I watched with interest as my clones interrogated the captured man. He was a Circle Scientist, a member of a prestigious and secretive organization of scientists. I could hardly contain my excitement as I realized the potential discoveries that this man might possess.

  "Administer the truth serum," I instructed my clones. They quickly complied, and soon the scientist was spilling out his secrets. I listened intently as he revealed 50 new discoveries, each one more incredible than the last.

  But one discovery in particular caught my attention - the Bright Sun, a substance that could release light so strong it could blind people. I realized that this was the same substance that the masked man had used earlier.

  I instructed my clones to let the scientist live, but to use a "memory loss" substance on him, erasing his memories of the encounter. As they made their way through the scrapyard, they plundered the place, using SUVs to transport the goods.

  When they arrived at Castle Division, Matilda made an inventory of the goods, and I couldn't believe my eyes as I saw the total - $26,000,000.00. The goods were stored in a vault that my clones had built.

  I decided to strengthen my mansion, and I instructed my clones to spend $50 million over the next week, buying guns, cars, helicopters, drones, chemicals, and slaves. I wanted to be prepared for any situation that might arise, and I was willing to spare no expense.

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  As my clones set out on their mission, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement.

  Over the next week, my clones worked tirelessly to acquire the resources I had requested. They spent $50 million on a vast array of goods, and I was eager to see what they had purchased...

  ..........

  As I walked into the vault, I was greeted by rows upon rows of crates and boxes, each one filled with a different type of equipment or supply. Matilda stood beside me, a tablet in her hand.

  "Let's start with the guns," she said, tapping on the tablet. The crates behind her slid open, revealing an arsenal of firearms. "We've got everything from pistols to sniper rifles, all top-of-the-line."

  I nodded, impressed. "What about the cars?"

  Matilda smiled. "We've got a collection of luxury vehicles, including a Lamborghini, a Ferrari, and a Bentley." She gestured to a row of cars parked behind her.

  I whistled, admiring the sleek designs. "And the helicopters?"

  "We've got three of them," Matilda replied. "Two for transportation and one for combat."

  I nodded, making a mental note to take one of the helicopters for a spin. "What about the drones?"

  Matilda tapped on the tablet again, and a swarm of drones flew out of a nearby crate. "We've got a dozen of them, equipped with cameras, sensors, and explosives."

  I grinned, imagining the possibilities. "And the chemicals?"

  Matilda led me to a separate section of the vault, where rows of shelves were lined with jars and containers filled with various chemicals. "We've got everything from basic laboratory supplies to more... exotic compounds."

  I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "And the slaves?"

  Matilda's expression turned somber. "We've acquired 20 individuals, all with unique skill sets. They're being held in a separate facility, awaiting your instructions."