I, the warden of Delta, am a science popularizer and advocate for nuclear peace and friendliness.

"President, the advance team has arrived at the designated target area and is about to launch a deterrent attack!"

Inside the main control room of the Second Space Base, Demoulan, Jacob, and a group of strategic commanders were moving about in an orderly manner.

Eighteen live battlefield scenes were displayed via holographic projection in front of the central control console, recording the battle from various angles.

Jacob sat at an observation post to the side, quietly analyzing the images, with a strategic discussion table in front of him engraved with a map of the delta's topography.

A short while later, a sudden change occurred: a bullet accurately killed a driver, a scene that was captured and recorded by a camera nearby.

The bullet seemed to have traveled more than two thousand meters to reach this side.

According to the analysis of the command personnel, the bullet did not make much noise, but it had extremely strong penetrating power. It was probably no less than a level 6 bullet, or even a high-risk level 7 bullet!

"To be able to shoot so accurately across a distance of over two thousand meters, the opponent's marksmanship must be at least at the special forces level..."

Jacob spoke at the opportune moment, his deep voice carrying clearly through the control room.

Demurean turned and glanced at him, then spoke in the same manner.

"That's right. The only GTI operators I can think of with such powerful abilities are Smith and Houston."

"Let's wait and see." Jacob didn't jump to conclusions and continued watching the live stream.

Because of the distance, there was a three-second delay in the live broadcast, which made it difficult to give instructions. Therefore, Jacob sent a commander to the site to give instructions on the same channel.

The moment after the three helicopters were shot down, Jacob's command staff immediately ordered them to fly towards the cloud area.

It wasn't that the latter was slow, but rather that the enemy's attack frequency was too fast, and there was also a delay in the operation from area communication to execution of orders. That's why they only flew towards the clouds together after all three helicopters were shot down.

However, the expected evasion did not work very well. The enemy seemed to be able to see through things, and the frequency of their attacks only increased. Before long, five more helicopters crashed.

But Jacob was not angry; he remained calm and watched without offering any further comments.

Other strategic personnel in the control room were constantly analyzing enemy data, likely using scopes with thermal imaging capabilities.

However, since they had already flown into the clouds, the other side could see them, but they were unaware that they had gotten very close to the other side.

Jacob slowly shook his head. The commander's ability did not seem to meet his expectations, and there was still a big gap compared to the famous commander of GTI.

"No need to look anymore, go prepare for the guided attack."

Jacob spoke to Demoulan, who was wearing a blue uniform. Demoulan paused slightly, then asked, puzzled.

"The GTI division has a missile interception system. At this time, the launch guidance will not be very effective, and may even alert the other side, prompting them to send more personnel to guard that division. In that case, our chances of getting the Heart of Africa will be greatly reduced."

Faced with the other party's doubt, Jacob shook his head and chuckled.

No, you're wrong.

He glanced at the increasingly dark live stream feeds on the screen. The clouds had been pierced by anti-aircraft guns, revealing the scene below. The figure holding a gun behind the clouds was none other than Shigure, disguised as Houston!

"Our goal has never been the Heart of Africa, nor is it some GTI division..."

DeMullan frowned slightly; Houston's appearance didn't surprise her too much.

Jacob looked at the delta map in front of him, pulled a flag from the GTI branch location, and then slowly moved his hand until it hovered above the GTI headquarters.

"Our objective is GTI headquarters, and... the Commander's head!"

hiss--

The flag fell and disappeared into the sand and soil of the GTI headquarters area, making a hissing sound as it broke through the ground. The blue and white flag moved automatically without any wind.

"...I understand," Demulan replied after a moment's hesitation, then turned and walked towards the door.

"Hmph, Commander... I hope you can react in time. You should have guessed this, right?"

Jacob sat alone at the observation post, seemingly talking to himself, or perhaps conversing with someone he couldn't see.

The other strategists glanced at him discreetly, but quickly looked away when they met Jacob's ambiguous smile.

Half an hour later, on a desert site in the launch area of ​​the Second Space Base, Demulan and a dozen or so operators were already waiting.

Demulan's eyes gleamed, his grey-blue pupils sweeping across the launch pad. After several checks, he stepped back to the safe zone, raised the Hafk flag in his hand, and waved it downwards.

"Launch! Target—GTI Division!!"

sizzle...

call--!

With the command issued, a large amount of gas was ejected from the nozzle, driving the three guided missiles toward the GTI division.

This amount of force won't cripple the GTI division's missile interception system, but it can still cause significant damage. It will alert the enemy without completely destroying them, thus preventing a direct confrontation and a full-scale war.

Hafk is currently nurturing this emerging player force and is not suited to a direct conflict with the United Nations.

Demurean had initially thought so, but after Jacob revealed his objective of taking the commander's head, she changed her mind.

Jacob used to be very cautious, but since that incident, he seems to have become a different person, becoming more and more unscrupulous and arrogant to the point that he even wanted to take the commander's head!

If this attack succeeds, the United Nations will elect one of the five permanent members to block Hafk!

As Demulan watched the three guided missiles gradually disappear into the distance, the unease in his eyes grew stronger, and he unconsciously murmured to himself.

"The five permanent members of the UN Security Council, is another all-out war about to begin...?"