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Even though everyone in Kilo 7 couldn't directly assess the battle damage caused by their actions, drones provided convenient footage.

The girls turned their gazes toward the small tablet inside the vest and clicked on the live video feed.

They cheered and high-fived one another. Ling Qingyu kneaded her forehead, wondering if making a group of flowers with thorns experience real battle had been a mistake.

The prior Spirit Fox operations to handle the criminals in Province N couldn't be attributed to war experience.

Here, artillery shelling and more ruthless, advanced counterattacks from the gangsters weren't much different from the terrorists she had known so far.

Enemies used RPGs and mortars. Most operators hadn't faced these threats before, except those who followed Tang Ziyi to clear out the Tiger Gang stronghold, where they fended off heavy machine guns and rockets. Tonight's mission was a real war, particularly a clearance operation in urban combat.

And they did everything well and coped easily. These results were based on their trust in their equipment, personal strengths hurdling around the limits of human capability, and their immense, gruesome training.

In the end, Ling Qingyu didn't say much. She let these girls vent their stress from a sustained period of combat. People had been fighting for more than six hours continuously. What was wrong with having fun at the expense of the enemies being killed?

Not to mention, these gangsters didn't deserve any mercy. Every girl still hadn't suppressed the anger inside after watching the horrific footage from the tunnel network below the city.

The enemy headquarters understood their opponents had artillery firepower. Their mortar units were obliterated without any warning.

Not even a missed first round of shelling. Everyone panicked and tried to scout around to see if there were any spotters nearby.

They scrutinized the surroundings but never looked up. The real culprit hovered silently above, watching as their allies suffered and were defeated.

The group—gang army or warlord military, whatever they were called—would never understand that times had changed.

The old tactics and strategies ceased to work against the new. Improvising to keep up and advance or staying stable and never changing, leading to extinction—either mindset depicted separate futures.

When the HQ wanted to alert their vanguards that artillery support would no longer keep up, they realized they had lost communications.

Trying several times and using numerous methods, they knew the enemy had the advantage in electronic warfare. Their bad premonitions deepened as top leaders sighed helplessly.

It was over.

Their subordinates were doomed. Of course, a few tried hard to seek alternatives to mitigate the oncoming disaster. Some sent motorbike messengers.

Anyway, it wasn't the first time they had experienced a communication cut-off. The leaders and senior figures were mostly old veterans who had waged civil war against the government.

Their long years of bloodshed and suffering weren't for nothing. In fact, each had a lofty goal and ideal that had launched the rebellion.

Nevertheless, after several decades, they had lost hope and begun to indulge—from freedom fighters to tyrannical oppressors for self-interest.

Even if their mindsets had withered, they could still adapt to difficulties. However, everything they amended was ultimately useless.

The convoy cheered as their comrades supported them with artillery, clearing any awaiting ambush. How much they hoped their enemies had died from the bombardment!

They resumed their march and called out coordinates to suppress their opponents from even showing up, taking no chances of risking an ambush.

To their dismay, they received no replies and trembled. Several attempts brought no response. The mood sank, but the leaders issued an ultimatum to nearby militants not to spread fear.

Something was amiss, but they had to keep advancing. This decision led to the complete decimation of the convoy.

The same scenario occurred on other roads. HQ sent two formations, but now everyone had lost contact.

Sure enough, in the next few minutes, hell fell upon them. Chaos and cries for help consumed the entire group into oblivion. Fifteen minutes later, silence resumed.

Tang Ziyi shrugged noncommittally at the achievements of Kilo 2 and 3. Both teams were over-equipped. If they couldn't eliminate the enemy convoy, advancing on vehicles along the road like idiots, Tang Ziyi had numerous training systems in mind to reform Spirit Fox.

Fortunately, Kilo 2 and 3 were capable enough to operate on their own. The enemy commander's brain must have been filled with water, Tang Ziyi suspected.

Even knowing there were ambushes to slow down the advance, they never thought about marching cautiously or slowing their pace—like spreading out across the vegetation to scout the periphery before the main element moved on.

Heck, no.

In fact, the defense-in-depth strategy was horrifying to any foes because its impact on morale brought trauma, further weakening the unit when it reached its destination.

Furthermore, the geography in the vicinity made the strategy perfect for implementation—curved roads, hills, and thick vegetation. Enjoy exclusive chapters from My Virtual Library Empire

Of course, even if the enemy responded accordingly without mistakes, Kilo 2 and 3 had countermeasures. Things might have gotten complicated, elongating unnecessary battles, but they had no problem holding their ground.

Not to mention, Virgin was flying toward the area. The gunship's existence was a substantial force multiplier.

"Aunt, I found a group of motorbikes 2 km away from the city in the east."

Athena's report drew Tang Ziyi's attention. "Show me on the screen."

Without her manipulation, the tablet directly displayed the feed Athena focused on. Tang Ziyi frowned and exhaled.

She had already expected her encirclement to fail but never guessed they would manage to escape from the city.

Based on the route, they weren't taking proper roads. The escapees were bouncing up and down on the rough terrain, apparently trying to hide.

Too bad their headlights were like lighthouses flaunting their positions, easily seen from the drones above. The group drove slowly and used low lights, but these were completely visible from the drone's perspective.

They seemed to be smuggling abroad to the neighboring country in the east. Damn, these bastards' networks were endless.

"When will you arrive?" Tang Ziyi asked.

"Within 2–3 minutes," answered Athena.

"Finish them when you fly here."

"Yes, Aunt."

Tang Ziyi didn't care if there were wives and children among these bastards. Surely, from the investigations, there was no way they wouldn't know.

Even those children might grow up crooked, thinking that oppressing and bullying people to the point of slaughter was their natural right. They might also take over their father's businesses as part of their family's control over the properties.

As much as she hoped that people who were raised wrong could still maintain minimum humanity and dignity, she was disappointed. Spirit Fox operators who had breached and assessed SSE—sensitive site exploitation—found evidence to the contrary.

Athena had also helped by quickly surveying data via devices handed to the operators to hack into electronics.

All the data proved none in the top echelon, including family members, were innocent. To some extent, a few might not deserve death, but they didn't deserve to live on the planet.

To prevent the syndicate gang's rebirth, she intended to destroy everything related. Although there was nothing she could do to the network in the foreign land, cutting off one snake's head was good enough to ruin this repulsive chain of business.

Athena's Virgin arrived and spotted a group of motorbikes. The small trails must have been artificially prepared as escape routes. They were prepared enough.

The gunship's rotor slashes caused the group to pause and turn off their lights, unaware they were as bright as sunlight in the dark on thermal scans.

Without hesitation, Athena aimed the cannon underneath the chin and fired. Rapid thuds of continuous booms echoed across the terrain.

On the ground, smoke and debris of vegetation ripped apart along with explosions from the autocannon rounds, purposefully designed to penetrate armor and blow apart.

Following the heat signatures, Athena directed the turret and strafed the entire group. She poured in a second round to ensure everyone was dead before stopping.

There were very few intact corpses. Most had missing limbs or other body parts. Some had destroyed weapons near their bodies. These likely belonged to the guard units protecting the high-level figures.

Smoke slowly dissipated from the cannon muzzle. Below the helicopter, strings of bullet casings were spread evenly across the ground. Some nested on tree branches and thick leaves.

"Aunt, targets destroyed."

"Good job, Athena," Tang Ziyi praised and gave another order. "Go to the location I've marked. I want you to destroy these bases completely. Ensure non-combatants and irrelevant individuals aren't injured as much as possible."

"Will do. It's not that difficult."

"Don't worry; I won't blame you even if you hit innocents. Just do your best. There are no wars without innocents dying, unfortunately," Tang Ziyi sighed. "Try to control the damage degree. You're authorized to use everything in the gunship to fulfill the task."

"Gladly."

…

Ling Qingyu's expression didn't change much as she watched Athena massacring helpless people. She didn't comment on the action and instead conversed warmly about Elena's situation, even to the point of summoning the latter to the chat group.

Seeing Athena and Elena bickering nonstop, Ling Qingyu smiled.