Lure

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The Mandarin raised his right hand high, and the disintegration beam ring on his ring finger sparkled brilliantly. This light could destroy the connections between all atoms and molecules. A silver thread, hundreds of meters long, shot out from the ring, sweeping in a lightning-fast circle around its axis.

The entire half of the street, soldiers, weapons, and buildings were all cleaved in half. This was the biggest wave of casualties since the conflict began.

Mountains of corpses and seas of blood, with limbs scattered everywhere. Some died on the spot, while others wailed in pain in pools of blood.

The soldiers who escaped either by fluke or luck could no longer suppress their fears. Forget about the Minister of Defense and military court, we're not fighting anymore! someone yelled, and a group of people began to run for their lives.

At this moment, elites and regular soldiers made no difference. The hard training and sophisticated weapons in their hands couldn't make them feel secure. There was only one choice – to run!

Before, there was an element of acting in their escape, but now it was a genuine sprint. Helmets and rifles were discarded on the ground, yet they still felt it wasn't fast enough, regretting that they only had two legs.

"..." Two generals in the command center stiffly locked eyes, both seeing the fear in the other's eyes, yet neither spoke first.

Ordinary soldiers could run; the principle that the law doesn't blame the public is very well applicable under a democratic system. But these two couldn't run; they were generals! If they ordered to abandon Kandahar, how would they explain it to the country? How could they justify that an old man single-handedly defeated the garrison of a whole city?

In fact, they weren't the only ones afraid; Daisy was also a bit nervous.

The Mandarin's disintegration light could be described as overbearing. With a flash of silver light, everything was cut in half. The ring's attack power was extremely high; at least, Daisy couldn't see where the upper limit was. Moreover, the firing speed was exceptionally fast, and Daisy doubted she could defend against it.

However, she had memory support and keen observation. After a moment of thought, she said, "Generals, look at his fingers. After the cutting light just now, the ring on his ring finger completely dimmed."

The two old men examined it carefully. They didn't have Daisy's strong vision and memory. To them, the ring looked the same before and after the attack. What fluorescent silver light? Could you see such things with the naked eye?

Fortunately for them, the on-site instruments could calculate it.

A staff officer scanned with a computer and found that the energy on the ring was significantly weaker after that burst.

"Can that ability only be used once?" asked the lieutenant general tentatively.

Daisy had to shatter his illusion, "It seems there's a time limit, but it can't be used again in a short time."

Several staff officers came to a similar conclusion. This relieved the two generals.

"Both of you, our estimate of the enemy was insufficient. Plan A has failed; let's initiate Plan B. Cover the surviving soldiers and have them withdraw." Daisy said with a serious tone.

As the order reached the front lines, three Raptor fighter jets quickly took off.

Sidewinder missiles struck The Mandarin's shield from three different angles.

The planes were cunning; they flew far away after launching the missiles, and The Mandarin hesitated. In his eyes, the memories of the pilots were almost the same. The three planes flew in different directions, and since he couldn't clone himself, he decided to go after the regular soldiers.

Unfortunately, the jets kept pestering him, launching missiles periodically. Whenever he chased, they fled, and when he stopped pursuing, they returned to harass him.

Compared to energy manipulation, The Mandarin wasn't particularly fast. Two Mach-speed jets were hard to catch, and he couldn't pursue them effectively.

While being harassed by fighter jets and chasing down remaining soldiers, regular soldiers lost their organization and comrades. They couldn't withstand The Mandarin's massacre, even though they had received orders for a scattered retreat. The casualties were immense.

He advanced like an unstoppable force, leaving a path of blood formed by the corpses of the fallen behind him.

After a dragging five minutes, the surviving US soldiers scattered like birds and beasts. The Mandarin couldn't be bothered to chase those ordinary people and strode into the military base.

His experience told him the enemy might have set traps, but The Mandarin didn't care. He had already taken precautions against previous shock bombs. What else did the enemy have? The gap in strength was like an elephant facing an ant; would the elephant care about the ant's traps?

"Boom!" A loud explosion. The heavy metal protective door, weighing hundreds of pounds, was blasted open. The Mandarin knew about this underground base from the pilot's memories. He casually kicked the door open and walked in.

"Come out and pay respects to your king! I am the descendant of Genghis Khan, the sole ruler of this land! Submitting to me is your honor!"

The Mandarin shouted, but no one paid any attention. It was eerily quiet around him, with only his own voice echoing inside and spreading further.

"Stop shouting; you're really annoying. I thought this was a vacation mission..." Daisy, dressed in special agent uniform, walked out, looking quite speechless.

She had intended to command from behind, but the American soldiers ran away. No matter how much high the rank of generals was, they couldn't control the troops. To execute the plan, Daisy had no choice but to step up herself.

She had an Adamantium alloy dagger hidden in her wrist guard as a trump card. The only visible weapon was a handgun, which unfortunately were merely for decoration.

"It's you... Kneel down, and I'll grant you unimaginable power," The Mandarin spoke English fluently, despite his somewhat confused mind, he still remembered Daisy.

Daisy grinned awkwardly, "I kneel down, will you give me a ring?"

"Bold! How dare you covet divine artifacts!" The Mandarin exploded on the spot. With a fierce wave of his left hand, a lightning storm that covered the entire room was thrown out. He intended to electrocute this insolent mixed-race woman into charcoal.

The lightning was too powerful; indoor monitoring equipment was completely destroyed. Half of the base's lighting and surveillance facilities were also damaged. Inside the room, only the faint blue arcs and the subtle metallic sheen around Daisy's wrist were visible.

The destruction of surveillance made Daisy overjoyed; she had been hesitating about revealing her abilities.

Facing the electric web, she showed no fear. She could handle Storm's lightning, and The Mandarin's move wasn't nearly as powerful.

She pushed off the wall with both feet, maintaining the highest speed of an ordinary person. Seemingly dangerously, she dodged the lightning and swiftly rushed out of the room.

The Mandarin didn't realize she was still hiding her strength, sneering darkly, "Little mouse, you'll realize your struggles are meaningless."

"Boom!" "Thud!" Explosions echoed in the underground base. In the rear command room, people were nervous for Daisy, as the monitoring equipment was destroyed; they couldn't see the scene but judged from the sounds that the female agent was still holding her ground.

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