Empire Building With Infinite Warehouse-Chapter 110: The Remote Control

Julien held the knife over the dirt floor of the tent and let the single drop of blood fall from the edge.

He started whispering the complicated ninja incantation right away while performing the required hand signs.

The small red puddle immediately stopped soaking into the dirt and bubbled upward, expanding rapidly until it formed the perfect physical replica of the blonde secretary.

She was wearing the same clean professional accountant dress and the same glasses she had on earlier that morning.

Kyle crossed his massive arms and stared at the fake woman with a deeply suspicious look on his face.

"Okay, so tell her to go open the bunker door right now."

Julien cleared his throat and looked directly at the fresh clone.

"Hey, walk over to Camp Three and unlock the back maintenance door for us."

The blonde secretary did not move a single muscle.

She just stood there staring blankly at the canvas wall like a broken store mannequin.

"Is she deaf or something?" Maya asked, stepping closer and waving her hand right in front of the clone’s face.

Julien opened his mental system interface and quickly read through the fine print of the Blood Doppelganger scroll.

He rubbed his temples and let out a long, frustrated sigh.

"Well, there is a problem," Julien admitted to his team.

"She is basically just an empty shell right now. The skill description says I actually have to link my consciousness directly to the blood and pilot her remotely if I want her to do anything complicated."

"You mean you have to control her like a video game character?" Kyle grunted, sounding sceptical of the entire plan.

"Exactly like a video game," Julien nodded quickly.

"I have to close my eyes and manually walk her past the guards myself. If I just send her out there with a basic command, she will probably walk straight into a wall and get us all killed instantly."

"That is weird, but we do not have any other choice," Maya pointed out logically.

"Let us move to the border before the guard shift changes."

They waited until the market completely died down before slipping out the back of the canvas tent.

Maya led the way through the dark alleyways, making sure they avoided the military patrols doing their evening rounds.

They finally reached a narrow gap between two brick buildings right on the edge of the restricted Camp Three sector.

Julien sat down on a broken concrete block and leaned his head back against the cold brick wall.

"Alright, Kyle, do not let anyone sneak up and stab me while I am completely zoned out," Julien instructed firmly.

"Maya, get ready to move by the maintenance door and wait for the lock to flash green."

"Just do not trip and ruin her professional dress," Maya whispered back, already melting completely into the shadows to get into her starting position.

’This is going to be so weird,’ Julien thought to himself as he closed his eyes and officially activated the mental link to the blood clone.

His actual body went completely numb in an instant, and his vision suddenly snapped back on from a totally different angle.

He was looking at Kyle sitting in the alleyway, but he was seeing the giant mercenary through the glasses of the blonde secretary.

’How does the clone copy the glasses too?’

Julien tried to take a single step forward and immediately stumbled sideways.

Walking in high heels was a nightmare compared to his normal combat boots.

He spent two minutes just pacing back and forth in the alley to figure out the basic balance mechanics of his new temporary body.

"You walk exactly like a drunk person," Kyle observed dryly from his spot against the brick wall.

"Fix your terrible posture before you go out there and blow our cover."

Julien forced the clone to stand up perfectly straight and adjusted the glasses on his nose.

He took a deep breath using the fake lungs and finally walked out of the alleyway toward the heavily guarded bunker.

The walk toward the garage felt like the longest journey of his entire life.

He had to force every single muscle movement to look perfectly smooth and totally professional.

He kept his eyes focused straight ahead on the steel door located at the back of the building.

Two elite guards were standing right in front of the glowing keypad, holding their heavy assault rifles tightly across their chests. They looked incredibly bored, but their eyes were sharply scanning the dark perimeter for any signs of trouble.

’Act normal, just act like an annoyed middle manager,’ Julien thought, mentally coaching himself as he approached the bright security lights.

One of the tall guards stepped forward and held up an armoured hand.

"Evening, ma’am," the guard said in a serious tone.

"We did not expect anyone from the research lab to come down to the bunker this late."

Julien panicked internally but kept the clone’s face completely frozen in a highly annoyed expression.

He desperately remembered how the real secretary treated everyone at the busy checkpoint earlier that morning.

"The Commander requested a late inventory file update regarding the portal," Julien made the clone say out loud.

He was actually very surprised by how perfectly the voice matched the real woman, sounding completely flat and totally impatient.

"Are you going to keep me standing out here in the cold, or can I get back to my actual job inside?"

The guard blinked in obvious surprise and quickly took a step back to clear the path.

"Apologies, ma’am. Go right ahead," the guard replied, gesturing toward the keypad.

Julien walked the clone right up to the glowing panel.

He suddenly realised a flaw in his genius infiltration plan.

He did not actually know the six-digit security code for the back door.

’Come on, system, you dumped all that ancient ninja knowledge right into my head, so please give me something to work with here,’ Julien begged silently.

And then a really weird thing actually happened.

The lingering blood memory of the actual secretary kicked in automatically to save him.

Julien just relaxed his mental grip for a tiny fraction of a second, and the clone’s hand reached out completely on its own.

The fingers quickly tapped a complicated six-digit code into the keypad through pure, residual muscle memory.

A loud beep echoed loudly in the quiet night, and the heavy lock clicked open, turning the solid red light to a bright green.

"Have a good night, ma’am," the second guard muttered politely as the heavy steel door hissed open.

Julien did not even bother to respond to them.

He just pushed the clone inside the hallway and immediately reached out to grab the inside handle to hold the door wide open.

He watched Maya slip out from behind a stack of empty supply crates and dart through the opening like a silent shadow.

Julien quickly broke the mental connection completely.

His eyes snapped open back in his real body, sitting in the dirty alleyway as he gasped loudly for air.

"She is in," Julien whispered urgently, looking up at Kyle, who was already drawing his black sword from his back.

"Let us go right now before the door closes on us."