"Hmph hmph hmph..." Illumi suddenly laughed. "I finally understand why villains in movies enjoy doing this."
"Because watching people like you, filled with anger and hatred, yet powerless, is indeed quite satisfying."
Illumi's smile faded, and he slowly rose.
"Don't worry, not everyone died."
"After all, some of them still have a bit of skill."
Kōsuke Tenshin heard this, and a glimmer of hope rose in his eyes, but Illumi's next words plunged him into despair.
"However, their next lives can only be spent as experimental subjects."
"I plan to conduct human potential activation experiments on them." Illumi watched Kōsuke Tenshin's rapidly changing expression, and chuckled, "That's right, the same experiment that was done on you."
"Only, I'll add a little more."
"Add a little... ferocious beast's berserker gene."
"You'll be able to see them soon."
Illumi turned and walked towards the door as he spoke his last sentence, leaving the prison. Kōsuke Tenshin watched Illumi's gradually disappearing back, raising his blood-stained face, gritting his teeth.
The prison door closed. Illumi stood outside the door, his right index finger held vertically in front of him, a wisp of red Nen flowing from it.
"A heart filled with hatred."
Illumi retracted his ability and stepped out of the passage. He had originally intended to use his ability to influence Kōsuke Tenshin's emotions towards him, but now it seemed to have little effect.
"Boss, everything is ready."
When he walked out of the passage, Kipshiel had already been waiting outside for a long time.
"Mm."
Illumi nodded, taking the lead towards the elevator. He rode the elevator to D-50F, then took a Night Crow aircraft with ten members of the [Emer] team to the Ozma Federation.
Location: Ozma Federation, Kyrgyzstan.
Time: September 20, 1988, 13:20 PM.
Walton Group, Walton Industries' Tate Building.
Dozens of individuals, dressed in military uniforms or expensive suits, with extraordinary demeanors, were seated. Among them were military representatives from the Ozma Federation, as well as military representatives from the Republic of Idimea, the Republic of Mingbo, the Republic of Bartochia, and other nations.
"In the last century, starting in 1860, my great-great-grandfather was a top arms manufacturer."
"But in this century, I will surpass them."
"From the Stone Age, we've experienced the Copper Age, the Bronze Age, all the way to the Electrical Age."
"It took humanity a full hundred years to go from the Electrical Age to the Intelligent Age. This was a long period."
"But from the proposal of the Intelligent Age to now, in just over twenty years, we have finally ushered in a new era."
"Today!"
"I will demonstrate to you, developed by Walton Industries, the world's first advanced robot and satellite targeting system..."
Wilbert stood confidently on the central podium of the multi-functional conference room, introducing the advanced weapon systems and new missiles developed by Walton Industries to the military representatives of various countries present.
"The Jericho missile, it will revolutionize the military landscape of all nations."
"It can powerfully maintain world freedom and stability, and globally, it will ensure the safety and interests of your respective homelands."
He wore an expensive, custom-made suit with the [Walton Industries] logo. His words were emphatic, powerful, and full of emotion.
"Gentlemen, I am delighted to announce here."
"The era of intelligent weapon systems has arrived."
"I am honored to invite you all to join this era."
"Choose [Walton Industries], choose the future!"
"Clap, clap, clap, clap..."
As Wilbert's words fell, the military representatives from various countries present applauded, their applause filling the small multi-functional conference room.
"Doctor, what are your thoughts?"
In the upper-right corner of the multi-functional conference room, a general with the rank of general smiled and asked a lieutenant general wearing sunglasses beside him. The lieutenant general with sunglasses merely curled his lip, saying nothing.
...
Thirty minutes later, [Walton Industries] Weapon Integration Building.
"Missile transfer complete. Estimated departure from the building in three minutes."
Soldiers dressed in camouflage combat fatigues loaded warheads into weapon crates, which were then loaded into military trucks by robotic arms, waiting to leave the weapon building.
"Listen up, ladies!"
Standing in front of the convoy were twelve Black Panther Special Forces soldiers. Speaking to them were a lieutenant and a captain.
"The military attaches great importance to this, so we are dispatched to escort this batch of weapon equipment."
"Black Panther patrol vehicles for escort, Hippo armored vehicles in the middle, three Pamela helicopters for cover. Absolutely no falling behind!"
"Attention!"
"Bang!"
Twelve special forces soldiers simultaneously snapped to attention.
"Depart!"
Following the captain's order, everyone took their equipment, entered the armored vehicles, and prepared to depart.
"Captain Hancock, Mr. Wilbert requires your signature."
A Walton Industries staff member stepped forward, handing a statement to the captain.
At this time, on the second floor of the Weapon Integration Building.
"This is the Ozma Federation's Black Panther Special Forces. Mr. Wilbert will also be leaving with them."
A general stood on the second floor, looking at the armored vehicles and patrol vehicles slowly driving out of the weapon building. Behind him stood a blonde female secretary in a military uniform, reporting to him.
"Notify the [Emer] team to prepare for the sniper operation."
"Yes, boss."
The blonde secretary nodded, pressing her right hand to her ear, communicating with the [Emer] team, who had already been ambushing outside on the road for a long time.
"Swish swish swish..."
As the blonde secretary notified the [Emer] team, the three Pamela armed helicopters outside the Weapon Integration Building also began to take off. Four Black Panther patrol vehicles guarded the front and rear, and two Hippo armored vehicles drove in the middle. The three Pamela armed helicopters flew above the convoy, providing cover.
"Pamela, a great responsibility. Keep your eyes peeled and report any abnormalities immediately."
"Pamela received. No abnormalities in the airspace ahead."
The convoy proceeded, driving out of Kyrgyzstan, through the Sebahu Tunnel, and entered the Felton region. Meanwhile, thousands of meters above this convoy, a Night Crow aircraft was closely following them.
At 19:30 PM, a convoy approached from the direction of Felton. They would traverse Monte Forest to reach a military base outside Strip City. As time passed, the sky grew darker.
"Owl One, this is Owl Two, activating night vision."
"Received."
"Please retreat to the rear, maintain a tenfold distance."
The three Pamela armed helicopters adjusted their spacing and simultaneously activated night vision.
"Hey, Hancock, you said these guys' purpose in creating these things was to maintain world peace, is that true?"
Inside the armored vehicle, Lieutenant Herbie, gripping the steering wheel, asked casually.
"Don't talk, focus on driving."
Captain Hancock, however, was stern-faced and serious.
"What's there to worry about? Everyone here is ours." Herbie said, glancing at the radar. "Scan results are all normal."
"Besides, this is our territory. Who would dare to cause trouble here?"
Herbie's face was nonchalant.
"Watch your surroundings, and the sky."
Hancock commanded, seemingly serious, but in reality, he thought the same thing. In this world, he couldn't imagine anyone who would dare to attack the Ozma Federation military within Ozma Federation territory.
"Received, sir."
On the Pamela helicopter, the pilot glanced at the radar.
"Everyone in the air is ours, no abnormalities, sir."
"Whoosh!"
But no sooner had he spoken than a beam of crimson light streaked past his eyes.
"Boom!"
Immediately after, a brilliant firework exploded in the air in front of him.
"Damn it, what was that!?"
"Whoosh!"
Another streak of crimson light flashed by. The second helicopter exploded with a roar. Two helicopters transformed into fiery meteors, plummeting towards the convoy driving below.
"Rumble!"
One helicopter landed directly on an armored vehicle in the middle of the convoy. The fierce explosion's flames enveloped the entire armored vehicle.
"Owl One, Two, crashed!"
"Whoosh!"
In the last remaining helicopter, while the pilot was still reporting the situation, a missile accurately hit the fuselage, erupting into a massive blaze with a "boom."
"Owl Three hit, Owl Three hit."
The pilot desperately tried to control the helicopter, but it was useless. With a huge crash, it plunged into the forest.
"Stop! Stop!"
Captain Hancock shouted. The lieutenant slammed on the brakes, stopping in place.
"Headquarters, Headquarters, we are under attack!"
Before getting out of the vehicle, the captain dialed Headquarters, requesting backup.
"Shit!"
"All our helicopters have crashed!"
Lieutenant Herbie got out of the vehicle and found all their aerial assets destroyed, cursing loudly.
"Received, Headquarters is immediately sending reinforcements."
The phone responded. The captain saw the fire on the armored vehicle worsening, about to cause a second explosion. He immediately dropped the phone and ran from the armored vehicle.
"Boom!"
Indeed, a second after he left, a violent explosion occurred. A shockwave sent him flying into the air, and he landed miserably on the messy grass.
In the Monte Forest at night, mushroom clouds of flame erupted one after another.
"All helicopters have crashed, we have no aerial cover!"
Lieutenant Herbie ran to the captain, helped him up, and shouted loudly.
"I know!"
"The enemy is coming! Disperse! Repeat! Disperse!"
The captain quickly stood up, pushing away the lieutenant's support. At his command, the remaining four Black Panther patrol vehicles and one Hippo armored vehicle rapidly scattered into the surrounding forest, avoiding grouping together to be bombarded by missiles.
"Hum hum hum..."
A peculiar engine sound rang out in the sky. A cool-looking aircraft, emitting white light, rapidly circled to the side of the armored vehicle with unimaginable agility and speed.
"Whoosh!"
A missile aimed at the bottom of the armored vehicle. With a loud "rumble," the armored vehicle was sent flying, spinning 720 degrees in mid-air before crashing to the ground with a "bang."
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