At the command center, Richard received confirmation that the B-52 bomber had taken off from Clark International Airport. He rubbed his hand and flickered his gaze at the monitor screen where a satellite image was displayed, showing the island Cagbalete Island where Lin Feng and his associates are hiding.

"Do those stupid don’t know that we are watching them from above?" Richard scoffed. "And he is summoning those mutated zombies as if I was summoning soldiers."

Richard was not exaggerating it in any way, Lin Feng is summoning monsters through a magic circle, similar to his when summoning troops and military hardware. So he is a system bearer, just like him. He remembered the words that this may be the work of a God who just got bored and decided to play a game with the world, using them as pawns.

Shaking off these thoughts, Richard focused on the task at hand. "Lin Feng doesn’t know where we are specifically located in Luzon. He is a foreign invader, so let’s do our best to repel him shall we?"

"Repel?" Mark repeated. "Sir, why not kill him now?"

"Because when we fought, even though I dealt a lot of damage to him, I have a reason to believe he is hiding something within him. Like his true power. He can’t be killed by conventional means, a nuclear bomb can but he is still near Luzon. I want him off the country."

"But how are you planning on getting him out of the country?" Sara chimed as she inquired.

"Well it’s easy," Richard said. "We are going to make it hard for Lin Feng to stay in the Philippines. How? Let’s look at the common examples. When the United States invaded Afghanistan, the people used various means to drive the foreign forces out. They would frequently raid US bases, disrupt supply lines, and use guerrilla tactics to make the occupation unsustainable. We’re going to adopt a similar strategy. We’ll cut off Lin Feng’s resources, harass his forces, and make his stay here as difficult as possible. If we can isolate, he’ll have no choice but to retreat or relocate."

Mark nodded, understanding the strategy. "So, we’re essentially forcing him into a corner where he has to make a move."

"Exactly," Richard confirmed. "We keep the pressure constant but avoid direct confrontation for now. We need to be strategic about this. Lin Feng is dangerous, and we can’t underestimate him."

"I kind of liking this strategy. If his current base was hit, he’ll relocate to another location, and then we bomb that new location and the process repeats until he has nowhere else to go," Mark added, catching on to the bigger picture.

Richard nodded in agreement. "Correct. We’ll keep hitting him, pushing him out of his comfort zone. He’ll be on the run, and that will limit his ability to launch any significant attacks against us, that is of course if he found out where we are. Now, let’s return back to our friend in the air shall we?"

Richard glanced at the screens displayed before him and spoke. "Eagle Actual to Whiskey Tango Foxtrot 117, do you read?"

"We hear you loud and clear, Actual, send traffic," the pilot of the B-52 responded over the radio.

"Whiskey Tango Foxtrot 117, you are to proceed with the operation as planned. Upon reaching Cagbalete Island, initiate your attack sequence. Target coordinates are already uploaded to your system," Richard instructed, his tone firm and authoritative.

"Copy that, Actual. We have the target coordinates locked. Preparing for attack sequence upon arrival," the pilot acknowledged.

"Remember, Whiskey Tango Foxtrot 117, we need precision. Minimize collateral damage. We’re dealing with a high-value target in a potentially populated area. Over."

"Understood, Actual. We’ll execute with precision. The estimated time to target is 6 minutes. Over."

The reason why he said that the island is potentially populated with survivors is because there are people who lived on that island prior to the apocalypse. He may not be able to confirm their status from the satellite imagery alone, he can’t risk it. But there is another thought that all of the inhabitants were killed by Lin Feng, and turned into monsters and slaves for his army. Regardless, Richard knew they had to proceed with caution.

"Keep me updated on your approach, Whiskey Tango Foxtrot 117. We need real-time intelligence," Richard instructed, his eyes fixed on the live feed from the satellite.

Will do that, Actual. Switching to tactical comms for operation," the pilot replied.

As the communication channel switched, Richard turned to his team. "Prepare for immediate analysis post-strike. We need to assess the impact and plan our next move quickly."

Sara nodded, already coordinating with the intelligence team. "We’ll have predator drones ready for post-strike surveillance to assess the damage and scout for any movement."

Minutes felt like hours as they monitored the bomber’s progress. Finally, the pilot’s voice came through the radio. "Whiskey Tango Foxtrot 117 to Eagle Actual, we are T-minus one minute to target. Preparing to engage."

Richard braced himself, knowing that the next few moments would be crucial. "Acknowledged, Whiskey Tango Foxtrot 117. Fire at will when able."

With that, the crew of the B-52 Stratofortress, Whiskey Tango Foxtrot 117, began the final preparation for their bomb run. The bombardier focused intently on his console, double-checking the targeting data against the coordinates uploaded into their system. He fine-tuned the bombsight, ensuring pinpoint accuracy for their payload.

"Navigation, confirm our final approach vector," the pilot instructed, his voice steady over the intercom.

"Final approach vector confirmed, steady on course," the navigator replied, his eyes glued to the navigation screens.

"Arming weapons," the weapons officer announced, initiating the sequence to arm the bombs. The crew felt a slight vibration as the bomb bay doors slowly opened, ready to release their deadly cargo. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

The bombardier announced, "Target acquired, bomb bay doors open, weapons hot."

"Whiskey Tango Foxtrot 117 to Eagle Actual, we are on final approach, weapons armed and ready for drop," the pilot radioed back to the command center.

"Copy that, Whiskey Tango Foxtrot 117," Richard replied, his voice tense with anticipation. "You are cleared to engage."

"Three... two... one... mark," he counted down before pressing the release. The bombs detached smoothly, plummeting towards their target on Cagbalete Island.

In the bomb bay of the B-52 Stratofortress, the ordnance released was a series of GBU-38 Joint Direct Attack Munitions (JDAMs). Each bomb, equipped with a tail kit that converted unguided bombs into all-weather "smart" munitions, was designed to hit specific coordinates with minimal deviation.

As the GBU-38s descended toward Cagbalete Island, their trajectory was stable and precise, thanks to the satellite-based navigation systems guiding them. The crew of the B-52 watched the progress of the bombs through their instruments, knowing that the impact was imminent.

Back at the command center, Richard and his team stared at the satellite feed, waiting for the signs of impact. Seconds later, the screen lit up with multiple explosions. The JDAMs found their targets, striking key points where Lin Feng and his associates were believed to be located.

The explosions were a series of bright flashes followed by plumes of smoke rising into the sky, visible even from the satellite imagery.

"Now, let’s see his reaction," Richard said.