Chapter 61: Noon Has Arrived

"Ugh...yes..."

"Well done, Stark!"

I knew it. Even smartphones have backdoors, so how could Stark resist leaving one on his masterpiece?

From here, things were simple. After spending a few minutes figuring out how to exploit this backdoor, Cohen quietly left the scene.

It wasn't that he didn't want to save people, but them staying here was actually safer for now.

The world outside was too chaotic. How could it compare to the peace here, with food and shelter?

For the next few nights, Cohen continued to play death games with the U.S. troops.

His actions greatly accelerated their withdrawal plans, leading to the closure of numerous small and medium bases and outposts, with personnel moving into Bagram Air Base.

This fat chicken was being fattened up even more by him.

During this period, the U.S. military had assembled professional squads for a crackdown, consisting of Delta Force, Rangers, Green Berets, and even Navy SEALs.

They laid heavy traps, waiting for Cohen to walk into them.

Cohen went in, and they were dumbfounded.

Invulnerable to water and fire, immune to bullets, tearing Humvees apart with his hands, and kicking tanks down.

The invincible U.S. military was taught a harsh lesson.

Afghanistan's top commander, General Glen, locked himself in his room and overnight his hair turned white.

He wanted to request a withdrawal from the president, but such a move would undoubtedly nail him to the pillar of shame.

With no other options, he turned to the Vatican for help.

"Oh merciful, loving Lord of the Holy Christian Church, save us lost lambs!"

When Cohen overheard through a bug that these U.S. military officials were planning to seek help from a Vatican priest for an exorcism, he knew the time had come.

If he pressed them any further, they would become desperate.

So, on a dark and windy night, he quietly approached the weapons depot not far from the testing site.

This was a large base with nearly a thousand people.

According to U.S. military experience, this place would not be targeted by the "death demon."

Moreover, as commonly known, the "demon" does not use weapons.

But that night, the sentries at the armory saw a scene that made their hearts stop.

In the deep darkness, the giant demon with horns, emanating an aura of death, slowly approached them.

In its hands, which were supposed to be empty, was an M2 Browning heavy machine gun!

The long ammunition belt stretched behind him, feeding into a massive iron ammo box on his back.

"F***!"

Just witnessing this scene made the few guards lose all will to resist.

In their hearts, there was only one prayer: 'Oh great demon, can you please leave our bodies intact?'

"Ra ta ta ta ta ta..."

The long-silent M2 began to roar, and a line of fire cut through, slicing people and walls in half.

The death demon had arrived!

...

At Bagram Air Base, the phones in the intelligence room rang off the hook.

The operator barely picked up the call and after hearing from the other side for some time he decided to wake up every high-ranking officer in the intelligence room, including the base commander.

Something big was happening.

By the time General Glen arrived, the room was already packed with people.

"Where's the phone? What's going on? I want to hear them report in person!"

The people around him stood in stunned silence.

The operator whispered, "The line was cut off a while ago…"

Glen paused slightly, and the operator helpfully played back a recording.

"Help, help...the demon is here...bang, bang..."

"F***, he's got...a gun...bang...oh f***, f***, f***! He's coming for us!"

"Please calm down, where's your commanding officer?" the operator asked.

"Calm my ***! Officer? The officer just got his head blown off! A 12.7mm bullet—his brains are all over me, and you're telling me to calm down?"

The operator tried to console him: "I've already reported to the commander and the base's highest officer. What's the situation on the ground?"

"...Bang, bang...the ground...blood everywhere, corpses all over...send help! We can't stop him...boom...the tanks can't hit him at all..."

"F***, I just made eye contact with him..."

Beep——

"Hello, hello? Are you still there? Hello..."

The recording ended.

General Glen looked in disbelief at Intelligence Chief Pulver: "Didn't you say he wouldn't attack a large base?"

Pulver's face was full of pain, his lips trembling: "Things...are unpredictable!"

He walked to the computer in the intelligence room, connected it to his phone, and took a deep breath.

"One of my subordinates at the armory sent me a picture before he died. Everyone, take a look."

Soon, a giant screen displayed the photo.

It was still the familiar death demon.

But what darkened their vision was that the demon had an ammo box on its back, was holding an M2 Browning heavy machine gun, and was grinning maniacally while firing!

General Glen swayed: "The demon can use a machine gun? And you're just telling me now?"

The entire intelligence room fell silent.

The demon could use a machine gun and was very good at it—who would have thought?

At this point, the U.S. military urgently deployed surveillance satellites, and the screen showed the situation at the armory.

All they could see was darkness in the distant mountains, with the base being the only place lit up by explosions, the flames raging beautifully.

General Glen gritted his teeth and roared: "Where are the standby pilots? Get them in the air immediately with the heaviest bombs. I want him bombed to death!"

"There are still two GBU-43 MOAB bombs in the warehouse, right? Get them loaded onto the bomber. I want to obliterate him!"

Those present hesitated to speak.

What are GBU-43 MOAB bombs?

They are almost the most powerful bombs humans have under nuclear weapons, with a 600-meter radius that leaves no life behind.

Once dropped, the base won't need a rescue mission—no one would survive.

Pulver hesitated: "General, isn't using the MOAB a bit excessive..."

Before he could finish, Glen's bloodshot eyes locked onto him.

Pulver sighed internally and fell silent.

Seeing this, no one else said anything.

Glen scanned the room and snorted coldly: "You don't need to worry. I'll take full responsibility for the consequences.

But right now, I only have one demand—kill that demon!"

With his order, three planes armed with 500-pound bombs took off, and the ground crews started preparing for more.

The GBU-43 MOAB bombs, weighing several tons and requiring transport aircraft for deployment, were getting ready.

...

On the other side, Cohen, though rampaging through the armory, had not killed as many as he had hoped.

Out of nearly a thousand people, he had only eliminated around three hundred. The rest either hid in various parts of the base or fled.

He reached the armory and easily found the two Jericho missiles.

With brute force, he dragged them to the warehouse entrance and, using the backdoor Stark left, activated the launch system.

After a series of operations, he input the coordinates for Bagram Air Base. Following a few "beep beep beep" sounds...

"Boom!"

Two missiles shot into the sky, drawing a graceful arc as they headed straight for their destination.

(End of Chapter)