Virginia, CIA Headquarters.
The CIA headquarters building was a place where politicians and senior officials worked, and it served as the communications hub of the entire Central Intelligence Agency.
The entire complex was under extreme security. Elite CIA agents and fully armed soldiers were stationed everywhere. It was no exaggeration to say that even a fly entering the building would be detected immediately.
For this reason, although the CIA headquarters stood under bright sunshine, no one ever dared to entertain reckless thoughts here.
But today was different.
Lancelot strolled toward the CIA headquarters, glanced at the security personnel with mild curiosity, and then walked straight into the building.
Bang.
The moment Lancelot stepped into the lobby, he was surrounded by hundreds of elite CIA tactical team members. Dozens of guns were aimed directly at him. Any slight movement, and they would fire without hesitation.
Yet even with countless gun barrels pointed at him, Lancelot remained calm, as if the weapons did not exist at all.
"Who are you? Why did you come in here?" asked a white man who was clearly the captain.
Paul, the captain of the CIA elite tactical unit, stared coldly at Lancelot. But the moment their eyes met, a chill ran down his spine.
Those were blood-red pupils—beautiful like rubies, mysterious and mesmerizing.
But absolutely not eyes a human should possess.
What the hell… is this thing?Captain Paul frowned, fear rising in his heart—the fear of an unknown existence.
"What does this Asian guy think he's doing? Does he think this is Chinatown, where he can come and go as he pleases?"
"What an idiot, breaking into CIA headquarters without authorization."
"Moron."
The staff in the lobby stopped what they were doing. Watching Lancelot, who had entered without permission, they all stared as if looking at a fool, pausing to observe the spectacle.
"Hands up," Captain Paul said coldly, frowning.
"Soldier, relax. Look into my eyes," Lancelot said expressionlessly, pointing calmly at his own eyes.
This gesture only made the soldiers even more nervous. Fully prepared for combat, they nevertheless found their gazes irresistibly drawn to Lancelot's eyes.
"Follow my command, soldier."
Captain Paul also looked into Lancelot's ruby-like eyes—and suddenly froze.
In a daze, he saw a winged red bird fly out from the young Asian man's eyes and into his own. In an unseen instant, the bird spread and covered his brain.
Paul snapped back to awareness. When he looked at Lancelot again, there was no hesitation, no doubt—only fanatic devotion.
No, not just Paul.
At that moment, the eyes of hundreds of soldiers present were filled with the same fanaticism.
"Please give your orders, sir."
The soldiers surrounding Lancelot dropped to one knee in unison, speaking with absolute reverence.
"Take control of the entire CIA building," Lancelot said, surveying the elite agents around him as he issued the Geass command.
"Yes, sir."
Once the order was given, the elite unit moved with terrifying efficiency.
One hundred and twenty soldiers split into four teams and rapidly advanced from the first-floor lobby using tactical formations.
One minute later, Paul's team cut off power to the entire building to prevent any information from leaking out. Gunfire echoed intermittently between floors as they pushed upward.
Twenty minutes later, only the top floor of the CIA headquarters remained unconquered.
After securing each floor, Paul's team disarmed the CIA agents and left personnel behind to control non-combat staff.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Top floor, CIA headquarters—Senator Humpherson's office.
At this moment, Senator Humpherson's face was pale with terror, cold sweat pouring down his forehead. Twenty minutes earlier, he had learned that the CIA's elite tactical unit had suddenly rebelled. He immediately ordered the building sealed off, cutting all external communications.
As the Director of the CIA, Humpherson realized in horror that he was trapped here—possibly to die here.
Only a handful of senior CIA officials were still with him, protected by just over twenty elite agents.
Relying on these agents, they barely managed to hold back the attackers outside the door. But Humpherson knew that sooner or later, they would be overwhelmed.
"Damn it, Paul! Have you lost your mind? Why are you rebelling?" Humpherson roared angrily toward the door.
"Mr. Humpherson, we have never rebelled," Paul Yelton replied from the hallway, fully armed as he coordinated his troops. "We are simply following our commander's orders."
"Mary Falk! Which bastard ordered you to seize CIA headquarters?" Humpherson shouted. He couldn't understand whose orders Paul was following.
"I am Senator Humpherson, the highest authority here! I order you to cease the attack immediately and surrender!"
"I'm very sorry, Senator," Paul said urgently but firmly. "You do not have the authority to command us. Only the commander does."
At that moment, a soldier kicked the door open.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The instant the door burst open, more than twenty agents inside opened fire. Bullets tore into the soldiers' bodies.
"For the Commander!"One bloodied soldier, eyes blazing with fiery red birds, roared madly as he returned fire, ignoring the pain.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
In a brief frenzy, he killed more than a dozen CIA agents before finally collapsing, his life fading away.
"Swear absolute loyalty to the Commander!"Paul Yelton led another elite squad inside. Seeing the fallen soldier, he saluted immediately and shouted the same fiery oath.
"We surrender! We surrender!"Seeing these utterly fanatical soldiers, Senator Humpherson raised his hands in terror, dropped to his knees, and covered his head.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
As Humpherson stared at the floor in fear, footsteps approached.
"Senator Humpherson? Director of the CIA?"Lancelot stopped in front of him, looking down with blood-red eyes—like a god gazing upon an ant—and mocked him softly.
"Kid, look up," Lancelot said coldly.
Trembling, Humpherson raised his head and immediately met those ruby-red eyes. A crimson bird flew straight out from them.
"Obey my commands until your death," Lancelot said without room for refusal, issuing an absolute order.
"Obey."
Driven by the command, Humpherson's trembling gaze turned manic. As he looked at Lancelot, it felt as though he were staring at the President himself.
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