To get rid of Mi Guangsheng, it is not to kill him. Su Cheng does not have such ability yet.

Exiling him to the earth, imprisoning and destroying him with the desolation of spiritual power and the countermeasures of the laws of the universe, once he succeeds, it is equivalent to killing him. At least in another world, Su Cheng will no longer be threatened by him.

As for the reality... Su Cheng no longer cared about it, he could only take one step at a time.

The ordinances from the devil and the gods are so clear and eager.

For four months, he has taken root in the light and dark camps of the same small country and started to act at the same time.

The long-silent front suddenly roared, and the general's Wagang national armed forces first attacked the government's defense line. This time it was not a small fight. The war jumped from the tentative stage from the beginning and entered a very tragic offense and defense.

The general's mobilization to start a war was to regain the traditional territory of the nation and rescue hundreds of thousands of enslaved people...

After a month of battle, the general's army suddenly became fearless and fearless. The defense line of the government army collapsed completely. The front line was advancing outside the mountainous areas, and it was about to lose all the land, shattering the government army's power from the traditional areas where the Wagang people lived.

Correspondingly, another ethnic minority in the Light Camp has been rooted in it for a long time.

What’s even more strange is that in a small country with little sense of existence, ethnic conflicts are common and have never attracted much attention from the international community. This time it is different. The international community responded quickly unexpectedly.

At the beginning of the outbreak, major powers spoke out one after another, expressing their own positions and expressing their major concerns.

Major international funds, human rights, health, refugees, Red Cross and other organizations have sent teams of observers to visit the front line.

Such a situation is so strange that no news reports are published to the outside world.

Various "rumors" about paranormal phenomena, abilities, and even biochemicals, and genetic mutations that have been circulated on the Internet have been strangled in the bud by various countries.

Undercurrents are surging and the storm changes suddenly, and ordinary people cannot feel it at all, but it is indeed happening and becoming more and more intense.

...

This is a battlefield!

The smoke from the battlefield had dissipated, and the remaining flames gradually faded from the treetops and ruins. The black smoke was misty, and soldiers wearing dark green military uniforms and steel helmets were escorting a long team of prisoners through craters and crisscrossing trenches.

The roar of the helicopter engine came from far to near, and a helicopter painted on the surface of the International Red Cross came to this airspace carelessly.

Inside the belly of the machine, Tom Brackton, a major of the American Delta Special Forces who disguised as Red Cross staff, took off his sunglasses and aimed an observation device with an electronic eye at the soldiers on the ground.

The object focused by the electronic eye is transmitted to the LCD screen beside you.

This is a weird soldier.

A pair of eyes emitting a dark red halo, cruel, hideous, and bloodthirsty.

The exposed skin was painted with thick and brightly colored oils. The muscles on his body were tangled and his figure was as burly as a bodybuilder, but he was extremely agile and agile, jumping between the trenches, like walking on flat ground.

He was surrounded by soldiers of the same kind as him. Normal soldiers were far away from them, looking nervous and frightened, and didn't look like soldiers who had won a battle at all.

"I guess, this is the general's secret weapon!"

Tom said teasingly.

No one in the helicopter paid attention to him.

"Is some kind of genetic modification technology? I'm not afraid of death... Oh, God, what did I see? There was a guy underneath that had a big hole in his chest. It was obviously a piercing injury of a large caliber bullet, but he was still eating!"

"Major, this is not something you should care about. Your job is to give us correct analysis and evaluation. When facing such soldiers, what level of force should be used to eliminate them!" The intelligence officer of the Asian Division of CIA said to Tom in dissatisfaction.

"It seems the rumors are true... I don't think that my lads need to fight this kind of monster. The most effective way to deal with them is bombing, carpet bombing, incendiary bombing, high explosive bombing, and even thermocompression bombing. In short, I refuse to have any form of contact with them before confirming that they have been torn apart."

The helicopter flew over the battlefield without stopping, flew ten kilometers, and entered the sky above a battlefield again.

This is a small town that is about to be conquered.

Soldiers in dark green uniforms were charging bravely, while soldiers in blue uniforms were throwing their guns, abandoning their cannons, jumping out of the trenches, and retreating like a town in a mess.

The battle was less than a thousand people, the damaged tanks and armored vehicles were less than a single armored infantry company, and less than a hundred corpses were abandoned on the battlefield, but it was already rare for both parties to fight.

"These monsters again!" Tom stared at the battlefield below with his electronic eyes, "Do you want to hear my opinion, man?"

"Major, letting you join this top secret event is to rely on your rich battlefield experience and expertise."

"Well, my advice is... no matter what the Pentagon has for, these guys have to be wiped out. They are a big trouble, more terrible than the lunatics and terrible in the Middle East. Think about it, if one or two of these monsters sneak into our city... God, this is simply a disaster, and I don't think the police and the National Guard can handle it."

During the conversation, the helicopter flew away from the battlefield again, turned around at a large angle in the air, turned around, and flew backwards.

Half an hour later, the helicopter landed at a temporary military airport.

Tom jumped out of the helicopter and saw teams from all over the country gathering at the airport.

Of course, they are not in official capacity, but in the name and method of civil organizations like Tom.

But everyone is tacitly aware of it and is acting and talking in their true identities.

Tom followed CIA officials into the strongholds belonging to the United States.

This is a two-story building located next to the airport. It can be seen that the layout is in a hurry, and there is no time to clean up the craters on the walls and the blood on the steps in front of the door.

The people coming and going were all elite soldiers urgently deployed from Asian countries, just like Tom.

There is also the scientific research and technical team that just arrived from the local area, and they were all talking and quarreling with people as if they were injected with chicken blood.

The noise in the small building is very noisy. Everyone is saying that everyone is gesturing. On the messy seats, all kinds of valuable equipment are placed casually, and analytical drawings, convenient drawing boards, etc.

The satellite signal transceiver and receiving device on the roof was successfully debugged, and a large number of drones flew out. Tom walked into a chaotic message processing center. The dense LCD screens captured the satellites and drones clearly.
Chapter completed!