The Conspiracy of the Elites

Chapter 187: clashing with the terrorist commander

After dispatching the terrorist soldiers, Clark did not tarry as this was just one among many of the big halls in the large logistics ship. He led the soldiers from the Dragon military division, before storming deeper into the ship.

As they moved forward, the ship started shaking and vibrating as the aftermath of the battle outside started impacting it, rocking it left and right with the help of the sea waves.

Outside the ship was now even more chaotic as gunshots flew about, forming a loud cacophony of incomprehensible noise. Melee soldiers rushed at their opponents, after being transported closer through the military speed boats.

In less than 5 minutes since the Vatican Major arrived, to the terrorists dismay, the center point of the battlefield already shifted directly to the position of their logistics ships.

Death and chaos reigned over their battlefield, as a terrorist and soldier died every second. Though the death rate of the terrorists was faster due to their lesser equipment, the soldiers were still suffering.

Under the careful leadership of their officers, the Vatican soldiers finally found another breakthrough point and breached a hole into another part of the logistics ship to help their Major.

After noticing that the logistics ships were now the target, the other pirate-owned ship already retreated. It had no fantasies of helping its sinking companion, it was adapting to the ever-changing situation.

As Clark wreaked havoc from the inside while his soldiers helped by spreading mischief on the outside, the large logistics ship finally succumbed to the overwhelming damage.

The pirates that were still alive and lucky enough escaped from their ship, jumping down hastily into the Sea like they were running from a plague as this logistics vessel was already a lost cause.

The large ship shook, as small-scale explosions rocked its internals from the battle that was still going on inside it. Most of its vital operating systems were already botched, so it was already operating on reserves.

The 2nd breach to its armor covering from below was what sealed its fate as water started flooding in with speed. Originally, there are systems designed to stop this, but the ship was already at its wits end.

Its enormous tail part was the first to slowly sink into the sea, which only made its situation more complicated. This sealed its fate, prompting the rest of its enormous frame to slowly follow.

As it slowly sank, Clark already noticed it but refused to leave it and let the terrorists escape. He was ready to kill as many as possible, his rage at this attack was still tangibly sky high.

It did not take too long before the pirate ship got submerged into the bottomless depths of the Mediterranean Sea. In such a short time since his arrival, the terrorists already lost such an expensive ship.

This only made them more decisive, as the last logistics ship received the go-ahead from the terrorist Commander to leave the battlefield, and that was exactly what she did.

Under the sea, water already entered every significant part of the ship but Clark still stayed behind. He led his elite soldiers, as they hunted every terrorist that remained on the ship down.

Through his vision enhancer goggles, he could see the fleeing enemy ship. Though he felt it was a pity that one escaped, to him, this was already a win on his book.

He just wanted to pursue the terrorists away from his territory, before planning for the next step of his retaliation agenda.

After wiping every terrorist that was left behind in the slowly sinking ship, he finally led his soldiers to swim back up where the battle was still raging, though at a smaller rate now.

Getting back to the sea surface, he ordered his soldiers to take on their own target, before he moved away swiftly with a blast through his outrageous multipurpose boots.

His sea hunt was not over yet. His new targets were the high-grade soldiers that had the guts to come to terrorize his territory.

His movements were as swift and formless as the wind, as he arrived before his first opponent in an instant. The terrorists saw how he easily dispatched their ship with little help, so no one wanted to fight him, but they had no choice.

Bam!! Bam!! Before his opponent could enter a proper defensive stance, he already slammed his opponents head with his spears side to disorient him. The strategy worked again, and what followed next was easily predictable.

His spear left afterimages behind, as they stabbed at various parts of his opponents armor. Before the terrorist high-grade soldier could recover from the mind-numbing slam, his armor was already breached.

What followed next was blood dyeing Clarks spear again, and the dead body of the terrorist falling down listlessly.

He spent no second further than needed, as he ignored the kill and focused on the other high-grade soldiers. Two 2nd high-grade soldier terrorists teamed up to stop him when they saw how unbridled he was on the battlefield.

To them, they were here to stop him, but to him, these were free targets presenting themselves to him on a silver platter, with seasoning and everything needed already in place.

All it took from him was a little more time and effort, but just like the others, he made short work of the overconfident terrorists.

Seeing such efficiency, the terrorist executioners finally became intimidated as they all started leaving the sea and going back to the land where their Commander was to seek refuge, which was exactly what Clark was waiting for.

To him, all his exploits and kills in the sea battle amounted to nothing as far as Vatican citizens were still falling victim to the attack back on land. The terrorist Commander was his main target all along.

Though his target was a 3rd rank high-grade soldier, he was no pushover.

As he pursued the executioners back to land, he finally caught sight of his soldier followers who finally arrived at the battlefield with the stuff he ordered them to bring.

His eyes brightened on noticing them waving at him to draw his attention. He already turned to go there on instinct, but he paused when he noticed the conspicuous form of a soldier bulldozing through obstacles to come to his position.

It seems that the terrorist Commander finally saw the real threat that he brought to the battlefield, and took the initiative to come meet him.

Seeing this, he sent a message to the leader of his soldier followers before turning back to go meet his target.

Though everyone still fought his/her own battle, it was inevitable that this epic clash did not escape the sight of the soldiers from both sides. Countless eyes converged to the clash point to witness its outcome.

Boom!! The terrorist Commander was suddenly launched upwards through a device that Clark was already extremely familiar with. Almost all the terrorist commanders he met always used this.

He paid no attention to this trivial detail though, as his eyes followed the upward trajectory of the now flying Commander coated in dark blue armor.

With an equally loud sound, his multipurpose boots suddenly shot out dark blue energy from its soles as he was launched upwards to meet his opponent like a rocket being launched to space.

BOOM!! The impact sound was that of thunder, as the air visibly shook from the collision of the Vatican Major and the terrorist Commander. Energy rocked the air wildly, as their armors strained to contain the impact.

Whoosh!! It did not take too long before the winner of the aerial battle emerged. Clarks figure streaked backward with twice as much speed as he launched upwards, hitting the floor with frightening force.

Damn, this guy is a veteran. He tried to suppress the blood that was flowing through his mouth while thinking to himself, as a more serious expression came over his face.

For the past few months, he already arranged and spared with some Spartan Captains to get a good gauge of his strength against higher-ranked soldiers. And though he always lost, the outcome was definitely not this glaring.

Among the Spartan Captains, he only had the luxury of meeting either the newly advanced ones or the weaker ones that already sapped their potential dry.

This one clash revealed to him that this terrorist Commander was not among any of this group that he sparred with. This was a bonafide veteran 3rd rank high-grade soldier, with the fists to back it up.

Despite the countless thoughts that rolled around his mind, he was not slow by a second to spring up from the pit that his fall created.

Bam!! He slid sideways, narrowly dodging the falling blade slash that his opponent landed with. Unlike him, the terrorist Commander was a highly skilled swordmaster.

I guess you are the so-called Major Clark that is disturbing the underworld recently, Ill show you your place today.

The Commander muttered indifferently after stabilizing his steps, before bolting forward to meet his opponent. He wanted to teach this arrogant soldier to respect seniors.

Clark had no time to dodge, escape, nor care about his seniority bullshit but his hands were fast enough to parry. His face grew strained immediately on feeling the force behind the Commanders weapon.

Staggering a bit, he quickly curled and rolled backward to negate the force, but his opponent was right behind his tail. Already expecting this, he quickly sprang back up with a roundhouse kick directed backward at his opponent.

The Commander spread his legs while jumping to dodge the kick, as he readied his sword for a series of consecutive stabs.

He had plans, but Clark had plans also. Seeing that his nefarious plan worked, his eyes lit up as his leg quickly turned from the roundhouse kick into a vertical upwards kick to the location that was exposed when his opponent spread his legs.

???

Seeing the blasphemous trajectory of the kick, the Commanders expression darkened as black lines filled his face. Despite this, he still reacted fast by awkwardly moving to the side.

After finally getting his footing again, the rage at being humiliated took over him as he retaliated with a more aggressive counterattack.

Clark quickly braced himself for the impact, as his opponents sword rained down speedily, leaving him no choice but to retreat, retreat, and retreat again. Only his high-grade armor was helping him keep his composure.

He had to admit, this Commander was really beyond his current limits. He had no hopes of winning, his only saving grace was his better equipment and high-grade gadgets.

Well, in the beginning, before he arrived at the battlefield, he already predicted and planned extensively for this.

Who said this is a battle of skill, this is a battle of money. Today, I will show you the disadvantage of not proactively making money, but only waiting for your terrorists organization monthly stipend.

Despite his opponents attack that grew fiercer and more aggressive at what he said, he did not give a damn as he quickly jumped to the side.

At the same time that he did this, one of his soldier followers quickly came from the corner and threw the 5 military bags in his direction. Everything fell into place perfectly, as they all landed at his new position.

This is it bitch, open your eyes and take a look at what money can do.

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