Chapter 381 Another Form of Killing
This terrifying destructive effect made the Americans gasp in cold air. They were deeply shocked by the power of this formidable weapon, and at the same time, they secretly felt fortunate to have received assistance from the Dragon Kingdom.
And now, it was finally time for the Individual Mecha to make their move.
President Biden took a deep breath, then decisively ordered one hundred Individual Mecha to strike and eliminate the remaining monsters.
Upon receiving the order, the Mecha Warriors immediately sprang into action like arrows released from a bow, flying rapidly toward their destination.
With the assistance of the mecha AI, these soldiers quickly mastered how to operate the Individual Mecha.
They pushed their speed to the limit, streaking across the sky like afterimages; the speed was so fast it was dazzling.
Soon, they arrived at their destination.
Subsequently, they began to execute the encirclement mission.
The remaining monsters, having lost their main force, had long since become like birds startled by the mere twang of a bowstring. They fled in terror in all directions, but in front of these steel-forged Individual Mecha, there was absolutely no possibility of escape.
The Mecha Warriors operated the Particle Laser Cannons, precisely locking onto every single monster.
As dazzling laser beams shot out, the monsters let out bursts of miserable screams one after another, then collapsed to the ground, never to move again.
Their bodies were pierced and charred by the Particle Laser Cannons, emitting pungent odors, becoming sacrificial victims on this battlefield.
President Biden was also closely watching the actions of the mecha, his eyes filled with tension and anticipation.
As the last monster was killed, cheers erupted in the command room, a sound so deafening that it seemed as if it would blow the roof off the entire command center.
Everyone's face was brimming with excitement and joy; they hugged each other, high-fived, and celebrated this hard-won victory.
The Individual Mecha, in coordination with naval guns, completed a perfectly executed round of slaughter against the monster tide. This was a tremendous boost for the soldiers participating in the battle, and their confidence soared to unprecedented heights.
"As expected of the Dragon Kingdom's weapons. With these weapons, what do we have to fear from these monsters!"
One soldier waved his fist excitedly and shouted loudly.
"I think it's time to counterattack! Let's drive these monsters out of our country!"
Another soldier joined in the shouting, his eyes filled with firmness and determination.
The soldiers' morale was at an all-time high, and everyone was rubbing their hands and eager to give it a try!
It was as if they could already see the dawn of victory right before their eyes, and they couldn't wait to completely drive these monsters out of their homeland.
President Biden saw this, feeling very gratified, yet at the same time, he felt very conflicted.
He knew very well that this high morale all came from the powerful weapons provided by the Dragon Kingdom. Without these weapons, their soldiers might still be in endless despair at this moment, fighting arduous battles against the monsters every day, with people constantly sacrificing themselves, getting injured, or perhaps already having been assimilated by the monsters, becoming soulless walking corpses.
But regardless, they now seemed to have the conditions for a counterattack, which ignited a spark of hope in President Biden's heart.
He knew deeply that this was a rare opportunity. If they could seize it well, perhaps they could really turn the tide of the war and save the Americans from the depths of misery.
At this moment, everyone's gaze was fixed on President Biden; those eyes were filled with anticipation and longing, all waiting for him to issue the order to counterattack.
Looking at these burning gazes, President Biden knew that they were thinking the same thing as he was.
The Secretary of State spoke first:
"Mr. President, let's counterattack! We have been looking forward to this moment for a long time. Now, with the help of the Dragon Kingdom's weapons, we will surely succeed!"
Others also chimed in one after another:
"Counterattack! Counterattack! Let these monsters know our power and take back our homeland!"
President Biden looked at the Secretary of Defense, who nodded slightly, indicating approval of the timing for a counterattack.
He said with a firm gaze: "Mr. President, judging from the current situation, our soldiers' morale is high, and our weaponry possesses powerful lethality. A counterattack at this time has a high chance of success."
"We cannot miss this opportunity; otherwise, once the monsters reorganize, we will fall into an even more passive situation."
President Biden took a deep breath. He felt everyone's determination and expectations, and he also knew deeply that this was a gamble, but for the future of the Americans, he had to take the risk.
He was about to issue the order for the counterattack immediately.
Just at this moment, the large screen in the command room suddenly flickered. The previously clear satellite image instantly vanished, and the screen suddenly went black.
Immediately after, strange sounds came from it.
"Is it working now?"
"It's still black on my end."
"It's working, it's working. My King, are you sure you don't want to speak to them yourself?"
"Fine, fine, fine. Since that's the case, I will speak."
"Mr. L, look at the camera."
The next second, the previously pitch-black screen suddenly had an image.
A person was seen sitting in the center of the frame, wearing a strange mask. The mask had a bizarre design, as if it were a prop from some ancient, mysterious ritual, making it impossible to see his face, only allowing one to feel a mysterious and oppressive aura rushing toward them.
"President Biden? Are you playing with fire?"
"Do you know who your opponent is?"
"For slaughtering my subjects, you will pay the price for your foolish behavior."
The masked person said, his voice carrying a hint of anger and majesty, as if he were a judge from hell, making people shudder.
President Biden frowned slightly, carefully examining the person on the screen, then slowly said:
"Mr. L?"
The other party was clearly stunned, seemingly not expecting President Biden to guess his identity so easily, then quickly said:
"Mr. L? I... I don't know him!"
The voice carried a hint of panic, and although he tried his best to conceal it, it was still keenly captured by President Biden.
President Biden smiled. He looked at the person on the screen and said confidently:
"Mr. L, do you think that by lowering your voice and wearing a mask, I wouldn't be able to recognize who you are?"
Upon hearing this, the other party suddenly fell silent, and the entire scene seemed to freeze.
After a while, he slowly threw the mask on his face aside, and Mr. L's true face was revealed.
Although there were some tentacles on his chin, it still allowed the Americans to recognize at a glance that this was undoubtedly Mr. L.
Mr. L sneered and said:
"President Biden, I underestimated your intelligence. I didn't expect that my such profound disguise would be easily exposed by you."
Seeing this scene, the Americans couldn't help but complain:
"It's clearly because your disguise was too clumsy; you were exposed right from the start."
President Biden's eyes widened in anger; that gaze seemed capable of spitting fire!
Staring straight at Mr. L on the screen, he roared angrily:
"Mr. L, we need an explanation!"
"Tell me, why did we once try so hard to help you control the Americans, only to receive such cruel harm from you in return?"
"Do you know how many people have died in this terrible disaster?"
"The entire country has fallen into endless grief and panic, and the culprit of all this seems to have intricate connections with you. You must give us an explanation!"
Mr. L, however, just curled his lips in indifference, his face wearing a hint of coldness and arrogance, and said slowly:
"No, they are not dead. They have just been assimilated into our subjects."
"If you want to talk about death, what truly killed them was the weapons in your hands."
"In the process of your fighting against the monsters, hadn't those powerful firepowers also taken many lives?"
"Your so-called protection, in my eyes, is nothing but another form of slaughter."