I started by watching videos, and I chose 10,000 combat power.

Luo Fei's figure continued to move through the night sky.

The United States has troops stationed all over Japan.

There was more than one military base around Edo.

Based on the information he had previously gathered, Luo Fei selected his next target and sped off.

Less than a minute.

An air force base appears below.

It's larger than the previous one.

The runway was filled with a greater number and variety of aircraft.

There were also several uniquely shaped airplanes that gleamed dimly under the lights.

Luo Fei lowered his altitude and hovered above the base.

He followed the same method and quickly located the armory.

Break down the door, take away all weapons and ammunition, leave nothing behind.

Then came the tarmac, where all the aircraft were taken away.

As he approached a uniquely shaped airplane, he paused slightly.

The aircraft was entirely black, with an astonishingly wide wingspan and no traditional tail. From a distance, it resembled a giant bat lurking on the ground, exuding a chilling aura.

Luo Fei recognized it as the 2-B strategic bomber, known as the strongest aerial ghost on the entire planet. The cost of just one aircraft exceeded two billion US dollars, and it was one of the core combat forces of the US Air Force.

Luo Fei stretched out his hand, and with a slight thought, the entire massive bomber vanished from the tarmac and entered his storage ring.

Almost at the same time the bombers disappeared, the piercing alarms blared again throughout the base, and the entire base quickly went into a state of emergency.

Large numbers of heavily armed soldiers rushed out of the various barracks.

However, Luo Fei had already ascended to a high altitude. He expressionlessly took out several missiles from his storage ring and, just like last time, set off a dazzling yet deadly "fireworks" display.

"Boom boom boom!"

Deafening explosions rang out one after another, and huge fireballs shot into the sky, quickly engulfing the entire base in a sea of ​​fire. The soldiers who had just rushed out were instantly thrown back by the powerful shockwaves of the explosions, letting out desperate screams in the inferno.

The once incredibly sturdy buildings within the base collapsed almost entirely under the violent impact of the explosion, turning into ruins.

Luo Fei coldly stared at the raging sea of ​​fire below, without pausing for a moment, and turned to fly towards his next target.

At the next base, similarly, the armories and helipads were emptied.

Several missiles.

boom!

After half an hour.

Luo Fei hovered in the night sky, looking down at the last sea of ​​fire below.

Several major U.S. military bases around Edo were reduced to ruins.

Those soldiers, planes, and weapons.

The vast majority are gone.

Very few survived.

Luo Fei withdrew his gaze and turned to fly towards the direction of the Dragon Kingdom.

His figure quickly disappeared into the clouds in the night sky.

Shanshui Impression Villa Area, Qingyang County.

Luo Fei landed gently on the top floor of the villa, pushed open the door, and returned to his room.

He sat on the edge of the bed and took out his laptop.

Fingers flew across the keyboard.

Everyone who saw him tonight is dead.

The number of survivors among the soldiers at the military base was already very small, and given the chaotic scene at the time, no one could see his face clearly.

Therefore, the only way to leave a trace of his actions is through the ubiquitous surveillance system.

Luo Fei's fingers didn't stop; he hacked into Japan's surveillance system and retrieved footage from all relevant areas that night.

Delete, shred, overwrite, ensuring there's no way to recover it.

He then hacked into the US Department of Defense system and retrieved surveillance footage from those bases.

The same operation was used to make all footage of him disappear.

After doing all this, he pondered for a moment and felt it wasn't enough.

Luo Fei decided to give a warning to all the forces that had previously called him and tried to get their hands on Bai Ruizhe's shares.

Soon, the conglomerates, pharmaceutical companies, and families that had once wanted to buy his shares all received a message from an unknown number: "Anyone who targets Bai Ruizhe shares again will suffer the same fate as Yamamoto Corporation."

There was no signature or any closing.

When everyone received the message, they fell silent.

They had already learned through their respective intelligence channels that Yamamoto Corporation's chairman, Masao Yamamoto, and all its senior executives had been wiped out overnight, and that Edo and the surrounding U.S. military bases had also suffered devastating blows.

No one would believe this was a coincidence.

The executives of those conglomerates felt a chill run down their spines as they stared at the cold words on the screen.

They originally thought that the young man named Luo Fei was just an ordinary person who was lucky enough to have mastered the formula.

But now it seems they had clearly underestimated the other side's power. Everyone began to reassess their plans, and ultimately, they all made the same decision: to suspend all plans targeting Bairuize shares, choose to wait and see, and dare not make any further rash moves.

After sending the message, Luo Fei closed his laptop.

But after thinking about it, he turned his computer back on because there was still one thing he hadn't done—he needed a scapegoat, a "fall guy" who could take the blame for all of this.

He silently infiltrated the internal systems of the US intelligence service and began meticulously searching for information on terrorist organizations secretly supported by the US. Soon, a suitable target came into his view.

That was an extremist group operating in the Middle East, codenamed "Black Hawk".

The United States has been secretly providing them with financial and weapons support, using them to contain other countries and forces.

This organization is extreme, insane, and mysterious.

Most importantly, they have a sophisticated propaganda system, frequently releasing videos claiming responsibility for some of the attacks.

Luo Fei quietly infiltrated the organization's core server and seized all administrator accounts with publishing privileges.

Then, he generated a video.

In the video, a masked man is seen speaking from inside a tent.

"We, the Black Hawk Down organization, are responsible for tonight's attack in Japan."

"Those American military bases, those lackeys who work for America, were all destroyed by our own hands. Yamamoto Corporation, those conglomerates that colluded with America and sucked the blood and sweat of the people, have also been completely wiped out by us."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "This is righteous retaliation for the long-standing aggression of the United States! We warn Japan that if you dare to rebuild that shrine that enshrines war criminals, we will launch a larger-scale and more intense attack, making you pay an even heavier price!"

"The people of Japan should question their government about why they work for the United States and why they build structures that invite divine retribution."

"Awesome!"

The video ends.

Luo Fei carefully examined every detail to ensure that no trace of synthesis was left behind.

He used a Black Hawk account to send the video out from their local server.

Then he erased all traces of his activity, turned off the computer, and lay down on the bed.

Outside the window, the night was deep.

the next day.

The sun rises as usual in the early morning.

But news media around the world were in an uproar.

The United States is broadcasting its nightly news.

The host, his expression grave and his tone urgent, announced: "Breaking news! Multiple US military bases within Japan suffered devastating attacks last night! Casualties were heavy, and the losses are incalculable!"

The terrorist organization "Black Hawk Down" has released a video claiming responsibility for the attack and threatening to continue its offensive!

People began to gather on the streets.

Some people are watching the news, some are discussing it, and some are angry.

"A terrorist organization? How did they manage that?"

"What are our troops doing? So many soldiers have died; the government must provide an explanation!"

"Eliminate them! Eradicate them completely!"

Angry crowds began to march, holding signs and chanting slogans.

"Eliminate terrorist organizations!"

"Avenge the fallen soldiers!"

"The government must take action!"

The crowd gathered in front of the white house grew larger and larger.

An emergency meeting was also held inside the Pentagon.

On the giant screen, a video of the terrorist organization was playing.

The intelligence officer stood at the front of the stage, his face grave.

"We've checked, and the video is real, not fabricated. They're using their own accounts and IPs."

A general frowned.

"You believe they did it? Do they have the capability?"

The intelligence official shook his head.

"From a capability standpoint, it's impossible. They don't have such advanced weapons, nor do they have that kind of infiltration capability."

"But the video is real."

Another general spoke up.

"Could someone be impersonating him?"

Intelligence officials said.

"That's possible. But we need evidence."

The Minister of Defense sat in the main seat and remained silent for a long time.

Then he spoke.

"Regardless of whether the Black Hawk Down organization was behind this, the public has now seen the video and is convinced of its authenticity."

"If we stand up now and say it's fake, it's tantamount to admitting that our intelligence system is useless and incapable of distinguishing truth from falsehood, which would seriously shake the public's trust in the government."

"If we say it's true, then we must send troops to wipe them out and give the people an explanation."

He paused.

"Right now, we only have these two choices."

Silence fell over the meeting room.

Finally, the president's voice came through the phone.

"Clearance and eradication. Since they want to claim it, let them. We must act immediately and show the people our attitude and our determination to protect them."

Soon after, the U.S. Ministry of Defense held a press conference.

The spokesperson looked serious.

"We have confirmed that the recent attacks in Japan were carried out by the terrorist organization 'Black Hawk'."

"This is a provocation against the free world, and the president has ordered a full-scale crackdown. Our troops have been deployed and will completely eradicate this scourge."

The reporters in the audience erupted in uproar.

Japan, the land of chickens.

"Multiple US military bases were attacked last night, and several high-ranking executives of Yamamoto Corporation were killed."

"Police have preliminarily determined it to be a terrorist attack and are conducting a full investigation."

"The newly rebuilt toilet construction site has been damaged again, resulting in heavy losses."

street.

People are watching the news.

The expression is complex.

Some people are sighing, some are angry, and some are afraid.

"The public toilet got bombed again?"

Why are those terrorists targeting us?

"What exactly did the government do to deserve this?"

The pain from the earthquake and tsunami has not yet healed; hundreds of thousands of people lost their lives in the disaster, and millions were displaced and left homeless.

Relief supplies that should have arrived in time have been delayed in reaching the disaster victims, leaving many people still sleeping on the streets and suffering from hunger.

Now, the shadow of terrorist attacks looms over them again, undoubtedly adding insult to injury.

Those disaster victims who had just lost their homes and were huddled in temporary shelters looked at the images of the ruined toilets on the news, but their faces showed no sadness, instead revealing a complex expression.

A ragged man suddenly said in a low voice, "We don't even have a place to live, we don't know where our next meal will come from, but they have the leisure and money to rush to repair that thing overnight."

The people around fell silent, and then there was more silence.

Someone whispered.

"Why bother fixing it? It's better if it explodes."

His family members next to him quickly covered his mouth.

"I wouldn't dare say such a thing."

But that feeling has already begun to spread.

Inside the government building, officials were in a state of utter disarray.

The United States is putting pressure on us.

The public is questioning it.

The budget for rebuilding the shrine is already a sensitive issue.

It's been bombed again.

Should we rebuild it? What if it gets bombed again after we rebuild it?

If we don't build it, will those right-wing forces agree?

The meeting room was filled with the sounds of arguing.