On the hillside more than ten kilometers away from the manor, Fu Haoran signaled the convoy to stop.
In the distance, Victor Manor is located in a valley surrounded by dense forests, covering an area of nearly a thousand acres. The entire territory is surrounded by stone walls. The century-old castle-style main building stands in the center. Villas, stables and underground fortifications are scattered around it. The outposts are hidden in the dense forest. It looks like an iron barrel fortress that has been in operation for two hundred years.
Tychus is holding Cigar in his mouth, wearing Carapace Armour, and carrying a Boarding Shield that can be used as a stretcher, which is very consistent with the outfit of his governor's bodyguard.
Tychus blew out a smoke ring and asked slowly, "Boss, where do you plan to break out? Frontal or side flanking? I'll lead the vanguard squad to remove the checkpoint at the main entrance first?"
In his experience, no matter where you attack a private fortress that has been operating for hundreds of years, you have to fight hard. Indoor street fighting is a meat grinder, and casualties are inevitable.
He just wanted to see how this governor, who never played by common sense, planned to break the situation this time.
Fu Haoran picked up the communicator and said only one sentence, "The firepower coordinates have been synchronized, launch all bombs, and plow this area to me."
Tychus was stunned. "No? You don't want to go in and fight? You don't want all the treasures inside?"
Fu Haoran glanced at him as if he were a fool. "Huh? Why should I go in and carry out a raid? I have cannons but don't use them to fight in the streets with heretics? Am I sick?"
"As for the treasure inside, the little wealth of a rich man is not worth the risk I put my brothers in."
As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp whistling sound came from the horizon.
Three Valkyrie gunboats roared past, and at the same time, four Manticore missile tanks opened fire.
The first heavy-duty ground-penetrating bomb trailed a trail of flames and accurately hit the center of the manor castle.
An earth-shattering explosion sounded, half of the century-old castle collapsed, reinforced concrete fragments flew into the sky, and the entrance to the underground fortifications was completely blown through.
However, this was not over yet. The second and third ground-penetrating bombs came one after another, knocking the entire manor's underground fortifications upside down.
Finally, the Valkyrie gunboat also swooped down. This time they dropped not vehicles, but an astonishing number of aerial bombs!
With the explosion of the aerial bomb, the fire wave instantly swallowed up the entire manor, and even the three-meter-thick stone wall was blown to pieces.
In less than three minutes, the beautiful century-old manor was turned into a charred ruin.
The Cigar in Tychus's mouth fell directly to the ground, dumbfounded.
He suddenly felt that compared with the governor, the lower limit of his pride still needed to be lowered further.
This method is really dirty!
It's really aggrieved to directly exalt the enemy's hometown.
Fu Haoran glanced at the constantly beating kill record on System Panel and nodded with satisfaction.
[System prompt: Kill Slaanesh Blood Pact ×2147, Universal Points+107350]
But he quickly frowned.
No.
Victor has lived for two hundred years. As the big BOSS of the Slaanesh camp recognized by the system, it is impossible that he has no cards at all, and even if he dies, he will not be given a kill prompt?
With the idea of being foolproof, Fu Haoran decided to use another wave of missiles to clear the ground. Anyway, they are all guys from the world of Marvel. It would be a waste if they are not used.
Just then, a sharp scream pierced the night sky.
A huge bloody bat soared into the sky from the ruins.
[Slaanesh intermediate demon unit detected: Chaos dependent Victor (mutant), threat level: medium risk]
[Task trigger: Kill Slaanesh Chaos dependents (mutants), reward Universal Points+10000, Hive City reputation +20000]
Victor watched his two hundred years of hard work turn into scorched earth, and his sanity was completely swallowed up by rage.
He locked his eyes firmly on Fu Haoran on the hillside. "Yellow-skinned bastard! You have destroyed my two-hundred-year-old foundation! I will drain every drop of your blood!"
He flapped his wings and swooped down. He was so fast that only an afterimage was left, heading straight for Fu Haoran's face.
Victor is not without thoughts. As long as he can kill the human who ruined everything for him, he can quickly recover by sucking human blood. Even if he escapes far away, he can still make a comeback.
Fu Haoran didn't even raise his eyelids, and ordered into the communicator, "The target is lifted into the air, and the anti-aircraft firepower is fully activated. Whoever knocks it down will be credited with second-class merit."
The soldiers immediately turned red-eyed.
More than a dozen individual soldiers Anti-Aircraft Missile fired at the same time, and the tail flames illuminated half of the night sky, accompanied by a spiderweb-like hellfire gun beam.
People who don't know better think that there is a light show here.
Victor turned wildly in the air, so fast that it even pulled out afterimages, dodging the first few missiles.
But there were too many missiles, and the last one hit his wing, followed by several Laser shots that penetrated his body.
Victor, which was in mid-air, fell from the sky like a kite with its string broken, and hit the ruins heavily, making no movement.
Tychus looked with the telescope for a long time, but did not see Victor move. He was about to ask if he wanted to send someone to take a look, when he heard Fu Haoran order:
"Firepower coverage, let me plow the target's corpse to ensure that no heretic scum is left."
After the order was issued, hundreds of hellfire beams poured out instantly. The intensive firepower left the place where Victor fell riddled with holes. Even the ground was lifted up three feet, and the charred soil turned over layer after layer.
Victor, who was left with only half his life after being blown up, was just about to pretend to be dead when he saw beams of light coming from the sky.
Before he died, he had only one thought in his mind:
No! Shouldn't the normal procedure be to send someone to check the body?! You don't even look at it and just cover it with firepower?! America's army is not as wasteful as you!
[System prompt: Kill Slaanesh Chaos dependent Victor (mutant), Universal Points+10000, Hive City reputation +20000]
[System prompt: Hive City (North America) reputation level has been upgraded to: Respect. Local power cooperation permissions, policy tilts and basic intelligence networks have been unlocked.]
Fu Haoran glanced at the system prompts, didn't take it seriously, and turned off the panel.
Tychus looked at the scorched ruins and couldn't help but ask, "Boss, why don't you go in and search? This old guy has lived for two hundred years, so he may have hidden a lot of treasures."
Fu Haoran got on the bus without looking back. "There is no need to take risks just to pick up rags."
On the other side, in the basement of the abandoned house of Yellowstone Town.
Lucian huddled in a cold corner, listening to the continuous explosions in the distance, with a smile on his face that was about to survive.
Lucian knew that the target of the large army was too big to escape, so he did not hesitate to sell all his fellow soldiers as bait to distract the pursuers, while he hid in an abandoned house in the town.
When both Fu Haoran and Victor are defeated, he will either sneak away and run away, or turn back to gather the remaining troops and make a comeback.
Suddenly, the iron door of the basement was smashed directly.
A dozen black Cyber-Mastiff rushed in, and the infrared camera locked onto him.
Lucian turned green, turned around, broke through the wall and ran out.
He has never been chased like this in his life.
The wolf king of the generation was actually chased by a pack of dogs!
In the past, he could slap someone and scare them away with a look.
But now, if he dares to slap him, he will be bitten by a group of dogs!
Lucian was forced into a dead end, roared with red eyes and fought back, smashing the mastiff that was rushing in front with one claw.
But more mastiffs pounced on him instantly, biting his limbs and neck.
He struggled desperately, but couldn't get away at all.
At this moment, the huge roar of the engine came, and a Valkyrie gunboat hovered over the alley, with the searchlight firmly locked on his position.
Lucian's last thought before dying was: Wait, actually I can also be a loyal dog.
With the sound of a cannon, Lucian was directly blown into pieces.
[System prompt: Kill Khorne Daemons Lucian, Universal Points+10000, Hive City reputation +10000]
When the troops returned to the super factory, it was already dark.
The farmers who came to the dinner were all arranged to live in the employee community.
The gunshots, explosions, and howling wolves last night scared them so much that they huddled in the room and didn't dare to sleep all night.
They originally thought that Fu Haoran would silence them all in order to keep the secret.
Old Dutton stayed up all night holding his little daughter. However, the next day, when they came out in fear, they found that there were no soldiers guarding the outside at all. The programmers and engineers continued to work, and they also got the news that they could leave.
The only bad thing was that the pickup trucks they parked in front of the factory were all battered and bruised, as if they had been towed from a garbage dump.
Some had their front faces smashed, some rolled over and completely destroyed the entire sheet metal, and some were simply scrapped.
But no one dared to complain, just took the keys and left.
Fu Haoran looked at the leaving convoy with a rare apology. "These bastards, the pursuit last night was not serious or serious. If it was not their own car, they would die."
"Driving someone else's car back, it was either totaled or severely disabled, and then they asked me to rub it on their buttocks."
"Hey, let's notify them. Once our mass-produced cars come out, we will compensate them with brand new top models as soon as possible."
The Wujiao Building is particularly lively today.
In other words, this place has become more and more lively since last night.
The emergency meeting held overnight has lasted for six full hours.
The conference room was brightly lit. The Secretary of Defense, Chief of Staff of the Army, Director of the CIA, and Director of the FBI were all present. Even the President attended the meeting in person.
There was a mountain of pizza on the table, and the deliveryman had already delivered it here three times, and the nearby pizza shop was bursting with orders.
In peacetime, nearly 800 National Guard soldiers died at one time. This was big news that shocked the whole country.
The atmosphere at the scene was extremely solemn, and everyone felt as if they were facing an enemy.
The Chief of Staff of the Army slapped the battle trace report on the table on the table, his face ashen. "Two warring forces were found on the scene. One is an inhuman creature, and it is initially judged to be a werewolf mutant, which is the abnormal biological intelligence we received before."
"The other side... is well-trained and seems to have used Laser weapons and heavy-duty ground-penetrating missiles. Some are conventional weapons that exist in our equipment arsenal, but some are not within our known range at all."
"Some technologies are even beyond our knowledge."
The conference room exploded instantly.
"Who is it? Maozi or Dongbian?"
"Impossible! It's impossible for their troops to sneak into the mainland quietly and fight a battle at Yellowstone!"
"Could it be alien technology?!"
The president rubbed his swollen temples, interrupted everyone's debate, and asked in a deep voice, "Where are the National Guard survivors at the scene? Who discovered the scene first? Who saved them?"
The director of the CIA quickly handed over the top-secret information in his hand. "Mr. President, the survivors at the scene were rescued by armed personnel from a local technology company."
"The traces of firepower at the scene are completely consistent with the company's movement trajectory."
The president breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back in his chair.
"Finally, there is good news. Which company is it? DARPA's secret partner? Or Locke Sid Martin's new department?"
The generals and officials in the conference room also nodded, thinking that the one who could come up with such black technology must be a top arms giant or a secret project of the military.
The director of the CIA had a troubled expression on his face. He checked the documents in his hand three times before speaking bravely.
"None of these, Mr. President."
"This company is called DYB Technology Company. Its headquarters is next to Yellowstone Park and it has a super factory."
The Minister of Defense's eyes lit up. "Mainly engaged in military products?"
The director of the CIA swallowed. "No, the main business is... fast charging mobile power supplies and outdoor energy storage equipment. Amazon just sold out last month, and now it is the No. 1 selling brand of North America power banks."
The conference room fell into dead silence for an instant.
The coffee cup in the president's hand was hanging in the air, stopped a few centimeters from his mouth, and he froze.
I picked up the power bank at the press conference. I just thought it was useful, but now my back feels a little cold.
After a while, he said in disbelief, "Say it again? What is it?"
"Mobile power supply, the kind used to charge mobile phones."
The pen in the Minister of Defense's hand fell on the table with a "snap". He stood up suddenly and yelled, "Fart! Who sells power bank can come up with ground-penetrating bombs and armed gunboats, and directly raise a century-old manor?!"
"Tell me, how can a person who sells mobile power supplies have more firepower than United States Army?!"
The meeting room exploded again.
No one can accept that the top black technology force that they are facing a formidable enemy and holding meetings all night to study is actually a power bank seller.
The subordinate who reported it said cautiously, "Actually, we found an eyewitness."
The conference room fell silent instantly, and everyone's eyes were fixed on him.
"Who are the witnesses? Where are they?" the president asked impatiently.
"His name is Tom. He used to be an analyst for Goldman Sachs. Now he is local to Yellowstone and witnessed the entire battle last night."