American Soldiers Are Beating People Up!

The Titan Giant that attacked the nuclear power plant possessed a mysterious power to decay kinetic energy, and the technology that could be developed from this power would be enough to completely change the current international landscape.

Therefore, the ambitious Five-Headed Building devised a capture plan.

They vowed to seize this power.

--Just like the stupid United States government in movies that always messes things up, accidentally leaking dangerous substances and causing chaos, only to have the protagonist, who has a bad relationship with his family and is usually divorced but still deeply loves his family, especially his children, come to the rescue.

Of course, art imitates life. Movies often indulge in the American Empire conspiracy theories, always feeling that the government is secretly conducting some dangerous, inhumane experiments... that's because they have actually had such mishaps.

In short, the American Empire government quickly mobilized all its resources in order to hunt down the Titan.

The United States and Canada are separated by Lake Huron, making it difficult for the U. S. military to deploy land equipment across the lake. For strategic reasons, it is necessary to establish a forward base in the Canadian territory near the nuclear power plant.

Therefore, they urgently coordinated with the Canadian side and found a well-positioned area that was easy to evacuate and defend, to serve as the base location for troop deployment.

Both sides agreed that they wouldn't stay long and would leave immediately after the matter was settled. As for who owned the land that was requisitioned to build the forward base, how it was requisitioned, and how compensation was given, America, the adults don't care about that. That's Can*da's business, a trivial matter that the generals don't care about.

The establishment of the forward base was swift. The engineers used the Esco blast wall and within just a few days built a forward base capable of housing, repairing, and launching heavy ground equipment. They also repaired the field airfield and began receiving a steady stream of supplies, equipment, materials, ammunition, and personnel.

The base was named "Tripwire," a direct reflection of the Five-Headed Building's ambitions.

Over the past few days, reconnaissance soldiers and special forces have departed from the forward base, escorting scientists and technicians to investigate the details of the Deceleration Field and gather firsthand intelligence about Titan for officers to formulate plans. Meanwhile, armed helicopters have taken off multiple times, and drones have been patrolling the skies. The US military has adopted the same approach it used in the Middle East, with drones searching for survivors all over the mountains and fields.

... because regions can be blocked, information can be blocked, but people's hearts cannot be blocked.

There are always some idiots Can*da who love to watch the drama unfold, recording Douyin on their phones and trying to cross the blockade to see if there's a nuclear leak in the area, which is a huge annoyance to the US military.

The greater psychological pressure stemmed from the distant nuclear power plant and the Titan inside. Every American Empire soldier who had seen the Titan in person fell silent for a long time. They might have to fight such an enemy... even risking the destruction of the nuclear power plant and nuclear radiation.

Rumors, fears, complaints, and anxieties had already been quietly brewing.

"Hey, does anyone know why we're setting up a heavy machine gun here?"

On the watchtower at the base gate, a shirtless sentry wearing only shorts and with his bulletproof vest tossed aside gazed listlessly at the distant lake, muttering into his helmet microphone, "Do you think a.50 caliber machine gun round can defeat that big guy?"

"Yeah, Bruce," someone joked on the channel. "If this were a movie, your character would be screaming like a woman and firing a heavy machine gun like crazy when the giant attacks the base, only to get punched into a pulp. The director would usually give you a close-up and might even spend $500 on special effects for that scene, or they might just add a $5 bottle of ketchup."

"Go to hell, you motherfucker."

The soldier cursed, "By the way, has the potassium iodide we ordered arrived yet?"

"My friend Thomas will bring us some tomorrow when he comes here. He's also bringing some iodized salt. If we sell it to other people, we should be able to make a profit—those sissies are terrified, so it's good to take advantage of them."

One of the comms on the communications channel added, "Damn it, that idiot in uniform who handed me a draft form at graduation didn't tell me the US military has to fight guys like that."

"Yeah, Thomas, I heard you joined the army just to be transferred to Japan to sleep with local high school girls."

"Hey, don't say it so disgustingly."

"Nothing much. At most, it'll be retirement. Most likely, nothing will happen. They'll send you back to Japan before the Japan government formally files charges. Why would the commander punish his own people for some yellow-skinned monkeys?"

"Wow, Bruce, watch out, that's racist talk, and Huang's listening too."

Amidst the noisy laughter and chatter, a voice with a slightly unusual accent calmly said, "It's okay, I know Bruce wasn't talking about me. I'm different from them."

"Oh, you're so kind, Huang." Although he said this, the soldier named Bruce's tone held no gratitude, but rather a sarcastic, mocking, and even contemptuous tone. "We're in this together."

The man named "Huang" sounded somewhat excited, "Yes, that's it."

"Alright, friends, let's get back to the topic— Thomas, besides wanting to go to the Japanese military base to have sex with the local female students, where else would you like to go?"

"I bet he also wants to go to the military base in South Korea; it's really cool there."

"Speaking of which, Philippines women are more submissive, but they're too unsophisticated."

"--Hey! You guys! Don't imagine me as some kind of animal that only knows how to mate!" Thomas shouted in protest. "I mean, I don't object to serving this country, I just don't want to fight this kind of absurdity. As for other enemies... Korea, Iran, or those Middle East countries, even the Russia and the China, I will fight them to the death!"

"Hey--" the soldiers clamored, "Huang, Thomas mentioned your motherland! He really is hostile towards you. Aren't you going to fight him? I'm willing to bet a dollar on you!"

"Wait!" Huang protested. "That's no longer my motherland! I've joined the great Amerikkka and have nothing to do with that country full of lies. I'm a soldier of the Amerikkka just like you, always ready to fight for their interests, no matter the enemy. So please don't say that!"

The soldiers burst into laughter.

Amidst the laughter, the voices of Asian soldier Huang Fenli, trying to defend and explain himself, sounded so faint.

So powerless.

Suddenly, a surprised shout rang out from nowhere, "Fuck! Take down the plaster!"

Huang's voice was filled with indignation. "I'll say it again! Don't! Call! Me! That!

"That looks like a plasterer! Damn it! Where did he come from?! Are drones and roving sentries all idiots?!" Sentry Bruce yelled.

There was a moment of silence on the communication channel, followed by a jumble of noise.

The soldier, who was lying under a parasol watching a movie, hurriedly put on his helmet, climbed onto the outpost, raised his binoculars, and looked ahead along the extended road. He saw a thin, stubborn figure holding two signs, walking resolutely toward the bustling military base with the roar of engines.

"What the hell is that?" someone asked. "What does the sign say?"

"It means..."

Bruce managed to make out the words: "Down with the hegemonic United States, get out of my land..."

"... Was he an Indian?"

"Obviously not." Thomas, being more experienced, observed the small print on the sign and guessed, "It seems the land where our base is located belongs to him..."

"Oh..." Everyone laughed again, "Damn rich China, what a regrettable accident, to run into something like this."

Thomas said, "Okay, report it up and let the superior handle it."

"Wait a minute," Bruce laughed. "Guys, don't you want to have some fun? It's been so boring lately, it's rare to have such a kind China guy come and relieve our boredom."

"This..."

"You said it yourself, the officers won't make things difficult for us because of yellow-skinned monkeys."

Bruce said this, then chuckled, picked up the rifle beside him, ran out through the side door, and jogged towards the plasterer holding up a sign.

"Bruce, don't make things too ugly," Thomas said over the comms. "Also, we can't be sure he's China; maybe he is..."

"It's all the same," Bruce replied, then his shout echoed throughout the channel. From the base's watchtower, he was seen raising his gun, aiming at the plasterer, and approaching step by step.

"Sir, you are entering the perimeter of a US military base. I have ample reason to suspect you are spying on military intelligence, which means you are suspected of engaging in espionage..."

Thomas, on the watchtower, frowned. "Huang, you go too. Chase that guy away. Don't cause trouble. Now is not the time for this."

The Asian soldier who was chosen still looked resentful. After thinking for a moment, he ran out with a cold expression.

He ran out of the base, and Bruce and the China man were not far away. He could even hear their familiar voices in the distance. "What kind of military base is this? You've done so much harm..."

--As expected, they are China.

His face showed an expression of annoyance.

Damn it, they're so rich they can't see right from wrong, always imitating white people with their protests and demonstrations. They're really asking for trouble.

As he approached, Bruce turned and laughed, "Huang, he really is one of your compatriots. He doesn't seem to speak English. Why don't you scare him a little, make him..."

Without a word, Huang pulled the trigger, pointed at the excessively young China man, and shouted, "Put your hands behind your head! Kneel down! Or I'll shoot!"

Then he saw the China man tilt his head, look surprised, and ask, "China?"

"Don't you dare get any closer!" Huang rudely retorted, "I'm Amerikkka soldier!"

"Your Mandarin is quite standard," the China man said casually. "Did you immigrate in the last few years?"

"None of your business!" Huang's voice rose eight octaves. "Kneel down right now! Or I'll shoot!"

Kang De took out his phone, snapped a picture of him, and sent it back to China: "Check this guy's background."

In less than twenty seconds, the message came back: a household registration record.

Kang De glanced at it a few times, then clicked his tongue and said, "The year before last... what, this fake foreigner wants to join the army and get a green card?"

Huang's face flushed red, then he flew into a rage, raised the butt of his rifle, and smashed it down on Kang De's neck.

Kang De raised his hand, braced himself against the falling gun butt, and gave it a gentle push, causing the other man to stagger back a few steps.

"Hello, Lü Chaoran."

He said, "Goodbye, Lü Chaoran."

After saying this, Kang De waved slightly to the United States soldier.

Huang froze for a moment, then let out a painful roar. His body, along with his clothes, suddenly exploded, as if a sun was expanding inside him. Then came the skin of his limbs and face. The violent power was unleashed. With a deafening roar, the United States soldier exploded into a pool of flying flesh and blood, splattering on the ground and leaving a flat, fleshy humanoid shape on the ground.

Bruce's eyes widened in shock and horror; he couldn't comprehend what had happened.

The earpiece came through the screams of his comrades. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Wotzefak!"

Kang De kicked the stunned Bruce, sending him flying. Then, a pig-like scream rang out, "United States soldiers are beating people! United States soldiers are beating people!"

Shouting this, he half-squatted down, took a starting position, and kicked the firmly pressed dirt road beneath his feet, causing the soil to crack and burst, crashing towards the base gate with an earth-shaking motion.

With a deafening roar, the blast wall shattered and collapsed, the watchtower shook and crumbled, and the guards screamed as they fell.

Kang De charged in like a wolf, kicking over a Humvee parked by the roadside, grabbing the two protest signs like axes, imbuing them with five layers of enchantment, and then cleaving a streetlamp in two, shouting, "Capitalism is forcibly seizing land, the people have no way to survive, they have no choice but to rebel!"

After saying that, he kicked the fallen street lamp, sending the thick metal pole flying horizontally. It knocked over and overturned two rows of tents along the road, causing a loud crash. Generators, laptops, servers, and televisions were smashed to pieces, bringing immense benefits to the US military suppliers.

"Damn it, they even dared to fire!"

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a disheveled soldier frantically raise his rifle. Kang De pounced like a ghost, slicing the rifle in half with a wooden paddle. "Are you taking advantage of us because we don't have guns?!"

The soldier stared wide-eyed at the half-barreled rifle, which had been shaved as smooth as a mirror.

Kang De kicked him away, then sang. "No guns, no cannons, the American Empire will make them for us!"

He carried two wooden plaques on his back, grabbed two vehicle-mounted heavy machine guns, and started firing wildly. The roar of gunfire was deafening, and the American Empire soldiers, who were in a terrible state, fled in panic.

After running out of ammunition, he discarded the machine gun and charged forward like a whirlwind, rushing to a truck that had come to an emergency stop. He reached out and ripped off the door, throwing the panicked driver to the ground. Then, he quickly walked to the back of the truck, unscrewed the latch, carried several shells out of the back, and pulled the howitzer towed by the truck to an open space.

He single-handedly carried the cannonball and propellant, slamming it in without following any firing procedures. He kicked the breech of the cannon directly, unleashing a torrent of intense fire elemental power. With a deafening roar, the cannon thundered, and the terrifying recoil propelled the heavy cannonball into Kang De's shinbone. Kang De was then thrown back two meters, and the concrete pavement beneath his feet exploded into a cracked spiderweb pattern with a diameter of over ten meters.

He yelled in pain, hugged his calf and jumped around a few times. He then kicked the howitzer more than ten meters away, baring his teeth. Then, driven by malice, he kicked and threw a truckload of shells in all directions. Fire lines flew and roared, a terrifying scene that looked like divine punishment.

"Oh my god!"

The truck driver, who had been thrown aside, witnessed the entire horrific scene unfolding like a demon going mad. He screamed and scrambled away. For the American troops at the base, the situation was even more terrifying—it was as if they had been attacked by an army!

Just then, a thunderous shout rang out from not far away, "Stop!"

Kang De pulled out two protest signs from behind his back and exclaimed with delight, "They're here!"

In the White House, A Chuan's office was flung open, and the Defense Minister stormed in, furious. "Kang De has gone to the Tripwire Base! He's made a mess of our base and hijacked four Abrams tanks and two Apache that hadn't even taken off yet! All six of the superhumans we sent there have been captured!"

A Chuan suddenly stood up and roared, "Chai Tizi, do you want to start a war?!"

"We've already spoken to the Chinese side, and they said this is the personal behavior of China private entrepreneur; they don't encourage it, but they have no reason to stop it either—I spit on that!"

The defense minister angrily said, "These China are getting more and more difficult to deal with. They actually told us that if we try to use this opportunity to cause trouble for China, they'll see us through to the end—damn it!"

A Chuan a cold face, A-Chuan dialed Kang De's number. The call was quickly answered, and Kang De could be heard talking to someone else on the other end. "Your president called and ordered your men to cease fire temporarily, or I'll use the barrel of M777 Howitzer to penetrate your ASS. After all, you're better than the United Kingdom, right?"

Then he changed his tone, his voice becoming stern and harsh. "A Chuan! How dare your men hit me!"

A Chuan roared, "What the hell are you doing now! Kang De! You attacked the Amerikkka's military base, that's an act of war! Do you want to start a war with the Amerikkka?!"

Kang De retorted, "Fuck your eldest daughter! I bought a piece of land in Can*da, and you turned it into a military base without even a word. When I went over to ask, your soldiers attacked me! Is there no justice? Is there no law? You talk about democracy? What is this?"

A Chuan froze for a moment, then jumped up and cursed, "Trudeau! Damn it!"

... Why does this guy's brain work so fast?

Taking advantage of A Chuan's silence, Kang De continued, "I'm not some kind of demon. Although this land is mine, and I don't object to you wanting to build a military base to fight the Titan, you have to pay me rent, or just buy the land from me! Don't worry, I always offer fair prices!"

"As for the rent, it can be charged on a daily basis, 10 billion US dollars a day will suffice. Otherwise, you can just buy it outright. Considering our relationship, I only need 1 trillion US dollars."

"Go to hell, Kang De, go to hell!" A Chuan said without hesitation. "Rotten along with your shitty land, we're moving out right now! Go to hell, Kang De, the Amerikkka will never yield!"

Kang De chuckled and said, "Move away? What a joke. Do you think this is United States? Police officers can accidentally break into a black guy's house after work and not only get away with it, but they can also shoot him dead. You come to my territory to set up a military base, get caught by me, and then say you're moving out—do you think it's that easy? My territory, Kang De's territory, isn't for you to come and go as you please! First, pay me compensation for emotional distress and illegal occupation!"

What can you do if I don't teach you?

"Then you're not leaving with any of your men and equipment!" Kang De roared. "You can build military bases anywhere else, but any tanks, helicopters, or artillery you send over, I'll take them all as payment!"

"You fucking..."

"It's all thanks to you United States for teaching us!"

A Chuan, his anger blazing, demanded, "What exactly do you want?"

"I want a stake in Titan's affairs," Kang De said. "Either destroy it completely, or we take over together. In short, don't even think about taking it all for yourself. I want to be your extraordinary advisor for military operations—and you'll have to pay a hefty price to come begging me!"

A Chuan paused for a moment, then snapped, "Could it be that you intend to...?"

"--That's right!"

Kang De boasted, "From today onward, any major supernatural invasion incidents occurring worldwide will require you to pay me to be your supernatural advisor! And I'll only talk, I won't do anything. If you want me to solve a problem, you'll have to pay even more. If you don't hire me as your advisor, you'll find ways to cause trouble and ruin things!"

Even A Chuan, a veteran of countless battles, was shocked by this greed and shamelessness.

"Damn it!" he roared, "How dare you! I'm going to charge you patent fees!"

Grass.

How come A Chuan is able to keep up with my train of thought!?

Upon thinking of this, Kang De had an idea and tentatively said, "Actually, you could have Can*da pay for me to be your consultant."

A Chuan's angry expression immediately froze.

He paused for a moment, then said, "That's not the point! It's..."

"I'll give you time to think it over. Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for your people during this time. Think it over carefully—I think your interests aren't entirely aligned with those idiots in the military, right?"

After saying that, Kang De hung up the phone.

A Chuan cursed, put down his phone, and looked thoughtful.

The defense minister whispered, "Sir, how should we handle this?"

A Chuan looked up and asked him, "What are the casualties at the base?"

"Supplies were destroyed, tents collapsed, equipment was looted, and many soldiers were injured, but not seriously. Although there were many explosions, Kang De seemed to be very measured and did not intend to cause casualties."

The defense minister frowned and said, "Only one soldier was torn to pieces by superpowers... The methods were extremely cruel and brutal, and his comrades who witnessed it are still terrified."

A Chuan asked in confusion, "Why is there only one?"

"I heard he was the one who first clashed with Kang De," the defense secretary added. "He was an Asian soldier from China who joined the army to get a green card."

A Chuan nodded, "I see. Then it's alright, no need to worry about it—we only allowed these guys into the army because of the manpower shortage."

The defense minister understood. "Then just report it as a death in action."

"Every little bit helps. The body's already been dismantled, hasn't it? It's not easy to return it to the family, and the cause of death won't convince them."

A Chuan said calmly, "So, report it as missing."

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PS1: In order to write this chapter, I specifically watched the movie "The Outpost" which was released last year. It is based on a true story and tells about the brain-dead things that happened to the US military in Afghanistan. What's even more brain-dead is that such stupid operations actually happened in real life. It's unbelievable.

PS2: Also, I'd like to recommend a friend's book, "I'm Really Not Going to Be a Simp Anymore".