Afghanistan. The American troops stationed here were in an uproar. The famous playboy and chairman of Stark Industries had been kidnapped by Terrorists. This had already caused a huge sensation back in the United States. Immense pressure instantly fell upon the commander of the U.S. forces in Afghanistan, Lieutenant General John Scott.
Scott was a graduate of the United States Military Academy. As a Lieutenant General, he had previously served as the commander of the 82nd Airborne Division and the commander of the NATO ground forces. He had extensive connections within both the military and political circles. But even he couldn't withstand the pressure from The Pentagon.
To this end, he had mobilized nearly a third of the troops stationed in Afghanistan and launched an offensive codenamed "Forest Python," attacking the Ten Rings' bases.
The 2nd Battalion of the 160th Special Operations Aviation Regiment, the 87th Infantry Regiment of the 1st Brigade of the 10th Mountain Division, the 187th Infantry Regiment of the 3rd Brigade of the 101st Airborne Division, as well as SEAL Team, and Delta Force, all participated in this large-scale operation.
On the other hand, he also used some well-connected individuals within the Afghan government to attempt to contact the Ten Rings and initiate negotiations.
"General, Captain Michael Murphy of SEAL Team 10 has discovered a Ten Rings base."
The adjutant relayed the discovery from SEAL Team.
"But the base seems to have been attacked, and all the Ten Rings members inside have been killed."
The video footage taken by the SEAL Team members was quickly transmitted to the theater command and control system. The person filming was clearly in a state of shock, causing the video to shake somewhat, but it was still enough to see the scene inside the base.
Bodies lay on the ground. They seemed to have been attacked during lunch, as soup was still simmering in the campfire. There were very few shell casings on the battlefield. The Ten Rings' armed personnel didn't seem to have had time to fire many shots before they were eliminated. Some even dropped their weapons and chose to surrender.
But the attackers showed no mercy, killing everyone swiftly and decisively.
"The attackers used cold weapons, similar to throwing knives, with no trace of firearms being used."
Michael Murphy had already conducted a detailed reconnaissance of the battlefield.
"Who could have done this?"
Everyone in the command center was discussing it.
"We've been frequently launching attacks on the Ten Rings recently. They couldn't possibly lower their guard. The attackers clearly had an overwhelming advantage."
The relationship between the U.S. forces stationed in Afghanistan and the Ten Rings was actually quite ambiguous. Both sides shared a common enemy and often cooperated, jointly attacking the Taliban. The U.S. military even sent personnel to train the Ten Rings' armed personnel. Therefore, they were very familiar with the Ten Rings' armed forces.
Someone who could destroy a Ten Rings base with such ease was definitely not simple.
John Scott's expression was very serious.
"Perhaps it was Easterners' martial artists."
He voiced the worst possible scenario. Compared to the very rigid relationship between the U.S. government and mutants, the Eastern government completely controlled the power of martial artists.
Those martial artists possessed the power of Qi, and the best among them could easily defeat a hundred enemies. Fire Cloud Evil God had a blood feud with them, so it was not surprising for him to choose to make trouble at this time.
"Increase the search efforts. We absolutely cannot let Tony Stark fall into the hands of those Easterners. Otherwise, everyone can look forward to planting potatoes in Alaska."
Tony Stark's value was far more than his identity as the chairman of Stark Industries. As a genius engineer, one-third of the weapons currently used by the U.S. military were produced by Stark Industries, one-fourth of the weapons were co-developed by him, and one-tenth of the weapons were directly researched by him.
If such a key figure fell into the hands of the Easterners, they would instantly gain a huge advantage in the confrontation. Just the leakage of those weapon performance parameters would be troublesome. Who knew if Tony Stark would set up backdoors in the weapon systems?
An even worse outcome would be Tony Stark defecting and researching weapons for the Easterners.
At this moment, Broly was camping in the wilderness of Afghanistan. He was sitting cross-legged in the middle of a dried-up riverbed, lighting a campfire.
Looking around, it was a pale yellow landscape. The desolate mountain ranges, like the spines of dragons, rose and fell, rugged and precipitous, and magnificent under the sunlight.
This was a forbidden zone for life, desolate on all sides, with no signs of human habitation.
During the Second Afghan War more than thirty years ago, the Russians had buried more than ten million landmines here, and when they retreated, they buried another three million. Herdsmen often accidentally stepped on landmines and were killed or disabled, and gradually, they didn't dare to graze their animals here.
Broly boiled a pot of water and then took off his Bat Armor and mask, covering them with a cloak. A brown bear had its neck twisted by him and was thrown aside.
The landmines drove away humans but allowed the wild animals of the Panjwayi region to flourish rapidly. This brown bear had an abundant food source and was well-fed.
Berries, insects, fish, and even wolves and snow leopards in the bushes were all on its menu.
Broly pulled out a Bat throwing knife, skillfully skinning the brown bear and skewering the dismembered meat on branches, roasting them over the campfire.
"Come out."
He tossed the bear skin aside, sat down, and adjusted the heat. The bear meat on the branches made an enticing sizzling sound, and rich oils burst on the surface of the meat.
A young man with a sword on his back emerged somewhat awkwardly from the bend of the riverbed.
"Can you speak Chinese?"
He asked in broken English, while Broly still maintained the appearance of Bruce Wayne.
"Yes."
Broly said, tossing a skewer of roasted meat over.
"My name is Nie Zheng."
Nie Zheng took the roasted meat, and just as he took a bite, he nearly choked on the smell. He was kind and didn't want to spit it out in front of Broly, so he could only swallow it with a pale face.
He didn't want to eat the rest of the meat, holding it awkwardly.
"Your sword is very good."
Broly picked up a skewer of meat, ate it all, and chewed loudly.
"This is a treasured sword passed down from my ancestors, called the Snow Drinking Saber."
Nie Zheng, seeing Broly's wild eating habits, felt the smell rise again. He hurriedly uncapped his water bottle and took a big gulp to suppress the taste.
"Can I borrow it to take a look?"
Nie Zheng took off his long sword and handed it to Broly.
"Why not."
He cultivated the family's Ice Heart Technique, which allowed him to perceive others with his heart, or he wouldn't have come out after being called.
Broly unfastened the buckle on the scabbard and drew the sword. The long sword was heavy, and as soon as it was drawn, it emitted a chilling aura. The blazing campfire's flames immediately shrank, and white mist and frost began to condense in the river valley, as if winter had arrived early.
"Good sword."
He sheathed the sword and returned it to Nie Zheng.
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