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Boom!

Landing.

Blade flashes, heads fall!

Puff!

Lake’s dual blades, shimmering with pitch-black light, sliced through a Winter Soldier without the slightest resistance, severing a perfectly good head.

Hum!

The dual blades hummed incessantly.

In Lake’s eyes, once the brilliant blue of the deep sea, the Force Seed in his consciousness was now constantly birthing darkness, forming heavy storm clouds over that deep sea.

Rumble!

Within his eyes, muffled thunder rumbled, and dark clouds gathered, resembling a scene of impending doom.

Three minutes later.

Lake stood shirtless amidst a field of headless corpses, his muscular physique heaving slightly as he breathed. The dark clouds in his eyes gradually dissipated.

Whoosh!

Another group of Winter Soldiers rushed out from the Presidential Palace.

Could this creatively unhinged Daniel Whitehall have built a fully automated cloning factory beneath this mansion that continuously produced Winter Soldiers?

"Kill them."

Lake thought, issuing the command to his eleven clones, whose clothes were already tattered. He put away his dual blades and took his white shirt, tie, and jacket from three of his clones.

Just now, during close-quarters combat, Lake had been worried about getting the suit specially tailored for him by Emilia dirty, so he’d taken a moment to let his clones, who had become mere spectators, hold onto them.

Clang clang!

The eleven clones immediately engaged the Winter Soldiers in a fierce battle at the mansion’s entrance.

Lake leisurely put on his shirt, tied his tie, adjusted his collar, put on his suit jacket, buttoned it up, and straightened his cuffs.

At the mansion’s entrance.

The battle was almost over.

Without the boost of the Force, the clones might not have been a match for the Winter Soldiers, who fought purely on instinct and were equipped with subdermal titanium bulletproof vests.

But now?

Even if you doubled the number of these Winter Soldiers, they still wouldn’t be a match for a Dark Jedi Knight.

Hum!

The tracker’s screen popped up.

Heh.

"Finally can’t hold on anymore?"

Lake’s lips curved upwards as he looked at the tracker, where a bright red dot was clearly visible. However, the green dot was now moving away from the red dot.

MMP.

To be able to use cloning technology with such mastery, Lake swore that Daniel Whitehall would be second to none in the known universe, or even in the infinite multiverse, if he dared to claim the title.

But…

"You run, go ahead and run. I want to see where you can escape to."

Boom!

Two clones attacked in unison, and after dispatching the last Winter Soldier, they breached the mansion’s main door.

Rat-a-tat-tat!

Various automatic weapons inside the mansion, directly facing the entrance, immediately activated. A dense hail of bullets erupted from within the mansion, appearing like countless streaks of fire shooting out into the dark night.

One minute later.

The automatic weapons inside the mansion seemed to have exhausted their ammunition and ceased firing.

"That’s it?"

Lake chuckled, letting his eleven clones, who were leaning against the mansion entrance, enter first. He, meanwhile, followed closely behind, keeping an eye on the blue dot that was fleeing in a straight line.

Without a doubt.

There must be an express escape train beneath this mansion.

"Bang!"

"Don’t kill…"

"Bang!"

Lake expressionlessly walked into the office on the third floor of the mansion. He glanced at Daniel Whitehall, whose hands were hanging by his sides and whose head had been blown apart, and ordered his eleven clones, "Search!"

The reason he didn’t immediately pursue Daniel Whitehall’s true body was right here.

He activated Horde Slayer mode. Having finally made his way into the mansion, which Daniel Whitehall had previously considered impregnable, how could he leave empty-handed?

This place must surely hold Daniel Whitehall’s vast fortune.

Lake had a premonition. It seemed that the moment the Force Seed in his sea of consciousness took root, the cheat system’s top-up and lottery mode would change.

Soon.

A treasure chest was discovered behind a bookshelf in the office.

Clang!

Good heavens.

Lake looked at the treasure chest filled to the brim with gold bars, his brow twitching.

With a thought.

All the gold bars in the treasure chest were collected into the Mysterious Space.

After a while.

Lake swept through all three floors of the mansion. Cash was directly topped up, and gold bars were directly stored in the Mysterious Space. By the time Lake reached the underground level of the mansion, which had been blown open, he had no choice but to spend one million US dollars to expand his space. Otherwise, the gold bars from just the three above-ground floors wouldn’t have fit.

But…

That was all there was.

Using the Force, Lake blasted open the underground vault, as iconic as the Federal Reserve’s vault. Revealed was a deactivated, massive Clone Base, sealed to prevent the spread of poison gas.

Hum!

Lake used the Force to create a barrier around himself. He looked at this vast cloning center, not much smaller than the Texas Clone Base. Many cloning pods were open, but more were half-formed or embryonic, all appearing dead.

Bucky Barnes.

Lake looked up.

If Daniel Whitehall didn’t die this time, even God wouldn’t allow it.

After a moment.

A tunnel beneath the Clone Base appeared in Lake’s sight. Glancing at the location of the blue dot, Lake chuckled. Ignoring the train car that was still there, he directly jumped into the tunnel. With a boom, he broke through the air, speeding along the constructed tunnel directly towards Daniel Whitehall’s location.

Rumble, rumble, rumble!

At this moment, several armed helicopters and fighter jets appeared above San Lorenzo. After the armed helicopters flew over the mansion, they faithfully transmitted the image of the mansion, which had almost become a ruin and a brutal battlefield, to the person behind them.

Just then.

Daniel Whitehall, who had arrived at the secret base at the port and disembarked from the train, his face grim, took out a remote control from his pocket and pressed it fiercely.

The next second.

Boom!

The first bomb in the mansion to receive the signal was instantly detonated.

Then.

The second.

The third.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Explosions erupted continuously from beneath the mansion, like the earth turning over, overturning the ground and tearing open a huge gash.

Thump, thump, thump!

"Shit!"

"God!"

"Christ Jesus!"

"What the f…!"

At the S.H.I.E.L.D. Operations Center, watching the scene transmitted back by the Kwon Fighter Jet, a subterranean tremor was moving through the land like a dragon, rumbling and exploding westward along the direction of the mansion.

The path the earth dragon took was torn apart, and the trees planted on it were lifted into the air as if taking flight before sinking deeply.

As for the buildings, there was no need to even mention them.

"What the f…?"

"An earthquake?"

"No, Sir!"

A technical agent quickly analyzed the seismic readings. Then, blinking, he said somewhat incredulously to Nick Fury and Alexander Pierce, "This is more like a continuous detonation of explosives."

"What?"

Nick Fury’s single eye was filled with shock. "Where’s the lip-reading expert?"

"Coming right up."

The words fell.

A lip-reading expert, who had just completed a non-disclosure agreement, was sent to the operations center.

Nick Fury directly signaled for the footage to be played and then looked at the lip-reading expert, "What did they say?"

The lip-reading expert was a bit stunned.

Nick Fury frowned.

The lip-reading expert’s lips moved, and then, coming back to his senses, he looked at Nick Fury, "Daniel Whitehall."

"What?"

This time, it wasn’t just Nick Fury. Alexander Pierce, and in the operations center, Phil Coulson, Maria Hill, and Natasha Romanov all turned their heads.

After all, when they thought about the suffering they endured at the military base in Texas, and their respective clones, which they still didn’t know how to deal with, there was no doubt that S.H.I.E.L.D.’s hatred for the mastermind behind all of this, Daniel Whitehall, who had once again risen from the dead as the leader of Hydra, was beyond description.

Nick Fury looked at the lip-reading expert, "Are you sure?"

Seeing his professionalism questioned, the lip-reading expert’s expression turned a little unpleasant, "Yes, I’m sure."

Nick Fury and Alexander Pierce exchanged a glance.

After completing his task, the lip-reading expert was sent away.

At this moment, Lake felt like he had rocket engines attached to his back. Boom, boom, boom, the massive fireball formed by the violent explosions closely pursued Lake, who was just ahead.

Soon.

Lake saw the end of the tunnel.

But it was blocked by the train.

Clang, clang, clang!

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Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Lake drilled directly into the left side of the tunnel, reappearing. With a surge of strength, he looked at the luxury cruise ship that was rapidly accelerating away. With a boom, at the end of the port terminal, he bent his right knee.

The next second.

Lake flew straight into the sky!

Boom!

A violent fireball erupted from the port channel like an explosion, blasting out of the tunnel. It flashed away, illuminating the sky for a second before plunging back into darkness.

"What the!"

Daniel Whitehall, who was on the cruise ship admiring his masterpiece, stared at the figure that rose into the sky amidst the explosion and was approaching them, and couldn’t help but exclaim again.

"Open fire!"

This time, there was a tremor in Daniel Whitehall’s voice.

The eight Winter Soldiers on the cruise ship instantly aimed at Lake in the air and opened fire in unison.

Swish!

Eleven Clones!

Lake, in the air, directly summoned his eleven clones.

Adrenaline.

Buzz!

The eleven clones instantly drew their guns and engaged in a shootout with the enemies on the cruise ship.

Rumble!

Lake landed on the cruise ship in an instant.

The next second!

Boom!

The sound of a sonic boom!

In an instant.

He appeared directly behind Daniel Whitehall, who was just about to run into the cruise ship.

Boom!

Clang!

Lake’s fist, wrapped in the power of darkness, directly blasted another Winter Soldier who had attacked him off the deck.

Plop!

The Winter Soldier instantly fell into the water.

"Good evening!"

"Daniel Whitehall"

"…"