds.
Then, he looked at the beating heart inside the culture chamber.
"Impossible."
He said in a low voice.
"Only a very few people know this location. I've broken the route into three parts, and even the person in charge of transportation doesn't know the final destination."
The researcher remained silent.
A strange voice suddenly rang out in the laboratory.
"Then you've missed one person."
Dark red smoke slowly dissipated in front of the incubation chamber.
Chen Mo stepped out and tapped on the transparent bulkhead.
"You yourself."
Xiao's face instantly turned ugly.
Chen Mo looked down at the map in his hand and said with a smile, "The location is good, and the plan is quite complete. It's just that the secrecy is a bit lacking; even I, as a guest, know where to enter."
Xiao stared at him, slowly clenching his fist.
What exactly are you?
That's a good question.
Chen Mo looked at the deep red liquid in the culture chamber.
"However, before answering, I'd like to confirm one thing."
He licked his lips.
"You, a god among men, must taste a bit better than an ordinary cyborg, right?"