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With everyone's preparations complete, the operation began. On the day of the first major assault, Clark arrived at Tony's villa, where the basement had been completely transformed into a tactical command center.
Tony had originally planned to invite some U.S. military commanders to his home to play a real-time strategy game, and they were already there, but Clark's arrival made them feel a little redundant.
Clark had been inspired by Tony's Jarvis and, using Kryptonian technology and his own memories, had created over a dozen virtual personalities. Now, with these personalities by his side, he took over command from the military and mercenary leaders.
More than a dozen virtual personalities, along with Clark himself, began to command various forces on land and sea. This wasn't a game; it was real life.
In a game, one person can control all their units with just a mouse. In real war, commanders can't possibly direct every troop in real-time. But Clark and his virtual personalities did exactly that.
Every team seemed to hear Clark's voice, and with the help of Stark satellites, they attacked the Ten Rings as if they had X-ray vision. Of course, this wasn't just due to the satellites; Clark was secretly using his super vision to observe the battlefield, giving his commands an overwhelming advantage.
"Is this kid⊠really just a capitalist?" Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes was stunned, and so were the other military commanders who had served in actual combat.
The word "perfect" was the only one they could use to describe Clark's performance. The smallest unit Clark commanded was a platoon, and only a few elite troops received his direct orders as a squad.
To put it more simply, Clark and his virtual personalities were simultaneously commanding nearly 200 different battlefields without showing any signs of struggle. This wasn't just high-level strategic command; it was incredibly detailed and precise.
"So this guy treats his company like a battlefield?" Tony watched the scene, feeling a little speechless, but he understood. He had seen the same thing at Clark's workstation at Parker Industries.
"Something feels a little strange, though," Tony muttered, looking at Clark. His own commands seemed less efficient than those of the virtual personalities he brought.
That was to be expectedâthe virtual personalities were like Jarvis, capable of issuing countless orders in an instant. But even with that explanation, Clark's own command efficiency was still far too high. A new order was issued almost every second.
"Does he not need to think? Or has his mental capacity reached that level?" No one dared to interrupt Clark to ask.
Out in the desert and on the open water, the battle was completely one-sided. With Clark's commands, casualties were minimal. Apart from a few troops who refused to obey Clark's orders, there were no deaths.
At most, a few people were injured due to the chaos of the battlefield. Clark's goal was to maximize the survival of the mercenaries. The Ten Rings was a terrorist organization that aimed to overthrow governments and rule the world; they didn't deserve sympathy. His job was to ignore their lives and make sure the mercenaries under his command survived.
The first battle lasted several hours. In the end, the cargo ship the Ten Rings had converted into a warship was sunk, and their ground forces retreated. The first day of the operation was a success.
"Magnificent! Simply magnificent!" After the communication with the front line was cut off, the military commanders swarmed Clark with praise.
"I never expected the head of Parker Industries to be a military genius. We're so lucky to have a talent like him in the United States!" one of them exclaimed.
"Mr. Parker, you're not a mutant, are you?" asked another.
"So what if he is a mutant? They're all Americans, right?"
Clark had expected people to suspect he was a mutant, but he wasn't worried. At most, they would think his ability was a super-brain, and even that assumption was weak.
Human history had seen many geniuses. While he was exceptional, it was better not to stand out too much. Even if he were a mutant with a super-brain, it wouldn't arouse suspicion.
He couldn't control all the metal in the world, and he couldn't control people's minds. All he had was a slightly higher IQ. What was there to be afraid of?
The crowd gradually dispersed. They would all be back the next day. While Clark would leave his virtual personalities to assist, he wouldn't be here every day to give commands.
A human commander was necessary; no one would be brave enough to hand over a complex battlefield to a technological creation alone.
As the creator of Jarvis, Tony was well aware of the hidden threats of an AI. Artificial intelligence must be controlled by humans, or it will become a disaster for society.
Tony was the last to see Clark out. "By the way, are you really a mutant?" he asked. Now that they were alone, he couldn't hold back the question.
"If you think so, then I am." Clark didn't give a clear answer, but Tony understood. "Is it really not? Can a human brain actually be that advanced?"