The Conspiracy of the Elites

Chapter 188: thrashing the terrorist commander

Even if the terrorist Commander did not know what was in the 5 bags that gave his opponent so much confidence, he was experienced enough to know that he needed to stop it before satisfying his curiosity.

Despite his decisive movement and reaction to curb whatever plans his opponent had, Clark was still faster than him by a second. And this was all it took for him to unleash his ace, which was, well, money.

Clang!! Clang!! The five bags opened up by themselves like something being remotely controlled as with loud mechanical sounds, different machines started falling out of the bag.

A magnetic field hovered above the 5 bags, controlling all the machines and gadgets to be perfectly placed at strategic positions around Clark to enable him to utilize them more efficiently.

As a millionaire Major and high-grade soldier, Clark did not spend his millions on luxury like normal millionaires, he spends his millions on this- war machines and gadgets.

This was his collection of trump cards after stacking them up for the past months, and they were worth an outrageous amount of approximately 20,000,000 Spartan credits.

He encountered some of them by pure luck and was only able to buy them, because of his status as a Major.

Before the terrorist Commander could comprehend what exactly was happening, his battle A.I, Lily from his exotic car took over. The car already arrived, but he left it in the nearby town to save the civilians.

2 of the bigger machines suddenly powered up with a loud sound, as one of them jerked before projecting a large energy field at the terrorist Commander. This was a gravity manipulation device.

The Commander was shocked. As soon as the projected field touched his armor, he was horrified to feel that gravity application against him suddenly became 3 times heavier.

To him, this meant slower reaction time and slower movement speed which was deadly in such a fast-paced battle. He was at a loss for words, but he still acted on instinct and struggled.

As he struggled fiercely with the hopes of escaping the projected force field, other machines and devices finally powered up. This was just the beginning of his misery.

A one-target restraining device powered up, as its restraining tentacle-like mechanical arms latched into his legs and held him in place. He got more horrified as more machines powered up like behemoths that were just awakening from slumber.

As dozens of devices and machines powered up and activated, he became a live target to his opponent as he was basically incapacitated by the large number of debuffs placed on him.

His reactions became slower and slower, as the number of machines that kept on activating scared the hell out of him. Just like his opponent said, he was seeing the horrifying power of money for the first time.

After almost everything perfectly came into place as Clark wanted it, only 5 machines now remained to be powered up for activation, and they were the biggest ones.

One of them suddenly powered up, activating as a strong magnetic field was suddenly projected across the area. The sand was stirred up, as the small metallic particles in the earth hovered up in respect of the laws of technology and science.

The next second, another one of the machines powered up before releasing dozens of knives and swords that started hovering in the air under the influence of the magnetic field.

It was not random hovering though, as the magnetic projection device swiftly gave a command and all the weapons in the air started attacking the opponent that was already pinpointed by its A.I.

The later still with a horrified expression on his face, struggled for his life as his now clumsy hands strained to parry all these weapons strikes. His good-quality armor was his only lifesaver.

What made him despair more was that he knew that this was not the end, as he could still see 3 inactivated machines at the corner.

Though Clark could not see his opponents face due to his armor covering it, he could still feel the fear that was now being emitted from the once tyrannical 3rd rank high-grade soldier.

He smirked a bit on seeing this, before keeping his spear in his bag and spreading his arms wide.

As soon as he did this, the wristwatch on his left wrist did a small range scan before flashing green. As this was done, the last 3 machines finally reacted as they powered up with a blue energy glow.

The first machine expanded outwards and opened up, allowing its mechanical contents to fly to meet Clark. No collision happened, just a smooth integration as the metal parts quickly covered him up from head to toe.

In his current outlook, he now seemed like a carbon copy of the Iron Man superhero in the ancient Marvel cinematic universe.

After this was done, the second machine powered up before expanding itself into a giant metal mechanical platform. As soon as this was done, Clark was propelled up to sit on the free lone metal chair in the middle of the platform.

His now metallic outfit was just for protection against the abomination that he was about to wrath.

The last machine finally powered up, as it compressed itself together before finally turning into a giant 2-form gun. A small blue flame quickly lit up under it, as it was propelled upwards before settling down comfortably at the metallic platforms front.

Clarks face stretched wide into a dangerous but slightly foolish grin, as he finally set his hands upon this abomination.

Sweet!!

Seeing this giant machine before him, the terrorist Commander removed any stupid delusions from his mind to continue the attack. Only how to escape now dominated his mind, but he thought of this a little too late.

Machine gun. Clark slowly whispered, as the large 2-form gun immediately morphed into its machine gun configuration. Hell was finally unleashed on the hapless terrorist Commander.

Tu!! Tu!! Tu!! Tu!! The extra-large high-caliber bullets raged out with loud sounds like rolling thunder, as they all landed with immaculate accuracy at the incapacitated terrorist Commander.

It took only about 10 seconds before the Commanders armors energy reserves were depleted, before blood flowed out from his now frail figure like drizzling rain.

Seeing this, shock, dread, and horror swept around the battlefield like a plague, as every terrorist felt his heart shake on seeing their Commander get so easily killed like he was just an animal.

Get down, now.

The Vatican soldiers did not even need their Majors second reminder, as they all fell down and took cover after seeing the outrageous abomination that he pulled out.

The machine-gun fire that just subsided erupted again the next moment, this time, the bullets were not concentrated in one place but were spread out tyrannically at the still shocked terrorists.

The outcome, well, it could only be described as bloody. Blood spilled everywhere, dying the road with its gory dark red color. Every terrorist that failed to react fast enough died without suspense.

As this massacre happened, a figure that was beside the giant machine suddenly stirred stood up before bolting into a corner and disappearing from the battlefield immediately.

The terrorist Commander just escaped, which surprised Clark as he thought that this guy was already dead.

In the end, a 3rd rank high-grade soldier was not clumsy enough to be without any extra protection. Though he didnt have any fancy machines as Clark had, he had the basic necessities to keep himself alive.

These basic necessities were what just saved his life. After Clark turned away, the Commander did not even have to contemplate on it first before he went on the run immediately for dear life.

Though he escaped, the other terrorists were not as fortunate as only a few outliers among them survived and escaped. The others all died from the sudden attack.

After the sound of machine-gun firing stopped, the Vatican soldiers finally stood up to witness the death and destruction that their Major wrath.

They stood in a daze due to shock, as the overflowing blood made them feel spooked despite being soldiers. So many terrorists died to just one wave of this outrageous machine.

What abomination from hell is this?

Though Clark really wanted to let them admire his machine that he luckily got from a high-grade auction, he knew that this was not the time as Vatican civilians were still suffering.

This was the main border battle they just fought; other terrorists were still in the 3 interconnected towns.

Under his orders, they mobilized again in large numbers, entered the still-functioning military vehicles, and started moving to the 3 towns.

He also followed, as his giant machine slid across the road with the same speed as that of a car, the only difference was its enormous size.

Though he was glad at the outcome of the battle, his heart could not help but ache on thinking of how much money he just burned. His use of so many strategic machines was not without cost.

All the machines that he used, their energy recovery process alone, and repairs would cost him at least 3,000,000 Spartan credits, not including the giant mechanical platform.

The giant mechanical platform was at a realm of its own, its maintenance would cost him a whopping 5,000,000 Spartan credits. Well, he didnt regret using them despite this, he bought them to utilize them.

Its worth it.

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