Super Combat Soldier
Chapter 595 - 594 [Hei Bama Smashes the Cup Again in Anger]

Chapter 595: Chapter 594 [Hei Bama Smashes the Cup Again in Anger]

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Balock stepped back a step or two, his heart still filled with trepidation as he tightly held a small remote control, watching the "Frog Monster" that had opened its eyes but was still standing in a large pool.

"Frog, now is the time for you to go out and unleash carnage and kill that so-called Eastern Demon for me," Balock said ominously.

The "Frog Monster" turned its head to glance at Balock, its eyes as large as fists glowing green. After giving Balock a look, the "Frog Monster" said nothing but stood up and walked out of the large pool. Its body was covered in a yellow, transparent liquid that made it look quite fearsome and terrifying, truly resembling a scabby frog, with its body also covered in pus-filled bumps and its limbs twice the size of usual, though its torso was still human-like. Once it was out, Balock was only as tall as the "Frog Monster"’s knees. If it weren’t for the remote in his hand, Balock might have been scared off by now.

"I’m hungry, I want to eat..." the Frog Monster said, opening its mouth as it looked at Balock.

Balock was startled and involuntarily took a few steps back. He had developed this viral monster at Military Base No. 12 but had not fully mastered it yet. That was because with such viral monsters, anything could happen. If it were to go berserk, things would really be terrible.

"No problem, those several Chinese outside are your food. After you kill them, you can eat them, and I will give you more tasty things," Balock said gritting his teeth fiercely.

"I want to eat, I’m hungry, I want to eat, I’m hungry..."

The Frog Monster, excited by Balock’s words, started flailing its hands around, nearly hitting the remote control in Balock’s hand. Balock quickly moved aside. The Frog Monster glanced at Balock again and then at the remote in his hand, before stretching out its huge palm, gesturing for Balock to stand on it. Balock hesitated for a moment but steeled himself and stepped on. At this point, his base, Military Base No. 12, was doomed. The only thing Balock could rely on was this "Frog Monster." He needed it to kill several people from the Eastern Demon group, otherwise, not only would Balock fail to stop the Ling family’s relocation, but he could also lose his own life, ending up like Witt.

Meanwhile, at Military Base No. 13 in New York, another person was playing with a Desert Eagle. He was sitting in the general’s office, not very tall, about 5’3" with a thin frame, not wearing a military uniform but a tailored suit instead. On his right index finger, he wore a conspicuously eagle-headed ring. His gaze was extraordinarily lethal, and a mere look from him would send shivers down an ordinary person’s spine. He was Libi, the head of Military Base No. 13, an inconspicuous figure whose name did not match his formidable prowess. He was the most powerful among the heads of the three major military bases, rumored to be a powerful Superpower User, though no one knew how powerful he truly was.

Knock, knock, knock!

The knocking sound came from outside. Libi merely glared at the door with his eyes, and the door opened on its own. A soldier walked in from outside, standing at the door and reporting, "General Libi, we just received news that Black Widow and the Death God team failed their mission and were all killed. We have confirmed that those accompanying the Chinese experts to New York were led by the Eastern Demon, who a few months ago swept through Washington and forcibly entered the White House."

Hearing his subordinate’s report, Libi showed no surprise or disbelief; instead, he was very calm. Even though Black Widow was his mistress, whom he had at his beck and call every night, in Libi’s eyes, she meant nothing. Women are like clothes, as long as you have money and power, what kind of women can’t you have? What kind of beautiful women wouldn’t kneel before you? Because there will always be women in the world who like money and power.

"Hmm, where is the Eastern Demon now?" Libi asked.

"The Eastern Demon has headed to Military Base No. 12 after having destroyed Military Base No. 11," the soldier replied respectfully.

"He moves fast. Military Base No. 11 had a superpower expert like Di Yiwang, yet he was killed by this Eastern Demon. Witt really is a tragedy, but it’s better this way, it saves me the trouble of having to kill him myself!" Libi said with a smile.

"What should we do next, General?" the soldier asked.

"Tell everyone to retreat. Clear out the space in front of the base completely, surround it with large armored tanks, and then all we can do is wait!" Libi said nonchalantly.

"Wait?" The soldier was puzzled, not understanding what General Libi meant.

"Just go if I told you to go," Libi waved his hand and said.

The soldier went to carry out the order, leaving only Libi in the office, a slight smile appeared on his lips as he muttered to himself, "It looks like Balock is doomed too, the Eastern Demon is indeed formidable. No wonder Thomas had such high praise for him. It’s worth it for me, Libi, to personally take action. And the only person left who could kill the Eastern Demon and earn President Hei Bama’s favor is me, Libi."

After he finished speaking, suddenly, the Desert Eagle in Libi’s right hand transformed into a cannon. With a loud bang, he fired a shot. But just as the cannonball was about to hit the wall, Libi had already disappeared from the chair and appeared in front of the cannonball, catching it...

At this moment, another place was also in uproar due to the disappearance of Military Base No. 11—that was the White House in Washington, DC, USA. Inside President Hei Bama’s office, Hei Bama had smashed glasses all over the floor. Two high-ranking commanders stood in front of him, neither daring to utter a word, fearing they would infuriate President Hei Bama—a president who had a great public image but could darken even further when enraged.

"Idiots, fools, a bunch of morons. The government’s money is wasted on them. Do you know how much money, manpower, and resources a military base costs us? We, the nation, are now caught in an economic crisis. Now a military base has disappeared, and I want to know why? Why is this happening?" Hei Bama, overwhelmed with rage, slammed down another glass as he spoke.

"Your Excellency, Mr. President, someone attacked Military Base No. 11 and destroyed it..." an elderly commander said fearfully.

"What? Someone attacked Military Base No. 11? Are you joking with me? Are you telling me the world’s biggest joke? I’m not in the mood for jokes right now. I want the facts, the facts!" Hei Bama fiercely glared at the elderly commander and yelled.

"Mr. President, it is true that someone attacked Military Base No. 11. You might even know this person..." another commander chimed in.

"I might know him? If you fail to convince me today, you must accept the consequences!" Hei Bama was so furious that he felt his lungs might explode. He had been reviewing documents here when these two commanders rushed in to tell him that the whole Military Base No. 11 in New York had been destroyed, vanished, angering Hei Bama into habitually smashing glass.

"It’s the Eastern Demon. This time, a few Chinese experts followed him to New York trying to rescue the two members of the Ling family—it was Ye Tianchen, the Eastern Demon." The elderly commander who spoke first said.

"What? The Eastern Demon? Him? Are you sure it’s him?" Hei Bama asked, clenching his teeth in anger.

"Yes, our men have confirmed it was him!" The other commander nodded and confirmed.

Hei Bama paused, then turned his back to the two commanders, which frightened them so much that they were sweating profusely. They all knew that a few months ago, it was this very Eastern Demon, Ye Tianchen, who had wreaked havoc all over Washington and had even stormed into the White House, nearly causing Hei Bama embarrassment of having to invite him to dinner. If it hadn’t been for Thomas’s intervention, President Hei Bama would have faced a massive humiliation. Thus, it became Hei Bama’s greatest humiliation and a shame for the USA’s military—although the news was withheld from foreign nations, the domestic elite regarded it as a deep shame.

This time, hearing that it was again the Eastern Demon who had just arrived in New York and destroyed the entire Military Base No. 11, would President Hei Bama explode in rage? Would he break his record of smashing glass by shattering a hundred glasses?

As these two elderly commanders, trembling and sweating coldly, feared the worst, Hei Bama turned around with a slight smile on his lips and looked at the two commanders, "Great news, indeed great news. I was just worrying about not having the chance to take revenge; this guy has delivered himself to my doorstep. Immediately transmit my order, lockdown all of New York City, and at any cost, kill the Eastern Demon!"

"But, Mr. President, wouldn’t such an action have a large impact? The public might notice something and panic, which could cause trouble!"

"Yes, Mr. President, please think it over three times. With Military Base No. 12 and Military Base No. 13, we should be able to kill the Eastern Demon. If we lock down the entire city of New York, it will definitely attract international scrutiny and put tremendous media pressure on our nation."

Both elderly commanders were persuading him, afraid to make such a move hastily because New York City, being the nation’s capital, had not entered a state of total lockdown in centuries. If the entire city was locked down, it could easily attract the attention of other international countries and potentially plunge the whole city into panic—the consequences would be unimaginable...(To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to vote with recommendation tickets or monthly tickets at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)