BIOLOGICAL SUPERCOMPUTER SYSTEM-Chapter 833 To Nokisi Point (1)

The tension in the room was very high as a man addressed General Volkov, the iron-fisted dictator whose steely gaze bore down on him with unyielding intensity.

Swallowing hard, the man cleared his throat before delivering the grim news.

"General Volkov, sir," he said, his voice tinged with a mixture of fear and urgency. "We've lost contact with Team Alpha. They've encountered significant resistance from the rebel forces."

"Damages?" Volkov asked.

"It appears the rebels were targeting camps A and B, and they also ransacked a weapon deposit, sir. We also have lost contact with several teams."

A heavy silence descended upon the room as General Volkov absorbed the gravity of the situation. 𝚏𝚛ee𝐰𝗲𝚋n𝐨𝘃𝗲l.𝐜𝐨m

His jaw clenched with barely contained fury, his eyes narrowing into icy slits as he processed the implications of the loss.

"Explain." To the man, Volkov's voice was like a low growl that reverberated through the room.

The man hesitated for a moment before continuing, choosing his words carefully to avoid being killed on the spot.

"It seems the rebels carried out a well-coordinated assault, specifically targeting Camps A and B," he said.

"Their had been surgical. They exploited our vulnerabilities and caught off guards. We still don't know how they were able to do that. It is likely an insider's job."

The mention of the rebels' success elicited a collective murmur of concern among the assembled officers.

General Volkov's brow furrowed in contemplation, leaned forward in his seat, his gaze piercing.

His troops, seasoned and battle-hardened, grappled with the realization that the rebels had outmaneuvered them—a fact that challenged their perception of the enemy's capabilities.

The prevailing sentiment among Volkov's troops was one of grudging respect mixed with a simmering sense of frustration.

To lose two soldier camps represented a significant blow to his regime—a blow that threatened to undermine his authority and destabilize the balance of power that he had worked so tirelessly to maintain.

He didn't want to ask for the Blackguards' help again. That would put him in a bad spot.

"We must respond swiftly and decisively," Volkov said. "Gather all available units and mobilize them immediately. We will crush these rebels and show them what pain really is."

As Volkov's authoritative decree echoed through the room, a sense of fear gripped those who listened.

They knew that failing to meet the man's expectations was going to put them in danger.

Though hesitant to unleash further violence, they dared not defy their leader's command.

Eyes cast downward, a mixture of apprehension and resignation shadowed their expressions as they reluctantly accepted their orders.

With heavy hearts, they resolved to carry out Volkov's will, knowing that disobedience would only invite his wrath.

Then Volkov's men filed out, their footsteps echoing the weight of their burden as they prepared to execute their leader's ruthless bidding.

***

"Are you sure you are going to be fine without me?" Erik asked.

"Yes. You already did a lot. Thanks to you, we also secured weapons and vehicles. They aren't that useful against Thaids, but against people they could still serve their purpose," Major Fischer said.

After Erik did free the prisoners loyal to Becker, things progressed swiftly.

In just a month, they called people from all corners of the nation and started a resistance.

While there were less than a thousand people at the beginning, now there were many times more.

"Your strategies were very smart. I can't still understand how you came up with them."

"It wasn't hard," Erik said. "The real problem was to get the right intel. If we attacked the wrong places, we would be the dead ones."

Of course, Erik was including himself, but he feared nothing.

"What are you going to do now?" Captain Lain asked.

"I'm heading to Nokisi point. Shade is still out there, plotting something and kidnapping people. I can't leave him be."

"I still can't believe he is real. I always thought it was just a legend," Fischer said.

"Yeah, many thought he was. Luckily, Howell knew him."

"How are you going to find him?" Captain Lain asked.

Erik's mind raced as he considered their options, knowing that Shade operated in shadows too deep to penetrate easily.

With a heavy sigh, Erik met Lain's gaze.

"We'll have to rely on our own instincts and resources," he said.

"We can start by scouring the streets, gathering whispers and rumors from the gutters. Shade may be elusive, but he must leave traces—subtle patterns only those who knows about his existence can detect. But before trying that, I will seek the help of a friend."

Of course, Erik also wanted to make more clones and use the system.

Just as they pondered their next move, Erik's phone jolted to life with an insistent ring.

Its screen illuminated his features with a soft, ghostly glow. Noah's name blinked on the display.

"Noah?"

"Master."

"Is everything ok? Why did you call me?"

"Yes. Sorry to disturb you, Master. I have news."

Erik knew what that meant. Noah had news about his father, but it could be something else.

Noah was planning the rescue operation, and was amassing men and women, weapons and vehicles to reach this goal.

Jabir and the others started mass producing brain crystal rifles and creating stimulating serums and vehicles after Erik left Liberty Watch's village.

Of course, that was thanks to the models Erik brought back from Caelora city.

Noah was preparing to bring war to Frant, and to Fasard, but that also required to move men and women there.

Most of the workforce was going to be made by Erik's clones anyway, but that didn't mean no one wanted to help him.

"What?"

"Half our troops are in Fasard. As of now, we are in the process of establishing safe places and setting up our spy net. We also got the building's layout, guards shifts and the likes. We are almost ready."

Erik grinned, but was interrupted by Noah. "It is almost time for our attack."

Erik paused for a second. There wasn't anything that came to mind. He wanted to go there, to save his fathers with his hands. But now he could only trust his comrades. He had other things to do.

"Thanks, Noah. Please, save him."