The Mightiest Little Peasant

In the base, sirens blared loudly.

The entire base instantly became a sensation.

There are many kinds of sirens, representing different levels of threat. The lowest level is E-level, the most common and common alarm, and then D-level, which is not very common, only once every few months.

Then it is C-level, which is already a very advanced threat.

Next, there is Class B, a very serious threat. Once it appears, it needs to be reported to the Ministry of Defense and the army will be dispatched.

Finally, there is an A-level, which is the highest level, representing a fatal threat, which will pose a great threat to national security, and must be reported to the President of the United States.

Of course, in the rumors, there seems to be a higher level above the A level, but that is just a rumor, and no one can confirm it.

Today, the alarm sounded by the base is Class B, representing a very serious threat.

"Hurry up!"

In the base building, teams of soldiers rushed out, rushed to the airport, and boarded transport planes.

Men in black robes, with sticks in their hands, and stern faces came out and boarded the transport plane.

The military planes took off one by one, rushed into the sky, and flew to L City.

Near L City, an ordinary military base also became busy. Soldiers gathered, and the Black Hawk took off and rushed to L City.

In L City, the alarm was sounded.

On the TV, there was an emergency news break.

There were police cars everywhere, and the situation was chaotic.

"Hey! What's going on?"

"Damn it! Do you think I know it? I heard it was a terrorist attack. I don't understand what happened. Anyway, it looks very powerful."

Conversations like this happen everywhere on the streets.

Listening to the noise coming from all around, Tang Hao sat there with a depressed expression on his face.

"As for what!"

he muttered.

"Forget it, let's drink coffee!" He drank the coffee in his cup, walked into the shop, got another cup, and continued to drink it calmly.

Soon, it was almost dusk.

Hush!

Accompanied by the sound of roaring propellers, armed helicopters flew over from the city, full of momentum.

"I rely on it!"

Tang Hao looked up and rolled his eyes.

This situation seems to be a little out of control. He wanted to make a fuss and show the X department a little bit, but this posture is completely like a war.

Forget it, if you lose control, you will lose control, anyway, he is not afraid!

Then, whoosh, armed drones, like falcons, rushed towards him, and several of them just passed over Tang Hao's head.

Tang Hao glanced at it, then lowered his head and continued drinking coffee.

At this time, on the other side of the city, a train convoy approached, like a long dragon, and stopped ten blocks away from here.

Here, civilians have been evacuated long ago, and a simple command center has been set up.

As soon as the car door was opened, officers came down from the front, each with an X logo on their shoulder straps, and men in black robes came down in the middle.

Finally, there are teams of heavily armed special soldiers.

"How's the situation?"

The commander stepped forward and asked in a deep voice.

In the command center, those people had strange expressions on their faces.

"What happened?" The commander was startled.

"Sir, you can see for yourself!" They pointed to a computer screen.

The commander led the people forward, took a closer look, and was stunned for a moment.

Then, the eyeballs stared, and almost exploded in anger.

Nima!

The man in the picture was actually sitting on the side of the street, drinking coffee leisurely, and waving at the drones patrolling the sky from time to time.

How arrogant do you have to be to do this!

The commander's figure flickered, his face turned red, and he held back, so that no mouthful of old blood spewed out.

The people behind him also had similar expressions, their faces flushed red and their eyes spitting fire.

"This is simply deceiving!"

The commander gritted his teeth and said, "Have you figured it out, who is it?"

"This... I haven't figured it out yet!" An officer hesitated.

"What? Are you an idiot! It's been so long, and you haven't even confirmed your identity! What are you doing with a head!" the commander roared angrily.

The officer felt aggrieved and said, "This... there is really no way to confirm it, sir, look..."

As he said that, he asked someone to zoom in on the picture, but the face in the picture was a little blurry and he couldn't see clearly at all.

"What's going on here?" the commander asked.

"I don't know either! In this way, there is no way to confirm. The only thing that can be confirmed now is that this person is of Asian descent, and he is not very old, at most in his twenties."

"Twenty?"

The commander let out a low cry, somewhat unbelievable.

Can a kid in his twenties have the ability to kill nineteen of his subordinates in a row?

What a joke!

Then, his face darkened, "Asian? Damn, what country are they from?"

"General, what should we do now?" Someone behind him asked.

"What should we do? Just blow him up! He killed so many of us and is still so arrogant, why should he be left alive!" the commander roared.

"All drones, helicopters, all dispatched to me, let's shoot a salvo and blow him up directly!"

"Obey!"

Soon, the black eagles in the sky, as well as those drones, all surrounded there, intending to launch a strike.

Just then, someone shouted, "He moved!"

Everyone looked together, and saw that the young man stood up in the picture. Suddenly, as if by a magic trick, there was an extra RPG in his hands and he carried it on his shoulders.

Then, with a whoosh, the rocket exploded.

"Report! Report! Black Hawk III was shot..."

There was a panicked shout from the driver, which was transmitted through the communication system.

Then, a bang came from not far away.

The command center was dead silent.

Everyone stood there blankly, staring blankly at the screen in front of them.

On the screen, the young man kept firing rockets, throwing them away after shooting, and a handful of RPGs appeared in his hands as if by magic.

Those helicopters and drones fell down like dumplings.

"My God! Am I dreaming?"

Someone murmured.

As he spoke, he slapped himself.

With a cry of pain, he immediately realized that this was not a dream.

It's all true!

But...how is this possible! Where did these weapons come from?

He scratched his head, almost mad.

boom!

The last drone fell and burst into flames.

In the command center, there was still a dead silence.

Even those Western wizards were dull-faced.

Where have they seen such a battle!

After a while, the commander came back to his senses, trembling with anger.

shame! What a shame!

No matter who this guy is, if he dares to provoke him and the United States, he will die!

"Attack! Attack! Everyone, all attack, and kill this hateful bastard." He roared wildly at the group of Western wizards behind him.