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Two F-22s took off from the Kandahar US military base, roaring into the battlefield with sonic booms. The generals at the base wanted to see what a strong superhuman could achieve in this age dominated by technology.
The loud sonic booms caught the attention of everyone. Daisy breathed a sigh of relief, commanding three vehicles to speed away into the distance with full force.
As for whether the pilots in the aircraft would ultimately be sacrificed, Daisy couldn't control that. At most, she could offer a prayer to God on their behalf, and the rest was up to fate.
The two pilots looked shocked when they had to carry out their mission. Despite any inner reservations, they had to obey orders.
A lead aircraft and a wingman arrived at the designated location as per the mission requirements.
"Are there any enemies here?" The lead pilot craned his neck to look at the ground, but all he could see was dust and sand, with nothing else in sight.
"Daniel! Above you!" The wingman's shout startled him. He quickly surged forward and raised his altitude after covering some distance. What he saw shocked him, and from his perspective, the generals behind him also witnessed the amazing scene.
A green-robed old man stood proudly in mid-air without using any tech. Upon seeing the two fighter jets, his eyes were filled with curiosity.
Mandarin, with a ring emitting a white light on his left thumb, effortlessly manipulated the F-22s, each weighing twenty tons empty and forty tons at takeoff, as if they were mere toys, pulling them forcefully towards him.
If Daisy were present, she could have recognized this as gravitational manipulation. However, the pilot named Daniel lacked her ability and only knew that he hadn't done anything, but the aircraft was uncontrollably flying toward the figure.
"Requesting permission to fire! Requesting permission to fire!" Daniel continued strictly following the tactical manual's requirements.
Unfortunately, the command from behind chilled him. The higher-ups instructed him not to fire for now, fearing that the flying person was of valuable research value, and they didn't want the target sample damaged by gunfire.
The pilot wanted to comply with the order very much, but Mandarin's fingers emitted a faint light, and his five fingers seemed to cut through the aircraft's nose like slicing tofu. Not to mention a general, even if God was present, he couldn't stop him now. Driven by fear, the pilot aimed at Mandarin and pressed the trigger.
A rain of bullets rained onto Mandarin, with the pilot trying to manipulate the control stick to try get out of the gravitational control.
It's a pity that the fighter plane was completely out of control. Whether moving forward or upward, the fighter plane simply didn't move.
"What kind of monster is this!" Before the rain of bullets was over, he found that the opponent remained unscathed. A semi-transparent ice crystal shield blocked all the bullets. Even when he launched a Sidewinder missile, it still couldn't penetrate the shield.
An alien? A super soldier? The pilot didn't have time to ponder because Mandarin was annoyed by the barrage, especially the last Sidewinder missile. He not only used his own "chi" shield but also added a rock shield and an ice wall outside the shield to barely block the attack.
Mandarin's aura became fierce, and he couldn't be bothered to figure out what kind of flying iron shell this was. His index finger on his left hand glowed red, and a flaming dragon composed entirely of flames coiled and twisted in his palm. The dragon grew longer and larger, creating a wave of heat as it entwined around the fighter jet.
The high temperature enveloped the aircraft, and as the pilot opened the cockpit to prepare for ejection, he was vaporized, and the jet exploded into fragments.
The wingman was greatly taken aback. The command from the base behind him had always been to stand by. Now, witnessing the tragic death of his teammate, he no longer cared about orders and immediately pressed the trigger for two Sidewinder missiles.
This time, Mandarin didn't directly confront them. His left middle finger flashed with a mysterious blue electric light, and two dazzling and captivating electric rays appeared out of nowhere. Not only did they shatter the two missiles, but they also struck the wingman directly along their path.
The distance between the two sides was considerable, and the wingman was prepared. It was extremely difficult, but he managed to pull up and evade the lightning.
However, his luck ended there. A pitch-black, ink-like black mist enveloped the fighter jet, followed by a silver thread shooting out from Mandarin's right ring finger. This was the decomposition of light rays, and the wingman, trapped in the black mist, disintegrated into atoms without any resistance.
The proud Raptor fighter jet was effortlessly eliminated, leaving the two generals in the base feeling shocked and at a loss. In the end, they were just ordinary people after all, indistinguishable from an ordinary soldier in the face of extraordinary powers.
With advanced weapons failing, their pride naturally diminished, replaced by a sense of helplessness, confusion, and fear. The generals quickly contacted Daisy and her group, who had just escaped from this "powerful mutant."
Although feeling somewhat guilty, using the distraction caused by the two F-22s, Daisy and her team managed to return to the Kandahar US military base with bated breath.
Daisy estimated that the enemy would catch up with them for the fourth time, but this time, her estimation was incorrect. Even as they rushed into the base, Mandarin did not appear.
The base sounded its alarms, and numerous soldiers began to gather according to their unit formations.
Entering the base, Daisy did not relax her vigilance. She felt that the enemy would still pursue them. At this moment, she was like the protagonist leading a high-level boss back to the novice village in the wilderness...
Amidst the repeating announcement "This is not a drill; all combat units enter the designated battlefield," a messenger found her, saying that the base general requested her presence.
They had caused such big trouble to the other party, and she at least had to give an explanation, Daisy calmly followed.
The US military base in Kandahar was built underground. To prevent potential nuclear strikes, the underground base was exceptionally sturdy and stocked with a large amount of ammunition and supplies. Walking through it, Daisy, who specialized in creating earthquakes, felt that she couldn't easily collapse this base without using some considerable power.
The US military personnel here were much stronger than Colonel Rhodes's old-school soldiers and the soldiers that were later recruited at other bases. Each one exuded a tough aura, hinting at a strong murderousness.
Upon entering the command room, Daisy learned that both F-22s had crashed, with one pilot killed on the spot and the other, according to the analysts who studied satellite images, was likely interrogated by Mandarin. However, Daisy suspected that the pilot's memories had been read.
The sensation of a flood of memories entering her mind was unpleasant. Daisy had experienced dizziness and swelling when she glimpsed a small part of the Viper's memories last time. Without the ability to develop her brain power, relying on an ordinary person's brain to process information was a slow and difficult process.
Professor Charles had studied psychic abilities for fifty years, yet even he required time and selectively retrieved information when reading minds.
On the other hand, this crazy Mandarin paid no attention to such concerns. Starting from the pilot wetting the bed, moving on to learning and making friends, getting into fights, and causing trouble. Deep memories, surface memories, everything was jumbled together in a chaotic mix. This also explained why he hadn't caught up with Daisy yet.
In the command room, there were seven or eight staff officers with various ranks, led by two old men – a Major General and a Lieutenant General.
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