Chapter 24 Tomorrow the bad guys will disappear
Another new day has arrived.
After the rain, the sky cleared up, the sun shone on the world, and Lyon began to rush to the battlefield.
This was his second time flying to Afghanistan, so he was familiar with the route.
It took only a few minutes to get there and overtake more than a dozen Boeing planes.
Leon floated in the air, looking down at the blue world under the clouds.
His eyes moved from time to time, locking onto each target more accurately than a radar.
It was already night in Afghanistan, and most of the Ten Commandments bases had begun martial law and were preparing to rest.
However, there are always some terrorists who are so cruel that they will harass civilians as the night deepens.
Lyon first targeted this group of people.
"You guys first!"
He saw two armed terrorists kicking the door of a civilian's house.
So he tilted his body and fell downwards in an instant.
The bio-force field made Leon come silently like the god of death.
When he landed, he dispersed the force field, and the ground beneath his feet cracked in all directions like a spider web, making a dull falling sound.
The sound startled the two terrorists who had just kicked open the door.
They turned around with guns in hand and saw Leon dressed in strange clothes. They immediately came up to him cursing.
"Dari? Are you Iranian or Tajik?" Leon asked in Dari.
He had learned most of the official languages on Earth in the past few days and could understand the Dari swear words spoken by the two.
However, the two men remained indifferent and even wanted to put the muzzle of the gun to his head.
Leon shook his head: "It seems that you don't want to communicate."
"Goodbye then!" He stretched out his hands, grabbed the two men's necks like a phantom, lifted them above his head, and gently twisted them.
There were two crisp clicks, and the two terrorists dropped their heads and stopped breathing.
Leon dropped the body and was about to leave, but then he thought of something and turned back to look at the family who were hugging each other in silence in the room.
This is a typical Pashtun family.
The elderly father had a full beard, sunken eyes, sallow skin and cracked lips.
The mother and her two daughters were wearing long gowns, a combination of brown and orange, which is a type of Pashtun national costume.
They all looked at Leon in fear, their bodies trembling, not daring to speak, and could only desperately hide their two daughters' heads in their arms.
"You don't have to worry about the consequences of these two people dying here."
Lyon said in Pashto, the official language of Afghanistan: "It's late at night, go back to sleep, and when you wake up tomorrow morning, all the terrorist organizations nearby will be gone."
After saying that, Leon turned around and floated in the air, sweeping his eyes and locking onto the next target.
"Please, please!" Just as he was about to leave, a childish voice suddenly called out from inside the room.
Leon turned around and saw the youngest girl in the family.
The girl was about seven or eight years old. Her frightened mother covered her mouth, but she still struggled to pry her mother's hand away and asked timidly.
"You, are you Superman?"
Leon wore a uniform he made himself, a red cape, appeared at the critical moment, and could fly. He really looked like a superman.
But Leon was stunned.
He didn't expect that Hollywood's cultural output would be so powerful that even the suffering families in Afghanistan knew about Superman.
...But think about it, a few years ago, before the Americans came here, there must have been a rich entertainment life here.
"I'm not, but it's okay for you to call me that."
Leon first answered the little girl's question with a smile, and then comforted the two parents: "It's okay, I will leave soon, and so will those guys from the Ten Rings Gang."
"So you're here to help us?" the little girl suddenly asked again. She became bolder after getting the answer. "Just like you beat up those bad guys on TV?"
Leon was silent for a while, then nodded: “Yes, I am here to drive away the bad guys, and they will not bully you in the future.”
"Great! Superman, you're awesome!" The little girl cheered, broke free from her mother's hand and ran towards Leon, wanting to hug his thighs.
Leon laughed dumbly, landed on the ground, squatted down and held down the little carrot head: "What's your name?"
"Shafiqa, my name is Shafiqa Mazari!"
"Okay, Shafiqa, listen to me. Go back to your room, lie on the bed, and have a good dream. Then when you wake up tomorrow morning, all the bad guys will be gone. Okay?"
The little girl didn't agree. She looked at Leon with her big eyes: "Are you leaving, Superman?"
“Safika,” Leon answered irrelevantly and tapped the little girl’s forehead with his index finger: “Next time, don’t talk to strangers so easily. Also, listen to your mother!”
After saying that, Leon stood up, took a step back, and flew into the clouds with a sound of breaking through the air.
The little girl and her family ran to the yard together, looking at the dark night sky, shocked.
"Thank God, he is truly a superman!" The old father made a blessing gesture.
That night, the family suddenly began to look forward to tomorrow's life.
……
Lyon quickly cleared out all terrorists in Afghanistan that were harassing civilians.
Each time he just showed up, threw a punch, and left.
A set of processes is completed within one second.
It takes no more than ten minutes in total.
After clearing out the minions, Leon began to destroy the terrorist base.
If it is a normal strategic offensive, it should be to attack small bases first, erode the terrorist forces step by step, and finally drive them out of the country.
But Lyon certainly won't do that.
His first stop was the largest base of the Ten Rings Gang.
He was flying in the clouds, his cloak rustling in the wind high in the sky.
At a glance there were more than seventy people patrolling the base below.
Under Leon's eyes of perspective, the remaining 4,000 or so combat members who were sleeping in the base were also clearly visible.
In addition to this, he also saw a Jericho missile in a tent in the camp.
That was a high-powered weapon that Tony had developed not long ago. One round of artillery shells could flatten a hill.
"How could there be a Jericho missile here? Tony, Tony, you are really helping the evil." Although Tony felt very guilty now, Leon still couldn't help but mutter.
He even took out his cell phone.
"Jarvis," Leon called out, "Take a picture of everything I see and send it to Tony after the battle."
"Especially the Stark weapons that we saw during the process. Every detail was photographed for him to see."
Leon is going to make Tony feel so guilty that he won't be able to sleep all night today.
"Okay, Master Leon, the camera has been activated for you." Jarvis' voice came from the phone.
Leon nodded silently and fell down: "The battle begins!"
This time he made no effort to conceal his tracks, and crashed into the Ten Rings camp like a meteorite, so fast that flames appeared in the air due to friction.
"Boom!" The deafening sound of a crash echoed throughout the camp.
The next moment the alarm was sounded, shouts of enemy attack rang out, and the terrorists quickly gathered.
Leon was standing in the middle of the camp, and he would use heat rays to kill every person who appeared.
Soon the terrorists discovered that half of their own men had already been killed before the fight even started.
Some people were awakened just as they were falling asleep at night, and upon hearing the tragic news, they began shouting "monster" and began to flee.
However, they were soon killed by the remaining people's concentrated fire.
But the rest of the people weren't much better.
They didn't even dare to show their faces. They hid behind the tents, pulled out grenades, grenade launchers, rocket launchers, tank missiles, and Jericho missiles, intending to concentrate their firepower to destroy the invading monsters without leaving any ashes.
