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This matter is not to be mentioned to anyone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Patriot glanced at Elsa, raised a hand to stroke her head, then swept his gaze across the entire Information Department, his voice icy: “Or else, you’ll learn what the consequences are.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Y-yes... yes, I—I won’t tell anyone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elsa frantically swore again and again that she would tell no one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All other employees in the Information Department, under the Patriot’s suffocating gaze, nodded in silent agreement to this madman’s demand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the Patriot strode out of the Information Department, his eyes dark as he stared toward the CEO’s office: “No one controls me. No one... not even you, Medlin!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without informing anyone, the Patriot shot straight into the sky, dragging behind him a deafening sonic boom, vanishing into the clouds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seventy kilometers meant nothing to the Patriot—he could reach it in moments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gazing down from high above at the abandoned complex, the Patriot transformed into a falling star, his body crashing through the ceiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shockwave from the impact shattered the entire factory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid swirling dust, the Patriot—like a god descending—stepped over the ruins toward the depths: “You wanted to see me? I’m here. Where are you? Come out now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried using his X-ray vision, but many areas of the factory were lined with zinc alloy, blocking his sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a puppet riding a bicycle lurched into view from the corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello, John. I want to play a game with you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The familiar line sent the Patriot into a rage—his eyes flared with terrifying red light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, calm down, John.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The puppet’s lower lip moved back and forth, emitting a mechanical voice: “I wouldn’t recommend burning it with your heat vision. Otherwise, I can’t guarantee what’ll be in the next video.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The terrifying red glow in the Patriot’s eyes slowly faded—he forcibly suppressed his fury: “Who are you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m a merchant, John.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The puppet rode his bicycle right up to him: “I happen to know some secrets—about you, John, and about Waterson Corporation and Compound Five.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those blood-red eyes locked onto the Patriot, making him feel exposed—as if every secret had been laid bare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sometimes, knowing too much isn’t a good thing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Patriot shed all pretense, his gaze cruel and vicious: “If you dare speak, I swear... I’ll find you, tear off your limbs, and make you scream in agony until you die.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So scary. I’m just a puppet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The puppet shook its head as if genuinely frightened, then added: “What if the public learned you’re not a born hero, not blessed by God—but a monster created by Waterson using Compound Five? What would they do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How dare you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Patriot’s eyes flared red again, veins bulging across his face as he snarled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this got out, his approval ratings... he couldn’t even imagine it. Just thinking about it made the world feel like it was collapsing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed recognition. He thrived on adoration. Lose that, and he’d lose everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he couldn’t lose it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wow, so scary—it’s the Patriot’s signature move, heat vision!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The puppet pedaled backward a few steps, tilting its head: “How about a deal, John? One that benefits both of us?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What deal?” The Patriot’s red glow faded; his tone turned icy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was impulsive, but not stupid—he instantly realized this was the real goal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Simple. I need a permanent supply of Compound Five.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The puppet spoke bluntly: “In exchange, I’ll give you a secret you’ll find interesting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So your target is Compound Five.” The Patriot sneered, arrogant: “What secret could possibly interest me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t you want to know where your son is?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The puppet spoke casually: “Of course, you could search for him yourself—but will Waterson Corporation even tell you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What is “killing two birds with one stone”?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thank you, Rebecca. As a tool, you’ve never even met me—but you’re incredibly useful!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin understood the Patriot’s psychological flaws: a son tied by blood was enough to make him care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, even if the Patriot went to Waterson Corporation for answers, Alvin had a backup plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The information Alvin dropped left the Patriot stunned: “My... son?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When had he ever had a son?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had Waterson secretly cloned him using his own genes?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Unrelated to Waterson. Your son was born naturally, inherited your genes, and was born with the same abilities as you.” The puppet dropped another bombshell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, the Patriot was completely stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared wide-eyed, expression dazed, fixed on the puppet: “I... I have a son? And... he inherited my genes?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Correct. His name is ‘Ryan.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sensing the moment was right, the puppet delivered another bomb: “As a bonus, I’ll give you another piece of information: Waterson’s contingency plan to kill you the moment you go out of control.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could recover from the shock of having a son, the Patriot was reeling from this new blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, impossible!” The Patriot growled, furious: “I’m invincible. I do as I please. Waterson can’t kill me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the only response from the puppet was eerie silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The puppet’s eyes regarded him like a clown, emitting a chilling, mocking laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No explanation. Silence was the sharpest blade—easily slicing through the Patriot’s confidence, his expression darkening slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A weapon of immense power always has a way to control it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The puppet didn’t care about the Patriot’s mood, speaking calmly: “Nuclear bombs do. So do you. Why would you think Waterson has no way to control you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I accept your deal. It’s settled.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Patriot’s brow twitched, a vein bulging across his face: “Compound Five, right? How do I contact you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need. I’ll contact you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The puppet rode his bicycle into the shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait—where’s the Invisible Man?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Patriot suddenly remembered why he’d come, blurting out the question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, almost forgot~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The puppet stopped, letting out a strange laugh: “Sorry. That guy was too noisy. 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