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Chapter 426 The Central Theater Command Has Gone Mad! (Third Update!)

As the drone flew overhead, taking in the view below, Mahad muttered something for no apparent reason:
"I think this place is much better than the Middle East! We should come here to build our Islamic country!"

Hearing this, Mudel remained expressionless, his face expressionless as he carefully controlled the drone.

Meanwhile, Suzhou.

In Lin Yi's office, Mao Xiaofei, who was sitting in front of the computer, suddenly screamed, pointed at the screen, and shouted:

"It's started!"

"They've started up the drone and put it into operational mode!"

The shout startled Lin Yi and the others who were sleeping on the sofa. The four of them stared at each other for a while before their brains finally restarted and they realized what was going on.

Taking a deep breath, Lin Yi strode up behind Mao Xiaofei and focused his gaze on the computer screen.

After figuring out the location shown on the map and staring at the moving dot on the screen for a few seconds, his eyelids twitched involuntarily. He then turned his head and said to Tan Chuan and the other two, who were still sitting on the sofa:
"It looks like they're going to take down America's Ministry of Defense!"

In short, it was as if springs had been installed on the backsides of Tan Chuan and Zhu Jingyao on the sofa. The two old men sprang up from the sofa and ran behind Lin Yi in three steps, showing no signs of being elderly at all.

Once they could see the map clearly and the direction the green dot was moving, they both exclaimed "Holy crap!" in unison.

"Are these people crazy?"

"A ruthless man!"

"No... if this succeeds, it'll be a huge disaster!"

"That's not just funny, that's like setting off a powder keg."

Listening to the two old men's back-and-forth conversation, Mao Xiaofei timidly raised his head:

"Or, should I just remotely cut off the signal?"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhu Jingyao grabbed his shoulder: "Can the aerospace control center cut off the signal?"

Mao Xiaofei nodded: "Yes! I already granted them the permissions!"

Upon receiving this answer, Zhu Jingyao gently shook his head at Mao Xiaofei: "Then we don't need to worry about it!"

"The aerospace control center knows what to do. Since they haven't cut off the signal, it means that the leaders have spoken to them."

"Perfect timing. The Americans are always bragging about how strong their Pentagon's defenses are. If these guys manage to blow it up, it means the Americans' defenses aren't as strong as they claim."

"If they fail to blow it up, it means America wasn't just boasting; they really did what they said they would do."

After explaining, he suddenly asked, "Can you send the image back?"

"I'll give it a try!" Wang Xiaofei lowered his head and typed commands on the keyboard, but quickly looked up again: "The aerospace control center is collecting data. If I read data here, it will occupy the transmission channel."

With a snap, Zhu Jingyao gave Tan Chuan a look: "Keep resting, just wait to watch the news!"

As he spoke, he walked back to the sofa, sat down, and vigorously rubbed his cheeks with both hands:
"The Pentagon being bombed in America, just thinking about it is thrilling!"

"The White House will be next!"

"Even movies aren't filmed like this!"

Lin Yi stood to the side, wanting to add that there was indeed a movie called White House Down, but it wouldn't be released until 2013, so it wasn't appropriate to mention it now.

He looked at the screen for a while longer, then turned around and sat back down on the sofa to continue resting.

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A distance of 6 kilometers is not far for a high-speed flying drone; it is within the normal range.

After the drone controlled by Mahad flew over the residential area, the pentagonal building came into view, along with Ronald Reagan Washington Airport to the southeast.

As he got closer, he realized he had been too naive to have adopted Mudel's idea, because no matter how you looked at the Pentagon, there wasn't a single good spot to bomb it.

If the outer areas are bombed, it won't affect the core. If the core isn't affected, the Americans won't make a big fuss and will treat it as a minor matter.

You can't earn enough prestige on your own.

However, if the core area is bombed, people outside won't see it, and the Ministry of Defense in America can easily cover it up with just a few words.

You can't gain any prestige.

He shifted his gaze from the controller screen to Mudel beside him:
"Should we go and bomb the airport?"

"Shut up, I'm thinking!" Mudel replied abruptly, his gaze returning to the remote control screen.

After waiting for about 10 minutes, he suddenly said, "Watch out for that parking lot in the southwest corner; a lot of people are coming out!"

Mahathir quickly adjusted the drone's camera orientation, focusing it on the southwest parking lot of the Pentagon.

It was a huge parking lot, almost half the size of the Pentagon, and a group of people appeared at the junction of the airport and the Pentagon.

These people, dressed in suits and military uniforms, were slowly walking out.

These people were talking to other people as they walked.

Judging from their attire, they are clearly high-ranking officials.

Seeing these people, Mahad was somewhat excited. If he could kill them all, he would definitely gain enough prestige!
Taking a deep breath, he suddenly said, "There's no time to prepare, it's them!"

With that one sentence, he controlled the drone and crashed it into the densest part of the crowd.

Upon spotting the drone controlled by Mahad on the controller screen, Mudel turned around sharply, glared at Mahad, and quickly steered his drone toward another group of people on the ground.

Southwest corner of the Pentagon.

Price walked through the crowd, occasionally talking to his financial advisor Randall beside him. Around them were the audit team Randall had been looking for, as well as logistics officers from the Army, Navy, Air Force, and National Guard.

The purpose of their meeting at the Ministry of National Defense was to audit the finances of the Central Theater Command. They exchanged views, opinions, and interests during the meeting.

Next, all we need to do is follow the plan discussed at the meeting, and this task will be considered complete.

Walking in the sunlight, Price felt great, and even his gaze towards the people around him became exceptionally gentle.

As he walked, he suddenly heard a strange buzzing sound. He quickly scanned his surroundings but didn't find anything unusual.

Just as I was about to continue forward, I heard the person next to me say:
"What's that on your head?"

Price looked up and instinctively looked in the direction from which the sound came, only to find that the officials next to him were all looking up at the sky. Just as he was about to turn his head to look at the sky, a white shadow suddenly appeared in front of him, and the next second, an explosion rang out.

The white shadow exploded in the middle of the crowd, a silvery-white light flashing at the center of the blast. The immense force of the explosion tore apart those closest to it. Fragments of the white shadow also spread outwards with the shockwave.

There were several people between Price and the white shadow; the attack wave passed through them first before finally hitting him.

It hurts, but not that much!

The smoke and blood mist from the explosion spread and completely enveloped them. Before they could recover, Price caught another white figure out of the corner of his eye.

With another loud bang, Price fell completely silent.

Six kilometers west of the Pentagon, Mudel put down the remote control and grabbed Mahad by the collar: "Tell me, why did you launch the attack prematurely?"

"At the pace of Dahte and Hardy, they should have just arrived at the rental shop and be discussing renting a car with people."

"If you launch an attack now, the Americans will immediately block the roads once they realize what's happening, and we'll all be killed!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mudel grabbed one of Mahad's hands and shoved him forward, knocking him to the ground. He then pounced on Mahad and beat him mercilessly.

After throwing about ten punches in a row, Mudel finally stopped, panting, and shook his right hand, which was sore from hitting people, while glaring fiercely at Mahad.

Despite being beaten up, especially slapped in the face, Mahathir's expression wasn't one of anger, but rather one of excitement.

He slowly sat up, touched his swollen cheek with his hand, then touched the blood flowing from his nose, and put his blood-stained fingers into his mouth:

"A rare opportunity!"

"Among that group of people, I saw at least 20 majors, 13 lieutenant colonels, 5 colonels, and 2 major generals."

"This group of people were all gathered around the few men in suits in the middle, bowing and scraping to them."

"I can't even imagine who they are!"

"Their value is greater!"

"The results of this attack were even greater than those of 9/11!"

As he finished speaking, Mahad's expression grew increasingly ferocious, and his voice grew louder. He roared out his last words, then turned over and picked up another remote control to take off another drone.

The drone then headed towards the Pentagon.

Seeing him like this, Mudel knew that the man had gone mad and it was not advisable to persuade him. He rubbed his head vigorously and turned around to clean up the scene.

Now we can only hope that Hardy and the other person hear the sound, give up the idea of ​​buying supplies, and drive back as soon as possible.

Otherwise, they would all die here.

On the other side, on 7th Street in South Arlington, Mitre Motors.

Hardy was haggling with the car dealership owner when two soft explosions came from afar. The owner immediately stopped talking, turned and ran out the door, looked up and searched for a moment before his gaze fell to the east.

A few seconds later, he walked back to the shop, comforting Hardy and the other man as he went:
"It's nothing, it's just a signal from the Pentagon!"

"They're probably doing something messy again, just ignore it."

"I think the price you just mentioned was a bit low; we need to raise it a little!"

He had barely finished speaking when Hardy pulled out some money and slammed it on the table.

"At your price, it's fine. America is too dangerous. I need to get back to my lodgings right away."

"Okay!" For the sake of the money, the shopkeeper gave an "OK" sign, turned around, took a key from under the counter, slapped it on the table, and then picked up a rental contract and slapped it on the key:

"Once you sign your name, this car is temporarily yours!"

Hardy took the lease agreement, waved his hand, and signed his name.

After receiving the rental agreement and payment, the boss, with a smile, led the two to a garage and then to a white Toyota pickup truck.
"This is our little darling. You two must take good care of him. If he gets hurt, you'll lose your deposit!"

"Don't worry!" Hardy patted his chest forcefully, got into the car, started the engine, and stepped on the gas. When they arrived in Hutt, he smiled naturally and whistled at his boss.
"I'll send your little baby back in a week!"

"goodbye!"

Driving his Toyota past the taxi stand, Hardy immediately turned around and sped off along the same route. In the passenger seat, noticing that Hardy hadn't stopped at the convenience store, Dacht quickly asked:
"Aren't we going to buy supplies?"

"Buy my ass! Those two made their move first, we need to run!"

In less than 10 minutes, they found Mahad and Muder, who were already prepared in the woods, loaded the remaining supplies onto the truck, and drove off at breakneck speed toward the northwest.

On the highway from George W. Bush's intelligence center to Washington, D.C., Navarro had his right foot on the gas and the speed was fixed at 210 kilometers per hour, but he still felt that the speed was too slow and needed to go faster. This was too slow!

It needs to be even faster.

Seeing the slow-moving cars ahead, which resembled roadblocks, he honked his horn forcefully, trying to urge them to hurry up.

But then the phone rang again, making his already agitated mind even more agitated.

He reached for his phone and saw that the flashing number belonged to the leader of the CIA special forces team that had gone to the Pentagon to handle the incident. He quickly answered the call:
"What's going on at the scene?"

"A total of three explosions occurred at the scene. The first two explosions were about 20 seconds apart, and the second and third explosions were about 8 minutes apart."

"In this explosion, intelligence advisor Price, financial advisor Randall, and members of the audit team that Mr. Randall brought in all died."

"Besides them, there were also many casualties in the Army, Navy, Air Force, and National Guard."

"Including 5 majors, 7 lieutenant colonels, 5 colonels, and 1 major general!"

"These people are all managers of the logistics departments of various services, responsible for providing logistical supplies to each service."

"Their purpose in coming to the Ministry of National Defense today is to discuss how to audit the finances of the Central Theater Command."

“I did not obtain any video or audio recordings of the meeting, but according to survivors, the discussions at the meeting were very harmonious and there were no conflicts.”

"Finally, based on the debris collected by our personnel at the scene, it was confirmed that the vehicle that caused this explosion was a drone!"

Upon hearing these words, Navarro's pores opened up, and cold sweat poured out like crazy.

He now had only one thought: the people in the Central Theater Command had gone mad.

In order to avoid being audited, they actually chose to take action in front of the Ministry of National Defense building.

Is this a solution that a human could come up with?
These guys are dead meat!

No, they're so crazy, I absolutely can't take on this. I have to let those idiots from the FBI go over there!
Going there yourself will only lead to your death!
(End of this chapter)