The Conspiracy of the Elites

Chapter 189: wiping out the source of the menace from the roots

A few minutes later, the reinforcement of the Vatican soldiers finally arrived at the 3 interconnected towns, shocking the ignorant terrorists that were still focused on wreaking havoc.

How did their reinforcement come so quickly? Where is our Commander?

Though they were surprised and confused, they still organized themselves under the leadership of the few executioners who took the helm, with the motive of repelling the reinforcement back.

This was what spelled their doom, as the Vatican soldiers dove into the battlefield in a recklessly organized manner. They were aggressive but organized, which spelled disaster for the still confident terrorists.

The terrorists did not care about all these reverse psychology problems though, they just shrugged it off, getting themselves ready to fight a fiercer battle. This was their ideology, but the Vatican soldiers thought differently.

When Clark finally arrived at one of the towns, the fates of the terrorists here were finally sealed and locked with a padlock.

With his giant metal mechanical platform present, no melee Vatican soldier engaged the terrorists. Only the ranged soldiers shot at them from afar, with the only aim of restraining their movements.

The Vatican soldiers that were originally fighting with them already received new orders from their higher-ups, so instead of continuing their battle with them, they diverted their attention to bringing the nearby civilians to safety.

The terrorists were confused by the strange reaction of their opponents, but they clearly didnt give a damn as they used this as an opportunity to attack them more aggressively.

After the right scenario that Clark wanted finally clicked and was confirmed with the overpowered scanning abilities of his giant metal platform, he officially started the battle.

No complicated movements or skills were needed on his part, just pull the trigger.

Tu! Tu! Tu! Tu! Despite the protective metal suit that he was currently wrapped with, he could still feel the numbing vibration as the high-caliber bullets left the enormous 2-form guns muzzle while the now empty shells fell down, making clinking sounds.

The bullets spread tyrannically like wildly raging fire in harmattan, as the terrorists who were now the dried-up grass suffered from the aftermath. They were all swept away and burnt to ashes like dried tree leaves.

A bullet equated for death, as the now horrified terrorists died at an eye prickling frequency.

Finally recognizing the power of this giant mechanical platform, they no longer hesitated and started escaping in different directions.

As their number was countless times more many than the ones, he made short work of at the sea border, Clark could not mob and kill them with just one wave shooting.

This was when the Vatican soldiers finally came into play again, as they erupted from their positions and hunted down their fleeing enemies.

Clark felt like he was at the seat of power, he felt like he had the power to destroy the whole world with just a pull of his giant 2-form guns trigger. He felt like the master and ruler of everything.

Like a mad Buffalo, he pursued and ravaged into the midst of the escaping terrorists with impunity. He was unstoppable, as a large trail of blood was carved behind the giant form of his metal mechanical platform.

The terrorists that managed to escape the range of the machine gun were not safe, the enormous frame of the metal mechanical platform crushed them under its tyrannical weight. There was no escape to any terrorist that faced it.

The terrorists that once spread terror across the town suddenly became headless chickens, as they were plucked one at a time from their comfortable poultry. Blood flowed like a flood.

After about 8 minutes of the continuous massacre, some of the terrorists finally succeeded in escaping into various corners near the town. Some ran into the forest, others to different places that they saw as places of refuge.

Though Clark badly wanted to hunt them down to the last person individually, he knew what was his priority.

After ending the battle here, he quickly shouted some motivating words to his soldiers before leading them to the nearest town that was under the attack of the terrorists.

Through some unknown methods that he did not know about, the terrorists finally managed to send information to their comrades who were still ignorant, to warn them about the impending danger.

After getting the news and confirming that even their Commander that was invisible to them also ran for dear life, they immediately knew that their mission was a lost cause. Not already escaping since was screwing up on their part.

To your tents, oh Israel.

Like the famous quotation of the bible, the terrorists departed from the towns they were attacking with far faster speed than they invaded with. At the sight of real danger, adrenaline could do wonders.

Some of them broke their limits directly due to panic and pressure, as they escaped like the wind, without any direction.

Siblings no longer remembered siblings, friends no longer remembered friends, boyfriends no longer remembered girlfriends, as they all ran for dear life. Even the weakest soldier escaped at a speed that could make the legendary athlete, Usain Bolt blush in shame.

Though most of the terrorists already escaped before he arrived, Clark was still able to meet the lazybones and slowpokes. And as expected, he showed them no mercy.

Like a farmer with a sickle during harvest time, he harvested the lives of the terrorists with his giant metal mechanical platform that now served as his war sickle. Every person who bore the name of a terrorist was his prime target.

It did not take long before every trace of terrorists was wiped out from the 3 towns, leaving only blood and body parts in the aftermath. The stench of blood and death was nauseating.

The metal mechanical platform finally stopped after confirming the death of the last nearby terrorist, as the top part representing the head opened up to reveal Clark who still had a cold and ruthless expression on his face.

Seeing the blood of the terrorists that dyed everywhere, turning the once beautiful town into a place that seemed to have suffered an apocalypse, his eyes showed no satisfaction at this achievement.

He wanted more, he wanted the terrorists to bleed more, he wanted them to receive twice as much damage and pain that was inflicted on all the innocent children that died today.

Soldiers, listen to my command. We are storming the Persian tigers base that wrath this destruction, they must pay for every spilled Vatican blood with more blood. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, and blood for blood.

The soldiers were already all extremely excited and were in their war mode after so much slaughter, so no one contemplated his orders before they all obeyed. Even if some of the officers thought otherwise, they could not blatantly disobey their Major.

Though it was hard to track and pinpoint the exact location of a Persian tiger's base as large as this one, he was confident that the detection modules of his metal mechanical platform could perform the cheat.

Turning around, he sped away immediately, taking the route that led to the nearby forest. From the panic movement of the terrorists in search of a way of escape, it was clear that their base was located in this forest.

The only problem was the exact location as it was sure to be tightly hidden, but Clark believed that he could solve that.

With that conviction, every hesitation was gone as he bulldozed through the large forest trees before him to trudge deeper into the forest.

With his outrageous implants A. I working together with the A. I of the metal mechanical platform, nothing was hidden from them. The combination was an unstoppable abomination in itself.

Though it took a bit of their time, about 20 minutes, it paid off as they finally discovered the large well-hidden base of the terrorists.

As expected, the terrorists were so shocked on seeing them that they could hardly react.

They were already having a meeting to discuss and count their losses. Not once did they expect, not even in their dreams that their hideout would be discovered.

Clark led his soldiers as they barged into the base immediately like a swarm of locusts with ruthless expressions that were ready for destruction. The only difference was that, unlike locusts, they were destroying human beings instead.

Boom!! Boom!! The now prepared Vatican soldiers revealed trump cards at such a frightening frequency, burning money like their Major as if they were just beans and chocolates.

Of all the terrorists who stayed behind at the enormous base, only the Commander was fortunate enough to escape. Every other living thing, even the animals they kept for food died without exception.

The anger of the Vatican soldiers was felt tangibly in the air, as the smell of blood grew higher and higher by the second.

The only reason why the terrorist Commander was able to escape was that he never once dropped his guard after returning from the battle. Clarks metal mechanical platform spooked him so much, that he could hardly rest his nerves and still rapidly beating heart.

The paranoia that originally annoyed him now became his saving grace, as he became the only survivor of base 54 of the Persian tigers' organization.

After the battle came to an end, the Vatican soldiers stood in a daze as they looked at the aftermath of their actions. They were still surprised by what they were able to achieve.

Not once in the history of Vatican City was it recorded that they ever wiped a terrorist base of the Persian tigers, not to talk of a base as enormous and big as this. It was unsurprising that they felt proud.

As they slowly calmed down, they finally directed their gaze to the one who orchestrated all these. Without their Major, they would have never vented their anger and gotten their rightful revenge.

Before, they repeatedly bottled the anger in and endured when such situations happened, but they could finally taste the wonderful feeling of getting revenge.

It is so sweet.

As the soldiers raided the terrorist base to loot the resources inside, Clark stood at an elevated platform in the base, looking outwards at the horizon with an unfathomable look on his face. He already deactivated his giant metal platform.

A thoughtful expression was on his face. No one knew what he was thinking about, but the soldiers made sure to carve this picture in their heads. Perhaps, in the future, they could brag to others about having the privilege to see this live.

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