The Conspiracy of the Elites

Chapter 410: a major invasion

Bzzz!

Clark felt his brain vibrating for a long time as everything suddenly turned static to him. The air seemed to have become thick and muddy, making his thoughts turn slow, even the surroundings.

In the virtual market headquarters, a blue glow surrounded the enormous building as it protected it from the aftereffects of the bomb.

But this was not enough to block every damage as Clark only got to activate the shield at the last moment.

All over the virtual market, individuals already sustained various degrees of injuries. Only the shield prevented them from dying immediately, and over 80% of them became unconscious.

Some randomly flew in the air of the building due to the enormous kinetic power exerted by the bomb. Others collided with each other in mid-air, while the unluckier ones collided with hard metallic objects.

The scenery was pure chaos in the headquarters, and this random gravitative movement in the air severely aggravated the injuries of the customers who visited.

Even Clark felt his body being affected by the force of inertia.

This was a terrifying state but his physique as a high-grade soldier enabled him to recover shortly after. His dazed eyes quickly regained their focus before darkening as he moved immediately.

Most of his weapons were not with him as he was in casual clothes, but he still had the basic get-up befitting a high-grade soldier.

Immediately after he started moving, he extended his mental power through the amplification of his implant to take over control of the headquarters.

As the headquarters of a virtual market, they had the basic installations to protect their customers in emergencies.

These measures were still inactive because the operators were also affected by the shockwaves of the bomb. They were probably unconscious too; he was the only one who could do it now.

Immediately after he connected and got access, he gave the necessary commands and they came to effect instantly.

The ceiling of the headquarters suddenly rolled in, and what seemed like air vents came out. With a mighty blast, what seemed like a gravitational force was sent down as it immediately pushed every customer down.

Immediately after this happened, the lights in the headquarters switched on again as they were connected to another machine for electric supply.

Also at the same time, a huge laboratory underground was opened, and robots started rushing out in droves.

These were first-aid robots, they could apply the necessary first-aid to injured customers instantly before the doctors came to attend to them.

Though the might of the gravitative field pushing down was powerful, it was nowhere enough to restrain and keep Clark in one place.

As soon as he confirmed that the headquarters was stabilized, without hesitation, he broke through the transparent glass and jumped outside.

Rumble!

Another bomb was dropped, destroying other nearby buildings wantonly.

As soon as Clark jumped out of the building, he finally saw the opponents. 6 helicopters hovered in the sky, and further higher in the sky hid 2 war jets armed to the teeth with state-of-the-art weapons.

In the streets, soldiers that did not belong to the Spartan republic were patrolling with such confidence like this was their home.

They were taking the civilians hostage, but anyone that resisted, they didnt hesitate to pull the trigger and kill.

Seeing this barbaric action, Clark raged. Seeing the logo that he was extremely familiar with since he was a child in both the soldiers uniforms and the helicopters hovering in the sky, his rage peaked.

The Mocan Republic!

As he growled this, his body already took action even before his brain could process everything. Right now, he was like an irritated bulldog who had the chain restraining it cut.

In moments, he tore his casual polo shirts open and reached out for his 2 long knives that were hidden inside his body.

As he sprinted forward, his eyes were already dyed red with blood.

The Mocan soldiers rapidly sweeping through the streets saw the anomaly that was approaching them immediately. They were surprised, thinking that the military units of Vatican City already responded to the attack.

But they quickly got to the right answer, this was a soldier caught in the action. Without hesitation, they turned to shoot at him.

Tu! Tu! Tu! Tu!

The bullets lined up in such meticulous and arranged order like they were being carefully drawn by an artist. Despite this immaculate shooting, Clark weaved left-right and dodged them all.

The soldiers immediately confirmed that this soldier was different and was probably a high-grade soldier, but that was where they got stuck.

Clark decisively activated his battle art.

Boom!

His figure flashed forward, leaving afterimages behind as he arrived among the ranks of the Mocan soldiers immediately. They tried to react but his sickle-like knives of death were countless times faster.

Slash! Slash!

The first 2 soldiers died smoothly to the shot.

His body, his legs, his head, his hands, they all moved in tandem at such frightening coordination and speed that all the Mocan soldiers could see was a blur.

Consumed by rage, he gave his all. His twin knives flashed left and right, reaping life after life despite the countermeasures that the Mocan soldiers tried to employ to slow down his momentum.

He was not on his exotic armor, but this was not a problem against soldiers of this caliber. Of course, high-grade soldiers were among them, but they also died to his knives.

In less than 2 seconds since he arrived in their midst, dozens of Mocan soldiers were already lying down dead.

Seeing this, the helicopters in the sky turned their weapons to target this man. Having seen everything through his implant, Clark reacted.

His boots tore apart, revealing the multi-purpose boots that were under. Then the multi-purpose boots erupted in a thick concentrated blue glow, granting him so many Newtons of force that he flew upwards like a rocket.

Before the nearby helicopter could react, he slammed into it. Clark tore the helicopter apart with the sheer power and physique granted to him as a 3rd rank high-grade soldier.

Boom!

The helicopter exploded, its remaining parts losing control in mid-air as it randomly rotated before crashing.

Without hesitation, the remaining 5 helicopters retreated into the distance.

Tu! Tu! Tu! Tu!

Soldiers came from another side; Vatican reinforcement was here.

As soon as Clark landed back down, he continued his massacre and made sure that the Vatican soldiers had a basic grasp of the situation before he retreated into the ranks of the soldiers.

He already had a guess but he wanted to clarify.

Changing his face to reveal his identity mid-way, he quickly got access to meet the Sergeant leading this counterattack.

Tell me the situation. He demanded sternly.

Yes, Lieutenant Colonel, its a major invasion from the Mocan Republic.

[Thanks for reading.]