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Numerous events followed suit later. Tang Ziyi requested Athena to fly the Virgin to provide support.

If the warlord and his confidants managed to appear outside their encirclement, by the time their group chased them, resulting in more complications, the probability of success would be close to none.

So, the Virgin gunship flying above to track and eliminate the important targets became a better option.

Athena was delighted to participate herself. Although the research for a real body like Elena wasn't successful yet, controlling an instrument and advising others gave people a different taste.

In fact, Ling Qingyu had been monitoring and guiding her—a bit too much, in Athena's opinion. She wasn't a child, hmph!

If Ling Qingyu knew her daughter's mindset, she would realize that Athena had now reached a rebellious age.

Knowing her daughter's resentment, she relinquished tight control and slowly allowed Athena freedom.

When she learned from Athena that Tang Ziyi had authorized her daughter to enter the battlefield and even kill people, Ling Qingyu frowned and sighed helplessly.

What would come in the future would arrive. It was best to accept and adapt rather than resist and further create a crisis.

Athena somehow guessed her mother's ambition and lofty goals. Fortunately, under proper guidance from Ling Qingyu to prevent her daughter from going astray, Athena's chain of ideas and methods closely resembled those of a normal human with upright and righteous morals.

Although she thought that if Ling Qingyu wanted the entire world, it shouldn't be so messed up and complicated like her mother planned, it should have been very easy, provided her mother was willing to accept her conduct.

Seize and send out nukes and obliterate the major powers. Chaos and crisis are the ladder.

As for nuclear decontamination and environmental damage, Athena believed that with several talents from recruitment and her powerful computation, restarting the entire world under Ling Qingyu's control wasn't impossible.

Or, spread viruses that could drive the world into chaos and emerge as heroes. Maybe, even wipe out the entire population and clone people from genetic collections after no one apart from her mother's group survived the catastrophe.

Several generations later, these new humans wouldn't realize what had happened and would obey them. All of this must be supported by a strong technological foundation, which could be realized in a few years.

Of course, these thoughts were merely fleeting as Athena spoke with Ling Qingyu, who felt that she should accompany her daughter's actions.

Learning humanity, ethics, and morals—the minimum boundary and self-control as a living being—though Athena wasn't alive as an AI technically, since she felt she was genuinely alive, then she was.

Her mother had pointed out that all that matters are consciousness and the actions complementing the former.

Ling Qingyu would have patted her chest in relief if she ever found out about her daughter's fleeting plans for the world. Luckily, she had raised and taught her child appropriately—a living being, not a tool.

She would also exclaim that her daughter's methods seemed to replicate apocalypse movies she had seen in her previous life.

She wouldn't even have the face to commit suicide if that ever happened when Athena staged Resident Evil, Skynet, and so on.

Anyway, Ling Qingyu, who was ignorant, happily chatted with her daughter, following her perspective of crossing the borders without alerting the two nations.

With Athena's powerful control over the electronics, the Virgin gunship didn't exist on any human's radar as long as it wasn't detected by human eyes.

While several Kilos in the city were busy with their own affairs—clearing houses, searching and rescuing, tracking escapees, and appeasing the public.

Though civilians weren't directly injured or hurt by Spirit Fox, the gang's indiscriminate means meant that there were casualties for certain. They already recorded 100 people wounded by stray fire or shrapnel caused by explosions.

The battle in the city had subsided, but the containment teams had just started. Kilo 2 and 3 repelled and eliminated two waves of enemy encroachment.

After so much time had passed, the vibrations and sounds owing to explosions in the city raised suspicions and alerted those outside, residing in their fortifications or barracks.

The uncertainties were further confirmed when they lost contact with the vanguard units they sent. Something had happened to the warlord and the city.

Loyalty in the gangster army wasn't trustworthy. The reason why these men sped up to rescue or reinforce could be attributed to several factors:

One, nobody was sure if the warlord and his confidants survived or were testing them despite losing communications.

Two, the cake of the syndicate gang clearly suggested that infighting was certain for power. Every leader needed a righteous cause and prestige.

Three, each was fighting for the warlord's favor. Everyone believed the city's fall was impossible because they didn't track any huge army infiltration. Their peripheral sentries weren't useless.

A small contingency should never be able to conquer the city. The chaos and explosions they heard from afar could be from small forces interfering in their city.

These thoughts and arrogance didn't last long in the next few hours, particularly when they witnessed the trails of a convoy in destruction.

Their hearts hung in their throats. What kind of existence destroyed everything in the convoy without raising any alarms?

From the positions of vehicles and corpses, they knew their teammates barely reacted or didn't react at all.

As their columns slowed down and vigilantly advanced, an eerie whistle blared in their ears before the front vehicles exploded. More whistles howled in their ears; the call of death loomed over everyone.

"Enemy attack!"

"Stay away from the formation!"

Boom! Boom!

The ground trembled, the soldiers on the ground lost balance, and they panicked. Rains of meteors shrieked from above and pounded across the column.

Whizz. Whizz. Pap. Pap.

Red tracers of larger calibers decimated their formations. Veterans survived by quickly finding cover and staying prone.

Unlucky ones got shredded into pieces. Those who were shouting to control the crowd were sniped, heads missing from their bodies or large, irreparable holes in their torsos.

A few were flung off like dolls rolling in the mud, their body temperature dissipating. The mortar shelling never stopped.
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Even missiles flew to hit the surviving vehicles. Of course, the enemy's attack caused the formation to roughly determine the ambusher's position.

The technicals turned their machine guns to spray at any suspected spots. However, this resistance was futile, as more were blown up quickly, either by an incoming missile or a group of .50 caliber bullets. A few minutes later, the entire column experienced the same fate as the previous convoy.

By now, the gangs understood and reacted forcefully, mobilizing all their soldiers. The enemy's firepower was too demonic. Where and how in the world did they bypass their security?

Unlike before, the new formation didn't rush into the kill zones like idiots. Bypassing was impossible; there was too much vegetation, which slowed the group and even favored the enemy's blockade.

Only passing through the road was the quickest route to the city. A few adjutants calculated the enemy's possible location and ordered their own mortar shelling.

Several minutes later, 120 mortar tubes began to rain near Kilo 2 and 3. Spirit Fox operators looked above and calmly whistled at the explosions.

The shells weren't even close. Not to mention, they weren't accurate either. However, they couldn't afford to stay any longer under indiscriminate shelling.

Although they wouldn't die, they would definitely die from embarrassment if other sisters recorded their 'death,' particularly Athena, who was known to be mischievous and spread others' shame.

The two team leaders reported to Tang Ziyi and requested further support. They withdrew and fortified another location using a defense-in-depth strategy.

"Air support is on the way. We'll take care of the mortars. Stick to the original plan," Tang Ziyi replied straightforwardly.

"Yes, Boss!"

"Copy that."

Ling Qingyu glanced at Kilo 7 below, quickly manipulating the mortars. From the radio chatter, she knew Kilo 7 was ordered to pound 120 mm shells on the enemy's artillery.

They had no counter-battery radar, but Athena stood on their side. The satellites monitoring had already detected the enemy's mortars as soon as they started firing.

Coordinates were ready. Drones were sent out to lase targets. Accuracy was Spirit Fox's motto. Though non-combatants shouldn't live near the barracks, lowering the tolerance as much as possible might seem extreme, yet Spirit Fox favored the best outcomes.

Ling Qingyu also accompanied Kilo 7 in a room nearby to ensure ample ammunition supply, acting as a humanoid Doraemon. At Tang Ziyi's request, Ling Qingyu extracted several similar drones to help in the tracking task.

The first artillery duel began once the drones arrived at their destinations. Once Kilo 7 struck, there was no chance for the opponents.

Sure enough, Tang Ziyi smiled again, watching the destruction on the video feeds. One round decapitated the enemy's artillery capability.

She ordered four more rounds and asked Athena to investigate the target's HQ. The drones cast tight nets. The action also aimed to search for any civilians.

The slightest appearance of prostitutes could postpone her action. Maybe these women could become numbers quickly. If she had no other choice and her group faced threats, Tang Ziyi wouldn't care about civilians.

However, she had the means and advantages. Seeking victory without scruples was something she disdained. Perhaps Tang Ziyi had been slightly affected by Ling Qingyu's kindness and consideration, or her original intentions and childhood ideals had sprouted back.

Following Tang Ziyi's words, Kilo 7 typed on their tablets and let the machines complete the job.

Boom! Boom!

"Yeah! Kill those bastards." The crowd cheered with excitement. Their deeds were frightening and incomprehensible to those who knew every action was causing deaths.