Night of Despair-Chapter 425: Fight Against 423 Three

Fista President Conference Hall.

All heads of major military agencies had connected via remote signal.

Each one at their designated position, with individual encrypted computers showing the faces of department heads from their secret bases.

National Land Security Bureau, National Security Bureau, Central Intelligence Agency, FBI, and other leaders, along with three top generals from the Army, Navy, and Air Force, were all present in the meeting.

"It has been confirmed that the explosion was indeed a nuclear bomb, with a yield of about ten million tons of TNT equivalent. Preliminary assessment suggests that the radiation intensity is low, which likely indicates an improved type of nuclear bomb. This kind of technology is currently only possessed by us and Bai Luote." The Director of CIA, a thin, blond woman in her sixties with a stern, cold gaze, and a harsh and fierce visage, entirely lacked the softness typical of a woman, looking more like a man.

"Based on specific data calculations, the direct blast affected an area with a radius of fourteen kilometers, and the indirect high-temperature destruction radius is forty-six kilometers. All buildings within the fourteen-kilometer range are completely destroyed. No life can survive. After the explosion, according to expert estimates, radioactive dust could continuously affect all areas within a radius of over three hundred kilometers. It would cause irreversible catastrophic damage to the surrounding four states." the Director of CIA continued.

"The key point now is that this Spirit Alliance is already a destructive threat to the entire Fista. We need to ascertain whether they have the capability for a second nuclear strike and deployment." The Air Force Commander spoke gravely.

"That’s a question for the National Security Bureau’s Rania," the Director of CIA looked toward Rania.

His face tightened, noticing that everyone, including the President, had turned their gaze towards him.

He took a deep breath.

"Regardless of whether they have a secondary deployment capability, their unique single-soldier defense technology employing an energy field barrier is black technology that has never been seen before on this planet. We must acquire that technology at all costs. In terms of nuclear weapons, we were simply caught off guard. As long as we deploy a large electronic interference network and missile interception system around the Spirit Alliance, ordinary nuclear bombs, even if they still have the capability to deploy, won’t even be able to launch."

"That makes sense. From the alert to the launch and explosion, there wasn’t more than twenty minutes in between. It was too fast." The Director of CIA nodded. "I was dealing with several cases of espionage by Bai Luote involving the theft of biochemical technology. When I received word that this case had become serious, I immediately dropped everything and rushed over, but it was still too late."

"Are you sure we can stop them?" the President asked somberly, his gaze intense as he focused on the Director of CIA and Rania.

"That’s something for the Army Commander Bar to comment on." Rania looked towards the Army Commander.

"If timely deployment and alerts are made, and there are no more than twenty missiles that aren’t scattering MIRV warheads with controllable trajectories and no erratic patterns, the interception rate can be 100 percent." Commander Bar solemnly answered.

"Isn’t that a lot of conditions?" the President frowned. "Is our interception and jamming technology that bad?"

"There’s no helping it, the distance is too close, and they gave us too little time to react. Other nuclear weapons also require several minutes to respond. I still can’t imagine how they dared to deploy nuclear weapons at such a close distance. Aren’t they afraid of being completely annihilated themselves?" Commander Bar said gravely.

"In fact, their energy field technology was very effective. Mana City, tens of kilometers away, didn’t have a single injury, just various small videos after the dust cloud passed through, which are now all over social media. We’ve already ordered major media to delete the related videos." The Director of CIA said.

President Vineta Kleinman stood up and paced back and forth.

"What’s the situation with the Army division’s encirclement?" he stopped, looking at Bar.

"It’s bad," Bar shrugged his shoulders, "personally, I think they have technology weapons from an era different than ours, rather than confrontation, we should choose cooperation."

"After so many casualties, talking about cooperation now is already a compromise of national will." the President shook his head.

"It’s better than being beaten into submission." Bar said casually.

"A mere terrorist organization of a few thousand people, and you speak like this?" The President frowned, staring at him. "Bar, you should think about what you promised me when I appointed you."

"This is not mere." The tone of Bar’s voice grew low, "Mr. President, of the fifteen thousand men I dispatched, only two thousand have returned in defeat, with scarcely any survivors left. In total, the enemy had no more than a thousand. Bullets can’t penetrate them, and artillery shelling only knocks them unconscious. No matter how our men try to hide or sneak, once they get close, they are discovered and killed on the spot. Such an opponent, I don’t think should be described as mere."

"What about you?" the President looked towards the Air Force and Navy Commanders.

The latter two remained silent. The Air Force had been involved, but after dozens of bombers were shot down head-on, they didn’t dare to speak anymore.

"Why not use long-range strategic missiles for a ground sweep while they are still relatively concentrated." After a while, the Air Force Commander spoke up.

"What about the fish that slip through the net? Conventional weapons are basically ineffective against them, and if they disperse and start assassinating, what do we have to counter?" The Director of CIA frowned.

"Enough. Let’s not discuss this any further. It seems that conventional military force is not very effective against them. Only ’that’ can be deployed now." President Vineta stopped in his tracks.

"That?" Rania was the first to react, his expression tensing, seemingly thinking of something.

"Indeed, if it’s them, perhaps it can be effective." His expression slightly eased.

"Call Charles, tell him, there’s work for Supersonic." the President looked at his secretary, speaking in a low tone.

"Understood, Mr. President!"

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On the way from Mana City to the Festa Capital.

The white convoy moved forward at a constant speed.

Yu Hong sat inside the vehicle, with Daoist Yu Hen beside him, continuously summarizing the battle reports from front, back, left, and right.

Ku Chan, Power King, Zhao Jingtang, and others were all intercepting the Fista armed forces that came to encircle them.

"Where is Chen Yaofeng?" he asked.

"He’s still at the headquarters, in about thirteen minutes, there will be a new wave of airstrikes approaching. This time it is long-distance missile bombing, and due to the high altitude and limited equipment, Hope City’s Black Light cannot intercept." Yu Hen answered.

"They haven’t given up resisting, it seems they still believe they have a chance to win. The airstrikes have been proven to be completely ineffective. From the time the missiles are shot and approaching to the time they hit the ground, we have enough time for our people to evade in advance. So, they must still have some cards up their sleeve," Yu Hong said.

"That must be the case. What I’m worried about now is that they will also launch nuclear weapons against us," Daoist Yu Hen said with a worried look.

"I will be forewarned. As long as we’re not directly hit in the center, it’s not a big issue," Yu Hong was unconcerned.

"But..." Yu Hen was about to say something else.

Suddenly, he saw Yu Hong raise his hand.

"Stop the car," Yu Hong uttered slowly.

The convoy came to a swift halt and then lined up on the mountainside road, forming a formation to protect the central vehicle.

But Yu Hong didn’t seem to care. He opened the door and got out.

His eyes flashed a faint red, surveying his surroundings, and he gestured with his hand for the Black Light soldiers who had gotten out to disperse.

Everyone around held their breath, nervously observing their surroundings.

But there was nothing around, only the mountain wind causing Yu Hong’s Daoist robe to swish softly.

"Interesting, not even the psychic perception of Magic could detect it."

Yu Hong stepped forward, walking out of the protection circle.

"The elite forces of Fista, huh." He spread his arms, "Come, I’ll just stand here. Since you’ve managed to get past our defenses and close to me, you’re clearly after me."

"Now, I’ll give you a chance."

He pointed to the center of his forehead.

"Come, kill me."

As soon as he finished speaking,

A ring of golden fire appeared around Yu Hong in an instant.

"I’ve got him!" a young man’s voice shouted, a blurry figure vaguely appearing a few meters behind Yu Hong.

"Run now!!" another woman’s voice shouted.

"I can’t move him! How... How can he be so heavy?!" the man panicked.

"Damn!" In an instant, several translucent human figures appeared beside Yu Hong.

The woman in white hair and a black tight suit lunged forward, and her body quickly transformed, turning into a white-haired giant bear over three meters tall in the blink of an eye.

Roar!

The giant bear opened its maw with fangs bared, roaring as it swiped its massive claws downward at Yu Hong.

Buzz!

The bear’s paw hit Yu Hong, but was blocked by a thin layer of silver Spirit Light.

A bell-like vibration spread from their sides.

"Transformation, teleportation?" Yu Hong stood still, not moving an inch, just slightly looking up at the giant bear.

"So tough!!?" The giant bear spoke human words, its eyes showing evident shock.

It flexed its muscles again, roaring, and with both arms combined, it smashed down hard.

Boom!!!

A massive dull thud exploded.

It let out a pitiful howl, the sound of bones breaking resounded from its hands.

At that moment, a blurry figure holding a golden dagger appeared behind Yu Hong and stabbed Yu Hong’s shadow below.

"I’ve stabbed him!! Quick! Help me!!" the figure shouted, with a clear female voice.

"I’m on it!" A fourth figure materialized, a muscular man with short black hair; he appeared two meters above Yu Hong. With his arms open, he gathered a stream of yellow luminescent airflow in his embrace and then released it downward.

The airflow descended silently, circling Yu Hong, forming a large cage of yellow light.

Ah!!!

The two exerted force from above and below, veins on their foreheads near bursting.

Puff!

In an instant, the surface of the yellow cage was pierced by an arm.

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Yu Hong’s right hand reached forward, casually tearing the yellow light cage apart as if it were paper.

And the figure that had pierced the shadow was tossed aside like a rag dragged by a truck, flung away by a tremendous force.

At this moment, Yu Hong’s Spirit Light strength was approaching the level of Quan He from the Taoist Sect world.

Rip.

The entire yellow light cage was torn from the middle, revealing an unblemished figure of Yu Hong in a white Daoist robe.

"Such a level of constraint; ordinary Black Light soldiers really wouldn’t be your match. It seems you’re Fista’s ultimate weapon, then?"

Yu Hong’s eyes lit up with a red glow, clearly seeing the four people surrounding him.

Two men and two women, all dressed in black tight combat suits, with gold lark patterns embroidered on their shoulders and the flag of Fista on their chests.

"What kind of monster are you!? How can there be someone so heavy in this world!?" The young man who appeared with the golden light ring showed an incredulous expression.

He looked very young, perhaps only seventeen or eighteen, with faintly visible light stubble on his lips.