Empire Building With Infinite Warehouse-Chapter 109: A Perfect Copy

The night finally rolled in, casting long shadows over the commercial sector of Camp Five.

Most of the merchants had already closed their stalls and retreated to their canvas tents for the evening to count their daily earnings.

Maya slipped through the narrow alleyways behind the main dirt road, making sure no military patrols were walking by before she carefully ducked under the flap of Julien’s back tent.

She stepped inside the space and immediately noticed him standing completely still in the far corner.

He was just staring blankly at the canvas wall, his shoulders totally relaxed and his hands resting casually at his sides like he was stuck in a trance.

"What are you doing over there?" Maya asked quietly, dropping her dark hood back to look around the messy supply room.

The figure said not a word. It did not even turn its head to acknowledge her presence or answer the simple question.

"Julien, seriously, what happened?" Maya asked again, her voice getting a little sharper as she took a slow step forward and rested her hand on the hilt of her hidden dagger just in case something was wrong.

Before she could get any closer to the unresponsive guy, the main tent flap shifted again, and a voice called out right from behind her.

"Ah, Maya, you are here," Julien said cheerfully, walking into the room while balancing two cheap bowls of warm market stew in his hands.

Maya spun around fast, her eyes going completely wide as she looked at Julien standing by the entrance, and then looked back at the same Julien still standing silently in the dark corner.

"The hell?" Maya whispered, looking back and forth between the two identical guys in pure shock.

Julien laughed quietly and set the warm bowls down on a wooden supply crate.

He walked over to the silent figure in the corner and literally waved his hand right in front of its blank face.

The clone did not even blink or try to swat his hand away.

"I will explain everything," Julien said, sitting down and gesturing for her to take a seat on the opposite crate.

"I just bought a new skill called Blood Doppelganger. It lets me make a perfect physical copy of anyone as long as I have a fresh drop of their blood. I used my own blood earlier to test the stability limit, and this guy has just been standing here for the last hour without melting or causing any problems."

Maya just stared at the clone for a long time before slowly shaking her head and sitting down. She knew system skills were weird, but creating a literal human copy from a drop of blood was definitely on a whole different level of crazy magic.

"So here is the actual plan for the prison break," Julien continued, leaning forward and lowering his voice so nobody outside could hear them plotting.

"We obviously cannot use a clone of Kyle to smash the front gates because they will just shoot him down in five seconds with those machine guns. And getting Commander Lena’s blood is completely impossible since she never leaves that guarded bunker."

"So who are we aiming for?" Maya asked, crossing her arms and getting right down to business.

"We need the blonde secretary," Julien explained smoothly.

"She is the head assistant for the research facility, and she has direct clearance to walk right into Camp Three. If we make a clone of her, she can literally just walk past the elite guards and open the back doors for us from the inside without raising any alarms at all. But it lies completely with you to get her blood because I cannot get anywhere near her without looking extremely suspicious."

Maya nodded her head, already running through a massive list of stealth tactics in her mind to figure out exactly how to scratch a high-ranking official in broad daylight.

"I can definitely try that," Maya confirmed softly. "I will track her patrol route tomorrow morning."

Julien relaxed a little bit, knowing that part of the mission was in good hands.

He took a quick bite of his stew before bringing up the main reason they were rushing this entire operation.

"So what did Lena actually plan to do with Aiden?" Julien asked, looking right at her across the small space.

Maya sighed heavily and rubbed her tired eyes.

"You might have guessed it already, but it is to use him as a scapegoat to see what happens in the portal. She wants to throw him into the Green Gate and measure the spatial pressure before she risks sending her own elite soldiers through the tunnel."

Julien felt a heavy knot twist in his stomach.

’That is a guaranteed death sentence for a normal person,’ he thought to himself, setting his spoon down.

"Did you find out his skill by any chance?" Julien asked, trying to figure out how the guy was even surviving in the military camp right now.

Maya nodded her head slowly.

"Rapid Regeneration. He is basically immortal as long as his core is still intact, his body just forces itself to heal from almost any fatal wound."

Julien paused, his mind flashing back to the horrific scene in the research lab two days ago, where the crazy doctor just casually chopped a kid’s arm off to test a failed potion.

Then he thought about the bruises and terrible scars covering Aiden’s face when the guards dragged him past the market.

"Oh, that explains the scars," Julien muttered, feeling a sudden wave of pure disgust hit his chest.

"That crazy doctor and Lena must have cut him up all the time and used his immortal body for their weird alchemy research. They probably harvested his blood to make those failed mutation potions."

It made horrible sense.

They kept Aiden locked up because his unique system skill made him the perfect, reusable test subject for a military cult trying to build a monster army.

"We do not want to stall anymore," Julien said firmly, completely losing his appetite thinking about what Alice’s brother was going through in that bunker.

"Let us get the plan going tomorrow. Get the blood, and we break him out."

The next day started early with a fog covering the ruined city.

Maya slipped out of the sector long before the sun even came up. She wrapped herself in a scavenger cloak to blend in with the desperate crowds and followed the main dirt path right toward the research facility.

She waited patiently in the shadows for three long hours until the doors finally opened. The blonde woman stepped out into the morning light, wearing her shockingly clean professional accountant dress and clutching her digital pad tightly to her chest.

Maya followed closely behind her.

She kept her footsteps completely silent and matched the pace of the surrounding soldiers to avoid standing out.

The blonde secretary walked a very specific route, heading straight from the bloody laboratories right toward the garage in Camp Three to report to the Commander.

As they approached a crowded checkpoint near the restricted zone border, a group of tired soldiers bumped into a supply cart, causing a loud crash and a sudden bottleneck of foot traffic.

This was her perfect chance.

Maya slipped through the confused crowd like an absolute ghost.

She bumped "accidentally" right into the blonde woman’s shoulder, acting like the moving soldiers just shoved her. In that split second of contact, Maya flicked her wrist and ran the tip of a tiny, hidden knife right across the back of the woman’s pale hand.

"Watch where you are stepping," the blonde woman said in annoyance, pulling her hand back and checking her dress for dirt before continuing her fast walk toward the bunker.

She did not even notice the tiny, paper-thin scratch stinging on her skin.

Maya immediately disappeared back into the thick crowd, holding her breath until she was completely clear of the checkpoint guards.

She made it back to Julien’s wooden stall just as the midday market rush was starting to calm down.

Kyle was busy arguing with a customer over the price of a sword, so Maya slipped right past them and ducked straight into the back canvas tent.

Julien was pacing back and forth across the dirt floor, looking extremely stressed out.

Maya pulled the small knife from her pocket and held it out for him to see.

A single drop of fresh red blood was resting perfectly on the steel edge.

Julien stopped pacing and let out a massive sigh of relief.

He reached out and carefully took the knife from her hands, his eyes completely focused on the tiny red drop that was going to save their lives.

"Let’s do this," Julien said, a confident smile spreading across his face.