Chapter 24 Tomorrow the Bad Guys Will Disappear

Another new day has arrived.

After the rain, the sky cleared up, the sun shone on the world, and Leon began to rush to the battlefield.

This was his second time flying to Afghanistan, and he was familiar with the route.

It took him a few minutes to get there, and he passed more than a dozen Boeing planes.

Leon floated in the air, looking down at the blue world under the clouds.

His eyes moved from time to time, locking on to each target more accurately than radar.

It was already night in Afghanistan at this time, and most of the bases of the Ten Commandments Gang began to impose martial law and prepare for rest.

However, there are always some terrorists who are so crazy that they will take advantage of the darkness to harass civilians.

Leon first locked on these people.

"You guys first!"

He saw two terrorists with guns kicking the door of the civilians.

So he leaned his body and fell down instantly.

The biological force field made Leon come silently like a god of death.

When he landed, he dispersed the force field, and the ground under his feet cracked around like a spider web, making a dull falling sound.

The sound startled the two terrorists who had just kicked the door open.

They turned around with guns in hand and saw Leon in strange clothes, and immediately came up cursing.

"Dari? Are you Iranians or Tajiks?" Leon asked in Dari.

He had learned most of the official languages ​​on Earth in recent days and could understand the Dari swear words the two people spoke.

However, the two people were indifferent and even wanted to point the muzzle of the gun at his forehead.

Leon shook his head: "It seems that you don't want to communicate."

"Then goodbye!" He stretched out his hands, grabbed the necks of the two people like a phantom, raised them above his head, and gently twisted them.

There were two crisp clicks, and the two terrorists drooped their heads and stopped breathing.

Leon threw the body away and was about to leave, but he thought of something and looked back at the family hugging each other in the room.

This is a typical Pashtun family.

The old father had a full beard, deep sunken eyes, sallow skin and cracked lips.

The mother and two daughters were wearing long gowns, and the combination of brown and orange is a kind of Pashtun national costume.

They all looked at Leon in fear, their bodies trembling, not daring to speak, and could only hide the heads of the two daughters in their arms.

"You don't have to worry about the consequences of these two people dying here."

Leon said in Pashto, the official language of Afghanistan: "It's late at night, go back to sleep, and the terrorist organizations nearby will disappear tomorrow morning."

After that, Leon turned and floated in the air, and his eyes swept and locked the next target.

"Please, please!" Just as he was about to leave, a childish voice suddenly called out in the room.

Leon turned around and it was the youngest girl in the family.

The girl was seven or eight years old, and her mother was covering her mouth with her hands when she was frightened, but she still struggled to pull her mother's hands away and asked timidly.

"You, are you Superman?"

Leon wore a uniform he made himself, a red cape, and appeared at the critical moment. He could fly, and he really looked like a Superman.

But Leon was stunned.

He didn't expect that Hollywood's cultural output was so powerful that the suffering families in Afghanistan also knew Superman.

... But think about it, a few years ago, when the Americans hadn't come here, there must have been a rich entertainment life here.

"I'm not, but it's okay for you to call me that."

Leon first answered the little girl's question with a smile, and then comforted the two parents: "It's okay, I will leave soon, and the guys from the Ten Rings Gang will leave too."

"So you are here to help us?" The little girl suddenly asked again, and she became bolder after getting the answer, "Just like you beat up those bad guys on TV?"

Leon was silent for a while, then nodded: "Yes, I am here to beat up the bad guys, and they will never bully you again."

"Great! Superman, you are awesome!" The little girl cheered, broke free from her mother's hand and ran to Leon, trying to hug his thighs.

Leon laughed dumbly, landed on the ground, squatted down and held the little carrot head: "What's your name?"

"Shafika, my name is Shafika Mazari!"

"Okay Shafika, listen to me, you go back to your room now, lie on the bed, and then have a good dream, so that when you wake up tomorrow morning, all the bad guys will be gone, okay?"

The little girl didn't agree, she looked at Leon with her big eyes: "Are you leaving, Superman?"

"Shafika," Leon also answered the question irrelevantly, and tapped the little girl's forehead with his index finger: "Next time you can't easily talk to strangers, and, listen to your mother!"

After speaking, Leon stood up and took a step back, flying into the clouds with a sound of breaking through the air.

The little girl and her family ran to the yard together, looking at the dark night sky, shocked.

"Allah bless, that is really Superman!" The old father made a blessing gesture.

That night, the family suddenly looked forward to tomorrow's life.

...

Lyon quickly cleared all the terrorists who were harassing civilians in Afghanistan.

Every time he just appeared, punched, and then left.

A set of processes was completed in one second.

It took no more than ten minutes in total.

After clearing the soldiers, Leon began to deal with the terrorist organization base.

If it was a normal strategic attack, it should be to attack the small base first, erode the terrorist forces step by step, and finally drive them out.

But Leon would definitely not do this.

His first stop was the largest base of the Ten Rings.

He flew in the clouds, his cape fluttering in the wind.

At a glance, there were more than seventy patrols in the base below.

Under Leon's perspective, the remaining four thousand combat members who were sleeping in the base were also clearly visible.

In addition, he saw the Jericho missile in a tent in the camp.

That was a powerful weapon developed by Tony not long ago. One round of artillery shells could flatten a hill.

"Why is there a Jericho missile here? Tony, Tony, you really help the evil." Although Tony was already very guilty now, Leon couldn't help but mutter.

He even took out his mobile phone.

"Jarvis," Leon shouted, "Take a picture of everything I see and send it to Tony after the battle."

"Especially the Stark munitions seen in the process, take every detail for him to see."

Leon was going to make Tony feel so guilty that he couldn't sleep all night today.

"Okay, Master Leon, I've started the camera for you." Jarvis' voice came from the phone.

Leon nodded silently and fell down: "The battle has begun!"

This time, he did not hide his tracks at all, and fell into the Ten Rings Gang camp like a meteorite, so fast that it rubbed out flames in the air.

"Boom!" The deafening sound of falling resounded throughout the camp.

The next moment, the alarm was sounded, and the cries of enemy attacks came one after another, and the terrorists quickly gathered.

Leon stood in the middle of the camp, and he used heat rays to kill one person who appeared.

Soon the terrorists found that half of their side had died before the fight began.

Some people were awakened just after falling asleep at night, and they were hit by this bad news. They were already shouting monsters and began to flee.

However, they were soon killed by the remaining people's concentrated fire.

But the remaining people were not much better.

They didn't even dare to show their faces. They hid behind the tents, pulled out grenades, grenade launchers, rocket launchers, tank missiles, and Jericho missiles, intending to concentrate their firepower to destroy the invading monsters without leaving any ashes.