The Conspiracy of the Elites

Chapter 318: commander pizza emerges

Sir, the Professor is asking to meet you again.

Hearing the voice of his subordinate again for the umpteenth time this night, the Commander sighed. He didnt answer immediately though, he just placed a hand on his chin and looked into space.

A few hours ago, when most of his subordinates already slept, he was surprised to notice that he could not sleep. He felt uneasy.

He had been feeling uneasy for the past few days, but tonights own was on a whole realm of its own. Something that could make a soldier of his caliber unable to sleep, he just couldnt fantom how terrifying it was.

Not sure of what to do, in the end, he sent a distress signal to their regional headquarters that was at the outskirts of the city.

Though all communication channels in the city were trapped, as the biggest terrorist base in the city, he had a one-time-use device that could break through the veils of the electromagnetic disturbance and send out voice signals.

Even if the Vatican City military forces could also discover and intercept the signal, he was fine as long as his higher-ups received it. He coded the message before sending it, and it could not be traced back to him.

He clarified in the message that it was just his gut feeling, but he was sure that something was going down this night.

He was pretty sure that his message would be attended to with importance due to his rank, so this brought him some relief. As a 3rd rank high-grade soldier, he was one of the leaders of this region.

Normally, Vatican City region had an allocation of 2 main Commanders who were both 3rd rank high-grade soldiers.

When one of the Commanders was trashed by Major Clark a few months ago, the news got to the higherups of the organization. Feeling that the dignity of the organization was trampled upon, a payback attack was ordered.

To make the attack more effective against the city, the higherups released two more 3rd rank high-grade soldiers to act as reinforcement to them. They also spent a lot of money to bribe a few of the Vatican officials.

Due to all these measures, their payback was super effective and they got the perfect result that they wanted. They killed a ton lot of civilians and soldiers alike, so they retreated satisfied.

For the past few months, the 2 reinforcement main Commanders would have been recalled but due to a series of coincidences, they were still here.

He didnt know why, but he felt lucky that these 2 other comrades stayed. His gut feeling told him that tonight was going to be calamitous, he feared a little for his life.

Commander, the Professor knocked again. His subordinate called out to him again.

He sighed. Suppressing his irritation, he finally relented. Lead him in.

Yes, Commander.

The next moment, a grizzled white-bearded old man rushed into the room. Pizza, why have you kept me outside for so long?

Ignoring the disrespect practically oozing from the old man, the Commander turned to face him. Were you able to find an escape path for the both of us? I told you that the base is a lost cause, weve lost.

Thats so unlike you. Youre a 3rd rank high-grade soldier, Pizza!

Hearing the tone at which the Professor stressed the last part, his face darkened. Dont mock my name.

I didnt mock your name, Pizza.

There is a high chance of us dying tonight, but if you want an early death, I can give it to you. He raised his trident threateningly.

Its ok. The Professor raised his hands in a calming gesture. About the escape route, Im sorry, the Vatican soldiers have enclosed every single opening. Not even an ant can escape from their tight blockade.

And I also did a lot of calculations, that soldier is not Major Clark. He is far stronger in raw strength, probably a 3rd rank high-grade soldier like you. And the Major is not a lover of so many weapons.

The Commander sighed and stood up. You dont understand, Prof. Thats mathematics, but this is battle.

I rewatched that footage long enough to know who Clark is. My best guess is that he broke through, which only means that we are more screwed.

Seeing them discuss their doom so casually was eerie, but they both didnt care. They already lived long enough on this earth; their seeds were all over the republic due to their heroics when they were younger.

Dying gloriously after achieving so much was not something to be sad about to them, they left an honorable legacy behind.

When the attack just started, the Commander did not get a heart attack, instead, he was hyped up for battle. His enthusiasm died just a few minutes in though, he recognized the soldier who was leading the charge.

It felt weird, but after watching the footage of the young soldiers battle with his comrade months ago, he developed a strange phobia for him.

Knowing that Clark already broke through made him more afraid, he knew the capability of the young soldier when he was just a 2nd rank high-grade soldier. Now, he would have probably become more dangerous.

Despite all the terrifying scenarios that kept on bashing at his head, as soon as he confirmed from the Professor who was his old friend that there was no escape for them, he took that from his thoughts.

He was a Persian Tiger king; he may fear a Spartan but he never chickened out from an inevitable battle with Spartans.

He already made up his mind, he would duck it out in a battle to the death with Clark, its not like he had a choice anyway. He wondered how long Vatican City planned to cook up such a seamless plan.

He turned to face the Professor. Prof, you better use your last minutes to face your calculations that you love most. As for me, Ill face battle which is my love. This may be the greatest and last battle of my life.

The Professor smiled. I will calculate the paradigms of your battle. I want to see how youll last against such a genius; itll be left as a mural in remembrance of you so be calm.

The Commander snorted in disdain before turning away.

Now, he no longer felt fear but anticipation for the clash. He wanted to know what that Clark was made from; did he have balls of Adamantium?

Taking hold of his trident, he marched out of the room, straight into the tunnel-like corridor that led outside.

Boom! Boom!

Horrifying scenes filled the territory of the once deserted barbed wire fence. The deserted land was now overflowing with bodies. Not living bodies, but incomplete corpses that were birth from the carnage of the ongoing battle.

Blood was practically flowing like a river already; every soldier and terrorist was already embroiled in the heat of battle.

Despite Clarks attempts to avoid a casualty in the battle, it was inevitable as battles were as unpredictable as football matches. They were battling against the elites of the terrorists Afterall.

Due to a single mistake from one of the soldiers, one of the stronger high-grade terrorists capitalized on that mistake to reap the first life away from the Black Dragon soldiers.

The battle was already ongoing for more than an hour, but that was the only casualty from the soldiers of the Dragon Military division. While in the case of the terrorists, the scenario was completely different.

Over 800 terrorists already died to the tyrannical weapons of the Black Dragon soldiers. Of these 800, Clark personally killed over 200 which was a mind-blowing amount already.

The numbers seemed small, but in a battle among elites that was how the number of deaths moved.

After so many terrorists died, their numbers already diminished by a lot but they were still putting a decent fight to repel their enemies. A remarkable fact was that none of them tried to escape.

Perhaps, they were ready to die heroically or they already discovered that there was no escape for them and the area was already sealed up.

Sergeant Maria and her fellow soldiers already had dozens of opportunities to shine in this battle, but they all looked on at their Captain with undisguised admiration gushing out from the depths of their hearts.

For this battle, Clark was the undisputed star of the show. From the beginning of the battle till now, he fought like he had everything in the hollow of his palms. It was tyrannical.

Whoosh!

Dodging another overloaded gunshot that was aimed to take him down a notch, he bolted to the side of the terrorist who shot the bullet, and before the latter could react, he already flashed past.

5 other terrorists tried to block his path, but he moved faster than they did. Before they could get a good offensive stance, his dual swords already wrath their mischief.

In the end, 6 terrorists stood standing like statues as their target already left to kill other of their comrades. It took a few seconds before a line opened up in their necks, then their head slid down lifelessly.

It was a swift, mostly painless, and nightmarish death.

As Clark fought more, the more he got more embroiled in the feeling of harvesting the lives of the people he hated most.

A few minutes ago, he finally kept his exotic ax back on his back after demolishing all the terrorist vehicles and machines on the battlefield.

He loved the feeling of slicing flesh with swords on such a chaotic battlefield, so he choose them again.

As he fought, his exotic car was also bossing the battlefield from another direction entirely.

The car moved and fought like it was a sentient being. Cannon muzzles repeatedly flashed red lights of calamity as they spread destruction everywhere, inducing explosions to rock the battlefield.

From its sides, machine guns kept on raking the whole battlefield with unrelenting bullets like they were unending. The sounds were like those of beating war drums.

Occasionally, a sniper rifle would release a high-caliber bullet from its side, downing a high-grade terrorist every single time. The terror from it was even more than Clark was spreading personally.

All these were being controlled by Clark. Through the chip and his implant, he remotely controlled the car like it was an extension of his arm. Its effects could only be described as tyrannical.

Their combination was iconic. Even in death, the terrorists would never forget what they suffered from this combination.

Ptui!

As Clark slashed through another neck, letting blood spray out like rain, he suddenly felt someone focus on him. He turned his head to one of the tunnel entrances, something new was emerging!

Retreat!

He yelled at the nearest soldier to the entrance but the fellow was slow by a second as a trident directly stabbed through the poor Black Dragon soldier, ending his life in an instant.

Feeling the pressure blasting at them from the new terrorist, all the nearby Black Dragon soldiers retreated in alarm.

As soon as Commander Pizza emerged from the tunnel, seeing the blood and corpse of his soldiers physically rubbed him the wrong way. His eyes reddened; with one movement, he sprinted towards Clarks direction.

Clark did not hesitate either, his eyes glittered like the stars in the starry sky. Finally, a worthy opponent to test my strength with!

Trident and swords clashed; the impact was mighty as shockwaves erupted from their position in a spiral manner but neither of them bulged. They adjusted and struck again.

Boom!

[Thanks for reading, I really appreciate your patience. Once again, sorry.]