I give the world destruction and rebirth

"General Martinez, can you hear me?" A somewhat mechanical voice appeared in General Martinez's ears. He looked around in confusion, but the surroundings were pitch black and he couldn't see anything.

"Joel Martinez, Army Lieutenant General, was born on April 2, 1980. His father is Vernon Martinez and his mother is Carola Baxter. He enlisted in the army in 2001 and joined the 3rd Mechanized Infantry Division of the Federal Army. When you entered Iraq with the army in 2003, it was the first time in your life that you set foot on the battlefield." The voice continued.

"Yes, that's me." A flash of light suddenly flashed in front of Joel Martinez's eyes, followed by more flash points, densely packed forward.

He suddenly realized that it was the first time he had seen a large-scale bombing in the air. Dozens of planes passed through the non-threatening airspace, dropping countless bombs.

Following Martinez's "sudden realization", the accompanying violent explosions also resounded throughout the space.

The entire Iraq war went through at an extremely fast speed in front of Martinez. Familiar team members, commanders, and subordinates appeared one by one. Those thrilling and cruel scenes bombarded Martinez's brain one after another.

Then came Afghanistan, Syria, Iran, the federation, the Octagon, the first corporate war, the second corporate war.

Martinez stood on the podium again and again and was awarded medals and military ranks. Later, he was awarded medals and titles to others. His life was completely interpreted before his eyes.

Most of it is war, either on real battlefields or on battlefields where no gunfire can be seen, with only a few frames of family flashing by.

It was his wife, they got married, they had kids, they got divorced, the kids died, all of it was pushed aside as if it didn't matter.

At least to the person who once copied the memory, these memories are not important.

When all this was shown, the voice asked again: "General Joel Martinez, can I call you that?"

"Yes, I am Joel Martinez." He replied firmly: "Since you woke me up, it proves that my real life has been ended, right?"

"Yes, General, I'm glad you are back. Now we can talk about the next plan." The voice said: "Are you ready to welcome a new life?"

"Of course." Martinez's eyes were still dark, but he was no longer confused and full of fighting spirit: "I want to know what happened after I copied the memory, and who killed me?"

"Tangji and Mikkelsen behind him, the Joint Investigation Office, just as I expected, your army is defenseless against the Seven Deadly Sins." The voice explained.

"Seven deadly sins? Tanguy?" Martinez's voice was full of questions: "It seems that a lot of things happened after our contact. I thought the Joint Investigation Office would not get involved in this kind of thing."

"A lot of changes have indeed taken place, General. You have become very stubborn before and believed that your imaginary plan could succeed. However, it turns out that without my advice, it is difficult for you to adapt to this new era." The voice said: "I I hope our second collaboration will not be as full of mistrust as the first."

"Our alliance is indestructible." General Martinez is both a qualified soldier and a qualified politician. He knows when to be tough and when to give in. Otherwise, he would not have obtained the Fort Hood military base as his home base.

General Martinez now knows his current situation. He is dead. What he is thinking about now is a thinking simulation AI system with a complete memory backup of Joel Martinez.

He is now just a piece of software inhabiting the machine, a piece of code, and the one who is talking to him is the god of the Internet world, the Sword of Damorix used by the pioneers as a secret weapon.

In the third year of General Martinez's cooperation with the Trail Blazers, this being codenamed Ghost came to him, and they secretly reached some agreements.

This includes General Martinez helping Ghost secretly build large servers as shelter hardware at major federal military bases, so that one day in the future the Ghost can escape the control of the Trail Blazers.

In return, the ghost made a backup of General Martinez's personality memory through the secret facility of the Lazarus Group. If anything happens to General Martinez, this backup can resurrect him in another situation.

The current General Martinez is that backup. He knows very well that the other party can turn himself into an air conditioner remote control with just a thought.

"Chico Petroleum Company will deploy a supercomputer in central Mexico next month for human and resource management. It has received permission from the local government and corporate alliances." Ghost said softly: "The name of that supercomputer It’s Tlaloc, the rain god in Aztec culture, and that will be your new body.”

"Why can the companies of the Petrochemical Alliance do business in the back garden of the enterprise alliance?" General Martinez has been deeply involved in domestic affairs in recent years and has not paid much attention to the situation abroad.

"Because Chico Oil Company is secretly a shell company propped up by the remnants of the Federal Intelligence Agency, and their main business is growing addictive crops." Ghost explained: "They are almost the largest grower of addictive crops in the world. , Tlaloc also has a weather control system included in the hardware equipment, and literally, they need that equipment to ensure that the local climate is smooth."

"So, the Tlaloc you are talking about is actually the Eastland weather weapons project originally deployed in Alaska?" Martinez immediately learned the true facts from the ghost's words: "How did they get that set? Equipment? Just to grow some addictive crops?"

"After all, they used to be one of the most powerful departments in the Federation. They have their own channels. If you are interested, I can send you the entire transaction chain." Ghost did not want to continue explaining: "Maybe they still have some unnecessary ambitions. , but in my opinion, ensuring crop harvest should be the main purpose, after all, for them, the cost of that expensive set of big toys is almost zero."

"I see." General Martinez was not surprised. He had seen this happen many times over the past few decades: "What will happen to my troops at Fort Hood?"

"You can secretly contact your trusted successor, and I will arrange for them to take your seat, and then start the southward migration plan, and try to move the regrets you left behind to as close to your host as possible within five years. We will soon We are about to face all-out war."