My Items Have an Upgrade Panel C294 – Chapter 294: Bullets in Tactics

Chapter 294: Bullets in Tactics

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

As the mech activated and dashed toward Syria, it drew the world's attention to this spectacle.

Initially, everyone was a bit confused, unsure of the situation.

But then Iran broadcasted a message through a loudspeaker, making an announcement for all to hear.

That certainly got the world's attention.

Countries uninvolved in the affair began to relax, grabbing snacks and drinks to watch the drama unfold from the comfort of their homes.

However, the countries directly involved were far from relaxed, especially America, or, more specifically, its inhabitants that wielded immense wealth and influence.

They controlled many news outlets and media organizations, including Hollywood, behind the scenes.

Back when the Middle East Coalition attacked them, they even managed to get American's Fifth Fleet pilots to fight on their behalf.

One can imagine the extent of their influence in America; it was truly sky-high. A country only 1.5 times the size of Jing City, yet it occupied Syria.

Without American backing over the years, their nation would have long been overrun by the Middle East Coalition's affluent forces.

Now, knowing that Iran was targeting Syria, they were panicking.

They immediately contacted American high command for assistance, while also preparing their own defenses.

In just fifty minutes, Congress approved a weapons lease contract at record speed.

They leased over seventy fighter jets, including F-22S and F-35s, and even B-2 stealth bombers, to the American residents. These jets were sent directly by their pilots.

But this was just the facade. In reality, American pilots were virtually fighting on their behalf, leasing out not just the planes but the pilots too.

The jets took off from American overseas bases, flying to a military airport just outside Damascus City.

There, they armed themselves with weapons and ammunition before taking off again, heading towards the mech over a thousand kilometers away.

At that moment, the running mech suddenly halted.

The next second, its rear electric propulsion engines shut down, and it stood still, the red glow in its eyes fading away.

Simultaneously, Ah Mu, who was controlling the mech, found that no matter how he tried, the mech wouldn't respond.

Just as he thought there was a malfunction, a projection window appeared before him.

Usage time expired. Would you like to recharge?”

Stunned and brought back to reality by the cold prompt, Ah Mu realized the urgency of recharging.

Recharge at 500 million USD per hour?

By the Almighty, whoever devised this should be condemned.

“Your Holiness, our time with the mech has expired,” Ah Mu reported to the Pope.

“Usage time expired…”

Truth be told, Ah Nei was tempted to curse.

They hadn't engaged the mech in combat, merely controlled its movement.

Was this also timed?

“Contact Crimson. Tell them we reject their unreasonable terms. We'll pay only when in combat.”

Immediately, his order was relayed to Crimson.

But within a minute, the messenger returned.

“What did Crimson say?”

“They refuse. They say if we don't follow the contract, they'll seize our deposit and terminate the agreement.”

“Damn bloodsuckers, heretics…”

After a round of cursing, just as Ah Nei was about to arrange the transfer, Ah

Mu reported that the mech's radar had detected enemy fighter jets.

Hearing this, Ah Nei swallowed his words about the transfer.

He decided to wait and see if the mech could withstand the attack of the fighter jet's missiles.

After all, they were not in control of the mech at the moment.

Any damage wouldn't be their responsibility.

Better to play it safe for now.

At this time, all eyes were fixed on the motionless mech, seemingly defenseless.

“All fighters, launch two missiles each.”

“Roger that.”

Dozens of F-22 fighter jets simultaneously opened their bays, targeting and firing missiles at the mech.

68 missiles swiftly homed in on the mech.

But as they neared, their trajectories altered, diverted away by an unseen force.

The missiles' chips, upon laser detection of their distance from the target, activated their warheads and detonated.

Boom, boom, boom…

68 missiles exploded, surrounding the mech in a halo of fire and smoke.

A breeze blew through, the smoke cleared, and the mech stood there unscathed.

Its surface was unmarred, not even a scratch on its paint.

Witnessing this, everyone watching inhaled sharply in disbelief.

Such resilience…

Even a battleship would have struggled to stay afloat under such an assault, let alone taking damage.

Yet this seemingly frail mech remained undamaged.

“How's the mech?” Ah Nei inquired about the mech's status from the underground base.

“No damage whatsoever,” Ah Mu responded.

“Quick, arrange a transfer of 3.5 billion USD,” Ah Nei immediately ordered.

3-5 billran USD would secure 7 hours of mech usage.

With Ah Mu controlling the mech, and over a thousand kilometers still to cover to reach Syria, it would take about six hours.

According to his calculation, the remaining hour would be sufficient to lay waste to Syria.

If more time was needed, they would extend the lease, but the mech couldn't be left idle halfway.

Master, the Iranians have made the payment.”

-Alright, then resume their remote control and start the countdown,” Tang Rui

instructed upon hearing Red Lotus's report.

Still thinking about not paying?

What a joke.

This mech wasn't just any object; it couldn't be abandoned anywhere. If pushed to the limit, he could directly control the mech to demolish the Iranian base.

With the remote control restored, Ah Mu resumed controlling the mech, charging towards Syria.

As for the American fighter jets, after launching two rounds of missiles, they became mere observers.

At most, they served as scouts, watching the mech's movements.

But there wasn't much to observe.

Its route was clear, and its speed steady.

In 6 hours and 12 minutes, the mech would reach Syria – a fact laid bare for all to see.

The only question was how to counter this threat.

Master, Lin Chao is requesting communication. Shall I connect?”

“Connect him.”

Tang Rui accepted Lin Chao's call, expecting some directive, but it was just an inquiry.

He was asked about the mech's condition and its ability to withstand other weapons.

“Don't worry, it's all under control.”

“That's good. By the way, the chairman of an American news conglomerate

wants to contact you.”

“Ignore him.”

“Understood.”

After ending the call, Tang Rui continued to enjoy the show.

As for the one wanting to contact him, surely it was someone from the Elder Council of the American residents.

But what did that have to do with him?

They had nothing he wanted.

Money?

Was he lacking it?

Their strongest card was their wealth, but for him, that was insignificant.

Rather than making money, he preferred to be entertained, so there was no point in engaging further.

After Tang Rui rejected the communication request, Congress decided to deploy more potent weapons.

Influenced by financial incentives, America dispatched a B-2 stealth bomber

armed with a tactical nuke towards the mech..

Chapter end