111: Chapter 111 The Pentagon's Pizza Orders Are Booming

On a hillside over a dozen kilometers away from the manor, Fu Haoran signaled the convoy to stop.

In the distance, Victor Manor sat nestled in a valley surrounded by dense forests, spanning nearly a thousand acres. Stone walls enclosed the entire territory, with a century-old castle-style main building standing in the center. Scattered around it were villas, stables, and underground fortifications. Hidden sentries and observation posts were tucked away in the forest—it was a veritable iron fortress that had been maintained for two hundred years.

Tychus, with a cigar in his mouth, was clad in carapace armor and carried a boarding shield wide enough to serve as a stretcher, perfectly fitting his role as the Governor's bodyguard.

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Tychus blew a smoke ring and asked unhurriedly, "Boss, where do you plan to breach from? A frontal assault or a flanking maneuver? Should I take the vanguard squad and clear out the front gate sentry post first?"

In his experience, attacking a private fortress like this that had been built up over a century meant biting into a hard bone no matter where you hit. Indoor urban combat was a meat grinder; casualties were absolutely inevitable.

He wanted to see how this Governor, who never played by the rules, planned to break the situation this time.

Fu Haoran picked up the communicator and said only one sentence: "Firepower coordinates synchronized. Fire all rounds. Plow this entire area flat for me."

Tychus was stunned. "What? We're not going in? You don't want the treasures inside anymore?"

Fu Haoran glanced at him as if looking at an idiot. "Huh? Why would I go in for a direct assault? Why would I play at urban combat with heretics when I have artillery? Am I crazy?"

"As for the treasures inside, a local landlord's meager possessions aren't worth me risking the lives of my brothers."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp whistle echoed from the horizon.

Three valkyrie gunships roared past. Simultaneously, four Manticore missile tanks opened fire.

The first heavy bunker-buster missile, trailing a tail of flame, slammed precisely into the center of the manor's castle.

An earth-shattering explosion rang out. The century-old castle collapsed halfway instantly. Fragments of reinforced concrete flew everywhere, and the entrance to the underground fortifications was completely blasted open.

However, it wasn't over. A second and third bunker-buster followed in quick succession, effectively turning the entire manor's underground works upside down.

Finally, the valkyrie gunships dove down. This time, they weren't dropping vehicles, but a staggering number of aerial bombs!

As the aerial bombs detonated, waves of fire instantly engulfed the entire manor. Even the three-meter-thick stone walls were reduced to rubble.

In less than three minutes, the scenic century-old manor was directly leveled into a patch of charred ruins.

The cigar in Tychus's mouth fell straight to the ground. He was dumbstruck.

He suddenly felt that his own prideful lack of a moral bottom line actually had room to be lowered further compared to this Governor.

This guy's methods were the ones that were truly dirty!

Just leveling the enemy's home like that... it was truly ruthless.

Fu Haoran glanced at the kill records ticking away on his system panel and nodded with satisfaction.

[System Prompt: Killed Slaanesh Blood-Bound × 2147, Universal Points +107,350]

But he soon frowned.

Something was wrong.

Victor had lived for two hundred years. As a major boss of the Slaanesh faction recognized by the system, he couldn't be that insignificant, right? Not even a kill notification after he died?

Adhering to the principle of leaving nothing to chance, Fu Haoran decided to call for another wave of missile saturation. Anyway, these were things scavenged from the Marvel world; it would be a waste not to use them.

Just then, a sharp screech pierced the night sky.

A giant, blood-colored bat soared into the sky from the ruins.

[Detected Slaanesh Intermediate Demon Unit: Chaos Servant Victor (Mutant), Threat Level: Medium Danger]

[Mission Triggered: Kill Slaanesh Chaos Servant (Mutant), Reward: Universal Points +10,000, Hive City Reputation +20,000]

Watching the fruits of his two hundred years of effort turn into scorched earth, Victor's reason was completely consumed by rage.

He locked his gaze onto Fu Haoran on the hillside. "You yellow-skinned bastard! You destroyed my two-hundred-year foundation! I will drain every single drop of your blood!"

With a flap of his wings, he dove down, moving so fast he was nothing but a blur, charging straight for Fu Haoran's face.

Victor wasn't charging mindlessly. As long as he could kill this human who had destroyed everything he had, he could rely on drinking human blood to recover quickly. Even if he had to flee to a far-off land, he could make a comeback.

Fu Haoran didn't even lift an eyelid as he ordered into the communicator, "Target airborne. Open up with all anti-air fire. Whoever shoots it down gets a second-class merit."

The soldiers' eyes instantly turned red with eagerness.

Over a dozen man-portable anti-air missiles were launched simultaneously, their tail flames lighting up half the night sky, accompanied by Hellgun beams that looked like a spider's web.

To an uninformed observer, it might have looked like a light show was being held here.

Victor pulled wild evasive maneuvers in the air, his speed so great he left afterimages, dodging the first few missiles.

But there were too many missiles. Finally, one hit his wing directly, followed immediately by several laser beams piercing through his body.

Victor fell from the sky like a kite with a broken string, slamming heavily into the ruins and remaining motionless.

Tychus watched through his binoculars for a long time and didn't see Victor move once. He was just about to ask if they should send someone to check when he heard Fu Haoran's order:

"Firepower coverage. Plow over the target's corpse for me. Ensure not a single scrap of that heretic remains."

As the command fell, hundreds of Hellgun beams poured out instantly. The concentrated fire riddled the spot where Victor had fallen, even churning up the ground by three feet, turning layer after layer of charred earth.

Victor, who had been blasted until he only had half a life left and was planning to use a feigned death to slip away, saw the sky full of beams coming his way.

Before he died, only one thought remained in his mind:

Wait! Shouldn't the normal procedure be to send people to inspect the body?! You didn't even look and just went straight to firepower coverage?! Even the American military isn't as wasteful as you!

[System Prompt: Killed Slaanesh Chaos Servant Victor (Mutant), Universal Points +10,000, Hive City Reputation +20,000]

[System Prompt: Hive City (North America) Reputation level increased to: Revered. Local faction cooperation permissions, policy bias, and basic intelligence network unlocked.]

Fu Haoran glanced at the system prompts, didn't think much of it, and casually closed the panel.

Tychus looked at the scorched ruins and couldn't help asking, "Boss, you're not going in to scavenge? This old geezer lived for two hundred years; there's no telling how much treasure he hid."

Fu Haoran got into the car without looking back. "There's no need to take risks just to pick through trash."

...

On the other side, in the basement of an abandoned house in Yellowstone town.

Lucian huddled in a cold, dark corner, listening to the continuous explosions in the distance, a smile of survival after a disaster appearing on his face.

Lucian knew that the main group was too large a target and definitely couldn't escape. He had unhesitatingly sold out all his kin to act as bait and distract the pursuers while he hid in an abandoned house in the town.

Once Fu Haoran and Victor were both weakened from fighting each other, he would either smuggle himself out or return to gather the remnants and make a comeback.

Suddenly, the iron door of the basement was smashed open.

Over a dozen pitch-black Cyber-Mastiffs rushed in, their infrared cameras locking onto him instantly.

Lucian's face turned pale. He turned and smashed through a wall to run outside.

He had never been chased like this in his life.

A generation's Wolf King was actually being chased by a pack of dogs!

In the past, he could kill one with a single slap, and one look could scare away a whole pack.

But now, if he dared to throw a slap, he'd be bitten by the whole pack!

Lucian was backed into a dead end. With bloodshot eyes, he snarled and lunged back, his claws crushing the lead Mastiff.

But more Mastiffs swarmed him instantly, their jaws locking onto his limbs and neck.

He struggled desperately but simply couldn't shake them off.

Just then, the massive roar of an engine approached. A valkyrie gunship hovered over the alley, its searchlight locking onto his position.

Lucian's last thought before death was: Wait, actually, I could be a loyal dog too.

With a boom of the cannon, Lucian was directly blasted into fragments.

[System Prompt: Killed Khorne Demon Lucian, Universal Points +10,000, Hive City Reputation +10,000]

...

By the time the main force returned to the Super Factory, the sky was beginning to brighten.

The ranchers who had come for the banquet had all been arranged to stay in the employee community.

The sounds of gunfire, explosions, and wolf howls from the previous night had terrified them so much they huddled in their rooms all night, not daring to sleep.

They had originally thought Fu Haoran would silence them all to keep the secret.

Old Dalton had held his young daughter through a sleepless night. However, the next day, when they timidly stepped out, they found no soldiers guarding them. The programmers and engineers continued their work as usual, and they were told they could leave.

The only frustrating thing was their pickup trucks parked at the factory gate. Every single one was battered and scarred, looking like they had been dragged back from a junkyard.

Some had smashed front ends, some had rolled over with ruined bodywork, and some were simply totaled.

But no one dared to utter a word of complaint. They took their keys and left immediately.

Fu Haoran watched the departing convoy, feeling a rare bit of apology. "Those brats were too reckless during the pursuit last night. Since the cars weren't theirs, they drove them to death."

"They bring the cars back either totaled or severely damaged, and then I have to clean up the mess."

"Sigh, send out a notice. Once our mass-produced cars are out, give them brand-new top-of-the-line models as compensation immediately."

...

Today, Pentagon was exceptionally busy.

Or rather, it had become increasingly busy since last night.

An emergency meeting called overnight had already been going on for six full hours.

The meeting room was brightly lit. The Secretary of Defense, the Army Chief of Staff, the Director of the CIA, and the Director of the FBI were all present. Even the President attended in person.

Pizzas were piled high on the table. Delivery drivers had already made three trips, and nearby pizza shops were swamped with orders.

In a time of peace, nearly eight hundred National Guard soldiers dying at once was a shocking piece of news that could stun the entire nation.

The atmosphere at the scene was heavy to the extreme; everyone was as if facing a formidable enemy.

The Army Chief of Staff slammed the report on the combat traces from the scene onto the table, his face ashen. "Two opposing forces were found at the scene. One side consisted of non-human creatures, preliminarily judged to be werewolf mutants—the same abnormal biological intelligence we received earlier."

"The other side... was highly trained. They appeared to use laser weapons and heavy bunker-buster missiles. Some are conventional weapons that exist in our inventory, but others are not within our known scope at all."

"Some of the technology even exceeds our current understanding."

The meeting room instantly erupted into a chaotic debate.

"Who is it? The Russians or the ones from the East?"

"Impossible! Their forces couldn't have infiltrated the mainland so silently and fought a battle in Yellowstone!"

"Could it be alien technology?!"

The President rubbed his throbbing temples, interrupted the arguments, and asked in a deep voice, "What about the National Guard survivors from the scene? Who discovered the scene first? Who saved them?"

The Director of the CIA quickly handed over the top-secret intelligence in his hand. "Mr. President, the survivors at the scene were rescued by armed personnel from a local tech company."

"The firepower traces at the scene also perfectly match this company's movement trajectory."

The President instantly sighed in relief and leaned back in his chair.

"Finally, some good news. Which company is it? A secret DARPA partner? Or a new division of Lockheed Martin?"

The generals and officials in the meeting room also nodded, all feeling that anyone who could bring out this kind of black technology must be a top defense giant or a secret military project.

The CIA Director's face looked conflicted. He confirmed the document in his hand three times before speaking up with difficulty.

"Mr. President, it's none of them."

"The company is called DYB Tech, headquartered right next to Yellowstone Park, and they own a Super Factory."

The Secretary of Defense's eyes lit up. "Their main business is military products?"

The CIA Director swallowed. "No, their main business is... fast-charging power banks and outdoor energy storage equipment. They just became a hit on Amazon last month and are currently the number one power bank brand in North America by sales."

The meeting room instantly fell into a dead silence.

The coffee cup in the President's hand hung in mid-air, stopping a few centimeters from his mouth. He was completely frozen.

That power bank he had casually picked up at a press conference—he had only thought it was useful at the time, but now his back felt a bit cold.

After a long while, he spoke in disbelief, "Say that again? What kind of products?"

"Power banks. The kind used to charge mobile phones."

The pen in the Secretary of Defense's hand fell onto the table with a 'clack'. He suddenly stood up and cursed, "Bullshit! What kind of power bank seller can pull out bunker-busters and gunships to level a century-old manor?!"

"Tell me, why does a mobile power source seller have stronger firepower than the United States Army?!"

The meeting room erupted into chaos once again.

No one could accept that the top black-tech power they were so wary of and had stayed up all night to study was actually a company that sold power banks.

The reporting subordinate said cautiously, "Actually, we found an eyewitness."

The meeting room went quiet instantly, and everyone's eyes were pinned on him.

"Who is the witness? Where are they?" the President asked impatiently.

"His name is Tom. He was previously an analyst at Goldman Sachs. He's currently in Yellowstone and witnessed the entire battle last night."