Spellcasting Gods

After a brief exchange, the heavy truck suddenly accelerated and headed straight toward the US military convoy without the slightest hesitation.

Americans aren't fools either; they've experienced countless car bomb attacks and developed corresponding countermeasures.

Before the truck had gone far, the sniper fired a fatal bullet, pinning the driver to the cab with a bang.

However, they had no idea that this was not an ordinary car bomb attack, but rather a mission carrying a super-powerful thermonuclear warhead.

Before the bomb disposal team could even put on their gear, Ibrahim, hiding in the back of the vehicle, took a deep breath and quickly typed in a long string of codes with trembling fingers.

After a series of rapid, piercing beeps, the nuclear warhead began its 30-second countdown to detonation.

29!

28!

27!

……

As the countdown entered its final ten seconds, a loud bang suddenly came from the top of the enclosed carriage.

boom!

Immediately afterward, the explosion ripped a hole in the roof of the car, and six or seven rifles were pointed down at him, shouting, "Don't move! Don't move! Hands up! Now! Otherwise, I guarantee you'll be riddled with bullets in the first instant!"

"Hahahaha! Sorry, Americans, you're late." Instead of raising his hands as instructed, Ibrahim burst into unrestrained laughter.

Because he knew that in five seconds, tens of thousands of Americans would be killed with him.

"Fuck! Look! What's that thing?" A sharp-eyed black soldier pointed his gun at the countdown on the nuclear bomb.

“M…Mk-41!!” Another older, white man who looked like an officer’s face changed drastically. He was about to issue a warning over the radio when he saw the red countdown change from 1 to 0.

"Shit! We're finished..."

As his last words escaped his lips, he saw an extremely blinding white light ignite in front of him, which then rapidly spread before he lost consciousness.

To be precise, it was directly vaporized by the terrifying high temperature generated by the explosion, leaving not even a trace behind.

boom!!!!!!!!

Fireball!

Mushroom cloud!

Shockwave!

Electromagnetic pulse!

Everything within a radius of more than 20 kilometers from the explosion's epicenter was wiped out; tens of thousands of well-equipped American expeditionary troops were all killed, with not a single survivor.

In addition, the earthquake triggered by the explosion caused noticeable tremors in both Fallujah and Baghdad, with many poorly constructed houses collapsing and windows losing their panes of glass.

Most importantly, the electromagnetic pulse caused a wide-ranging signal disruption, paralyzing the United States' prized electronic reconnaissance and command systems, and even preventing aircraft from taking off.

Because almost all radars within a radius of hundreds of kilometers were burned in the explosion, it was the most serious damage suffered by the U.S. military since the end of the Cold War.

Standing atop a high-rise building in Fallujah, Zhang Cheng squinted at the mushroom cloud rising into the distance, a chilling smile spreading across his face. He murmured in admiration, "Look! What a beautiful and magnificent sight! I'm sure the White House and the Pentagon are in complete chaos right now. Nuclear peace! Nuclear peace! No nuclear peace, no peace—such a simple and easy-to-understand principle."

“You’re a madman! I swear, once the Americans realize what’s happening, they’ll launch a furious retaliation. We won’t talk about that now, but Zarqawi is dead for sure; the US military and the CIA won’t let him get away with it,” Bertha said through gritted teeth, taking a deep breath.

“Zarqawi was just a stupid religious extremist! What does it matter to us whether he lives or dies? No, it doesn’t matter. In fact, even if the entire population of the Middle East were wiped out, so what?” Zhang Cheng shrugged nonchalantly.

“But what’s next? All of our personnel in Iraq must evacuate as quickly as possible, otherwise the Americans will definitely dig up the place where we supplied the nuclear warheads.” Whether from fear or excitement, Bertha was trembling slightly all over.

"Hehe, don't worry about that. Leonid and I will handle this. I guarantee that after this is over, the organization will no longer need to hide like this. Even if we openly reveal our identities, no one will dare to touch a hair on your head."

The words had barely left his mouth!

Zhang Cheng left the room directly, turned around, pushed open the door, and disappeared at the end of the dark corridor.

……

Meanwhile, in Washington, D.C., on the distant North American continent, an emergency meeting was taking place in the Oval Office.

While playing the last satellite signal, the Defense Minister reported in a very somber tone: "Just minutes ago, our troops, who were preparing to launch an attack on Fallujah, encountered an unprecedented nuclear attack and have now been completely wiped out."

"What?!" The president jumped up from his chair, staring wide-eyed at the blurry image on the screen.

Not only him, but many high-ranking White House officials couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, their faces showing disbelief.

A full minute later, the Defense Minister, clenching his fists and barely suppressing his anger, continued to explain: "So far, including British and Iraqi government forces, we have lost 15,000 personnel and all of our weaponry and equipment. We've also lost all radar and electronic systems at surrounding airports and military bases, and 85% of our aircraft require electronic component replacements before they can take off. Judging from the range and explosive power, this nuclear warhead is a typical hydrogen bomb with a yield of 25 megatons."

"Fuck! You mean! We just lost 10,000 people? Is this an April Fool's joke? Tell me this is an April Fool's joke! If I remember correctly, we only lost less than 262 people when we destroyed Saddam's regime!" The president slammed his fist on the table.

He believed that if this news got out, he would immediately be impeached by Congress, or even be nailed to the pillar of historical shame, becoming the worst-rated president in American history.

Chapter 0843 The Right Way to Negotiate

Just as a terrifying silence fell over the room, an elderly man in a suit suddenly pushed open the door and walked in, smiling and bowing slightly: "Mr. President, and ladies and gentlemen of the United States Government, good evening. I apologize for disturbing you at this hour, but I imagine you are all having trouble sleeping, aren't you? After all, the massacre of over ten thousand American soldiers in a nuclear attack, along with the loss of hundreds of billions of dollars in weaponry, is enough to keep any American president up all night."

"Who are you?! And how did you get in?" the Defense Minister shouted nervously, glancing towards the door as he tried to call for the security personnel at the entrance.

Unfortunately, no matter how loud he made it, the corridor remained quiet, as if there wasn't a single person in sight.

Without a doubt, this is absolutely abnormal.

According to security regulations, at least eight professionally trained Secret Service agents should be on duty outside 24 hours a day to ensure the safety of the president and his office.

“Dear Minister of Defense, if you’re thinking of waking up those agents outside, you’d better forget about it. They’re sleeping soundly and won’t wake up for at least two hours.” The old man stroked his neatly combed sideburns, his tone revealing undisguised amusement.

Clearly, he was none other than Leonid, who had just arrived from the underground base in the Pacific Ocean and slightly altered his appearance with magic.

"Damn it! Do you know what you're doing? You're invading the White House! You're provoking the entire United States!" Another old man in military uniform warned sternly.

Unfortunately, the moment the last word left his lips, Leonid drew his pistol and pulled the trigger.

boom!

With a crisp gunshot, the old man, whose identity was unclear—whether he was a general or some high-ranking military official—fell into a pool of blood.

His brain matter splattered all over the people around him after his head was shattered by a bullet.

Such a bloody and cruel scene, coupled with the pungent smell of blood, immediately caused several pampered politicians to vomit uncontrollably, their eyes filled with horror and disbelief.

They couldn't believe that the other side would actually dare to open fire in the White House and kill a high-ranking military official.

Enjoying the pathetic state of this self-proclaimed world order controller, Leonid calmly placed his gun on the table, pulled out a chair, sat down, and pointed to the image playing on a loop on the screen: "I'm sure you're all eager to know who sold a high-yield thermonuclear warhead to terrorists, aren't you?"

"It's you?!" The US president, barely suppressing his panic and anger, cautiously probed.

Logically speaking, if someone can enter the White House presidential office with impunity, bypassing the heavily guarded security system, they must also be capable of selling a thermonuclear warhead to terrorists.

It's important to know that since American independence, apart from the White House being burned down by the British once, this place, which is exclusively for the president's residence, has never been attacked again.

"Ah! To be precise, it's me and the organization behind me. Don't get me wrong, I'm not here to declare war on you today. On the contrary, I'm here to negotiate. As a show of goodwill, I'll first demonstrate our strength to ensure you don't do anything foolish."

The words had barely left his mouth!

Leonid pulled a pre-prepared list from his pocket and spread it out on the table.

A full minute later, he grinned and said with the characteristic Slavic arrogance, "See these addresses? It includes all the major cities in the United States with a population exceeding five million, as well as your important military bases scattered around the world, even the command center hidden in the mountain to avoid nuclear attacks. Now, make a call and confirm what these coordinates represent. Remember, no matter what you see, it's best not to make any rash moves, and especially not to try to unpack the little gift I left behind, otherwise..."

"Is this a threat?" the president asked, trying to maintain a tough stance.

Leonid merely smiled dismissively and shook his head: "No, sir, I just want to state a fact. In short, please make the call first, and then you'll understand who you're dealing with."

The two stared at each other for about two or three minutes before the US president finally couldn't resist and picked up the phone to dial one of the numbers, giving the person on the other end the coordinates of the address.

Less than twenty minutes later, the other party transmitted the footage they had taken at the scene back via the internet.

In the very center of the image is nothing other than an activated nuclear warhead, placed on the top floor of a commercial building on Wall Street in the United States.

The second one followed immediately...

The third one...

The fourth one...

When the number exceeded eighty, everyone in the White House Oval Office began to tremble slightly, even forgetting the high-ranking military officer who had been shot dead.

Because the places where these eighty-odd nuclear warheads are placed are either large research and development centers that cost millions of dollars every year, the heart of finance and manufacturing, or at the very least, top universities.

If all of them were detonated, the entire United States would likely be paralyzed, the upper class would be devastated and purged, and even if some survived, they would be unable to continue to control the country and would inevitably descend into division and civil war.

"This is a terrorist attack! The U.S. government will never bow to terrorists!" The Secretary of Defense stood up abruptly and roared excitedly.

“Terrorist attack? Hahahaha!” Leonid spread his arms wide, letting out a laugh filled with sarcasm. “My God! Isn’t the United States the biggest terrorist in the world? Besides, so far I’ve only sold one nuclear warhead to Zarqawi, and I have no intention of detonating the rest. I just want to tell you, to tell that damned CIA, to stop chasing us like a dog in heat. Otherwise…”

"Otherwise what? Do you dare to launch a terrorist attack on the United States and start a thermonuclear war?" the US president asked, narrowing his eyes.

"You can understand it this way! You know what? We don't mind completely destroying the world! We don't mind killing more than 90 percent of the world's population! For us, it's just starting over. But for you, for the wealthy Americans who plunder the world's wealth through financial hegemony, it's not just a simple start. You will lose your privileged lives, you will lose the money you obtained through dirty means, and even your lives. Now, tell me, dear Mr. President, are you willing to agree to my terms, or are you willing to let me detonate all the nuclear warheads for a hard-box game—a wasteland of radiation?"

Chapter 0844 Keeping Promises

Two and a half hours later, the aftershocks of the thermonuclear explosion had just given the entire city of Fallujah a terrifying baptism.

Once the heatwave subsided, many fervent religious believers took to the streets, trying to figure out what had happened.

When they learned that a US army of tens of thousands, which had attempted to capture the city, had been completely annihilated on the way, they erupted in thunderous cheers and spread the good news from house to house.

As a gathering place for Sunni Muslims, nearly 80% of the people here are staunch supporters of Zarqawi, and some even compare him to Saladin, the Islamic world hero who successfully recaptured the holy city of Jerusalem from the Christians in the Middle Ages.

However, no one knew that at that very moment, in the basement of a house in Fallujah, two people were mocking Zarqawi with a slightly contemptuous tone and deciding his fate.

……

"See, I told you so? Those Americans simply didn't have the courage to go down with the world. They're like a pack of greedy hyenas, only daring to fight their perceived enemy when they have an overwhelming advantage. If the Soviet leader who handled the Cuban Missile Crisis hadn't been the utterly foolish Khrushchev, the Americans wouldn't have gained any advantage at all."

While enjoying the secretly filmed negotiation process, Zhang Cheng gave his cringeworthy assessment.

Just as he predicted, the Americans, like other countries, chose one word in the face of nuclear deterrence—cowardice.

the reason is simple!

The intelligence organization established by Leonid was not, strictly speaking, a country; it had neither territory to defend nor people to protect.

They are like a group of ghosts hiding all over the world, secretly carrying out all sorts of espionage operations.

In short, there are not many concerns.

To deal with such a group, conventional nuclear deterrence is completely ineffective, because when retaliating, they have no idea where to bomb.

Even more terrifying is that they can deliver thermonuclear warheads in a detonated state to any corner of the world.