"What do you an?" Alas said in surprise, feeling an uneasy tension.
"They must be using the sewer, digging holes inside and planting tid bombs. Natural gas is useless against us, but they don't know that, so they detonated it anyway. It's a clever move; it won't harm us directly but can disrupt our entire defense system. How many lives will be lost in this explosion? Inform them imdiately to stand firm in defense, ignore the blast openings, and watch out for enemy infiltration." Jackson's expression turned cold as he spoke loudly.
Alas suddenly realized the severity of the problem and imdiately relayed the order. At that mont, the technicians compiled the explosion points and marked them on the map, displaying them on the electronic screen. Jackson and Alas hurriedly rushed forward to observe, watching it intently, as a technician explained, "Report: There are a total of thirty explosion points, causing a large fire and smoke to spread, resulting in many people fainting. The casualties are still being counted."
"These bastards, what are they trying to do, start a war?" Alas stared coldly at the images on the screen, his face icy cold.
On the screen, nurous places had erupted into raging fires, with billowing black smoke spreading out. Countless people around were frightened, fleeing in panic. The bombed site was sunken into a huge crater, indicating the extraordinary power of the explosion. So people who were killed on the spot fell to the ground, and no one dared to approach to rescue.
A palace was blown up, engulfed in fierce flas, with black smoke billowing from inside. Alas knew this palace was used for receiving state guests. Fortunately, it was al ti, and there should be no one inside; otherwise, it would have been much worse. At this mont, his phone rang. Seeing it was the President calling, Alas quickly answered, hearing him roaring on the other end, sternly ordering him to stop the attack imdiately.
Jackson understood and gave Alas a sympathetic glance, having experienced similar situations before. After Alas finished the call, Jackson consoled him, "Your Excellency Alas, I understand your ordeal and feelings, but we must remain calm. This is just the beginning, and based on my understanding of them, the real kill move is yet to co. I suggest deploying a troop to protect the State Preceptor imdiately."
"Alright, thank you," Alas said gratefully, with a bitter look on his face. He quickly called over a subordinate, gave so instructions, and signaled him to leave. Turning to Jackson, he continued, "You've dealt with those bastards more frequently. What do you think their next move will be, so we can prepare in advance?"
"No, no one knows what their next move will be. All we can do is defend and wait for them to make additional moves. This explosion is just a test; I speculate they are watching how we respond, so we must not panic and handle what we should do, and counter their moves as they co." Jackson warned with a colder expression.
Shortly, the Information Officer suddenly stood up and shouted, "Report, the explosion statistics are compiled: fifty-three people killed, thirty-two injured, and over a hundred inhaled large amounts of black smoke, causing unconsciousness."
"It's been so long, and no secondary explosion has occurred, indicating the enemy's thods are limited to this. Notify the relevant troops for onsite rescue imdiately, and act quickly." Alas ordered loudly with a cold deanor.
"Wait, pay attention to the identities of the rescue troops coming in; don't let anyone infiltrate." Jackson reminded.
"Understood!" The Information Officer responded and sat back to relay the orders.
"You an they've infiltrated our troops? Impossible, right?" Alas said with a stern expression, noticing Jackson nodding without hesitation, becoming slightly convinced. If they can blow up thirty natural gas pipelines, what else can't they do? Alas angrily exclaid, "Those bastards are declaring war on our country, and we absolutely cannot let them get away with it."
"Declaring war? Don't forget they're soldiers, not intelligence agents. Soldiers favor brute force attacks with ruthless tactics—either nothing or earth-shattering moves. A small skirmish is out of the question without enough evidence. Even if we know who did it, what can we do? Stay calm and brace for greater attacks; they won't stop at this." Jackson coldly reminded.
Suddenly, a faint explosion sound erged, and Jackson looked at Alas in shock. Alas also heard the explosion and raised his voice in alarm, "Who can tell what just happened?"
"Report, it was at the State Preceptor's residence. The surveillance has been destroyed." An Information Officer hurriedly reported.
"Damn, how did they know the State Preceptor's residence, and what did they use to attack?" Jackson panicked, shouting. Having faced multiple encounters, Jackson realized he was once again in a passive situation. If they didn't retaliate soon, defeat was inevitable. But the question was, where was the opponent, and how to retaliate?
"Report, it was remote-controlled aircraft carrying explosives," the Information Officer quickly answered.
"Oh no, let's go quickly." Jackson shouted coldly as he rushed outside, Alas following closely behind.
The two opened the door and rushed out, only to see two remote-controlled aircraft flying towards the State Preceptor's palace. One crashed fiercely into the entrance, causing a huge explosion, instantly blasting the door down. Another one even entered directly through an open window on the second floor, causing a massive explosion inside.
Alas knew the second floor was the State Preceptor's resting bedroom, his face horrified as he ran forward frantically. He shouted into the intercom, "Sniper, take down the remote-controlled aircraft and prevent any from crashing again. Command center, find the person controlling the aircraft and send the Guard up to eliminate them, quickly."
Seeing the remote-controlled aircraft flying in the sky, Jackson's expression turned so gloomy it seed to drip water. Control of the aircraft must be extrely precise, likely satellite-controlled. These remote-controlled aircraft seed like guided missiles, installed with guidance systems, and must be stopped.
Following Alas's arrangents, Jackson felt slightly relieved internally and rushed alongside Alas into the State Preceptor's residence. The entrance was in shambles, with the Guard who ca to protect the State Preceptor escorting him from the second floor. The State Preceptor's mouth was bleeding, dressed in a white robe, his expression bleak, clearly injured by the explosion.
"Quick, evacuate imdiately," Alas shouted.
"Wait," Jackson rushed in and hurriedly intervened.
"What do you an?" Alas looked at Jackson with dissatisfaction.
"Don't misunderstand, haven't you noticed how precise the attacks from the remote aircraft are? They used satellites; once you step outside this door, you'll be detected by their satellite. You can't go out recklessly; dress the State Preceptor in military attire, hurry." Jackson quickly explained, looking tense.
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