Summit Farmer

Biochemical Commander Timothy Lister sat in the command room, a seductive female soldier diligently pleasuring him under his office desk.

He enjoyed the service of the beautiful woman while looking over the numerous documents on the table.

Raising his head, Timothy Lister glanced at the female soldier standing in front of the table with an unsteady aura and said, "Is this the news from the United States?"

"Report! General, our people can’t enter Area 51 at all. There’s a formation there that would detect any intrusion, and several teams of soldiers have already died due to it."

Timothy Lister snorted, "It seems that they have made some gains from the moon, but they are still far behind us."

"Yes, General, we’ve already cultivated five hundred biochemical soldiers, and such an army can play a decisive role in any battlefield."

With a smile at the corner of his lips, Timothy Lister said, "The United States should also be developing a biochemical army, but alas, they don’t have our methods."

Then, Timothy Lister laughed loudly, "What is the United States? What is the Arctic Nation? The entire Earth will be ruled by me, Timothy Lister! I have the final say here!"

"General, you..." The female soldier hesitantly said.

Snorting, Timothy Lister responded, "From now on, I have the final say here. What? You dare not listen to me?"

At this moment, the female soldier didn’t know what to say. This base originally belonged to the nation, and the army was national as well. However, now Timothy Lister wanted to turn this place into his own territory, causing the female soldier to feel a dreadful sensation.