The Conspiracy of the Elites

Chapter 334: we won

In an enclosed room underground, 3 old men sat on chairs as they watched the ongoing battle with rapt attention under the supervision of a lady clothed in red from head to toe.

Seeing the rapt attention on the 3 Commissioner faces, Emily clicked her tongue playfully.

Clark didnt allow her to enter the battlefield, but he gave her another work which was to detain the Commissioners in the case that they were really traitors of the city.

Head Commissioner Patrick sighed. Craig was too hot-headed and self-confident, what an ending it would be.

Seeing the hidden cards that were dropped repeatedly on the battlefield since they found the traitors, they finally confirmed that Clark actually didnt trust any of them from the onset.

Only the superficial parts of his battle plan were exposed to them.

The rest, he kept them tightly to himself, hidden from them and now they were experiencing the shock as the reinforcement unveiled themselves one after the other.

As soon as all the cards were revealed, they made their calculations and came to their own conclusion. The battle was already decided, and the terrorists only fate was being defeated.

Minutes ago, they already lost the motivation to watch the battle. Now, they were just thinking about the verdict thatll be pronounced on them after everything was over.

They didnt know Clark as much as they thought they knew; it was now that they came to this realization. They couldnt even guess the verdict that would be declared on them, they were just miserable clueless old men.

As they looked on vacantly, their attention was suddenly drawn back to the projected screen as a larger commotion suddenly seemed to have started.

Emily also sat up; her eyes fixated unblinkingly on the projection.

Commander Titus bulldozed his way through the soldiers like they were non-existent before him, not even a million clusters of them could hold back his hulking form as he went for the exit point.

The soldiers were confident in the defense of the dome-shaped shield that covered the whole city, but they were still alert and determined to stop him before he got there.

For a 3rd rank high-grade soldier like this terrorist Commander, common sense was no longer correct to gauge what they were capable of again.

As if a switch was turned on, the scattered attention of both forces fighting on the battlefield suddenly converged in a single direction, where the 2 terrorist commanders were escaping to.

The terrorists knew that they were dying already, the last thing that they could do for the organization was making sure that their Commanders escaped.

2 Commanders already died in the filthy hands of the city, they could not allow more to die or they would have lost both the battle and the war too.

This was the thought of the terrorists, while for the Vatican soldiers, they knew that the battle was over already and victory was theirs, they just wanted to make the victory much more memorable and legendary.

If they could help their leader kill one, just one more of the Commanders then it was enough to leave all their names in the history of the Spartan republic.

As one, they all turned their focus and started sprinting forward in the same direction that the Vatican leaders and the 2 terrorist Commanders were rushing towards.

Commander Titus had a stern expression on his face as he ran forward. Not once did he look back, all his attention was focused on the target before him which was the huge energy shield.

If determination was tangible, then they were his sweat that was currently pouring down as he tried to activate an intangible energy that was hidden at the depths of his existence.

This hidden power, this power that empowered battle arts and high-grade soldiers, it was only once that hes been able to harness it tangibly in a battle and that was decades ago.

As the old monster that he was, he knew a lot of things that were mysteries to the much younger soldiers. Of course, hes heard of Elite Commanders and the secret behind their power.

He was not confident that he could break through the enormous energy shield that covered the city with his power alone, he needed to harness that power that was lying deep inside him.

It did not take long before his partner, Commander Keidi, converged with him but he did not spare her a glance now did he speak a word to her. She understood what he was harnessing, so she also kept her peace.

The more they got closer to the energy shield, the more Clark and the opponent's 3rd rank high-grade soldiers got close to them.

Clark suddenly jumped up from the back, his multi-purpose boots shooting out a red fire as he was propelled rapidly at the Commander.

With veins popping out, the terrorist Commander suddenly rotated his body. His sword hit Clark, making the young genius fly back at the speed of a jet.

The commander was not done, using the impact from striking Clark as a propeller, he suddenly turned, held his shield tightly before rushing at the huge energy shield with his self-created technique activated.

Bam! Crack!

He quickly turned and grabbed his female counterpart before jumping through the small hole that was made outside the energy shield. He left his exotic shield behind; it was too big to pass through the hole formed by his attack.

As soon as they both left, the shield repaired the damage and went back to normal. Seeing this, King and the others only felt a little regret before they went back to continue the work that they loved best.

Against the terrorist Commander, they hated it, but against the normal terrorists, they loved it.

Someone that could smack Clark away so easily was not an opponent that they wanted to battle. The 2 terrorist Commanders escaped; there was nothing they could do about it, but they could make up for it.

Turning, they hauled themselves at the remaining terrorists to finish the job.

Ugh!

Groaning painfully, Clark finally stood up and looked into the distance. His body most especially his back was aching from the strike, he felt a deep respect for the terrorist Commander but also felt that it was a pity.

They still escaped. He sighed.

This was not able to bring down his mood though, his plan for this purge was beyond successful already. Seeing the few terrorists that remained standing, his eyes glittered like he was seeing free dollars on the floor for him to take.

Ill gladly farm this then.

Taking over control of his exotic car that was in the distance again, he continued his massacre to put an end to what he started.

The terrorists already lost all hopes, but having seen their 2 Commanders escape, they were encouraged by that and still stood their ground to bleed the Vatican soldiers as much as possible before they died.

Despite this, with soldiers like Clark, King, and the others free to wreak havoc, they had no chances at all.

10 minutes later, every person wearing the uniform of the Persian tigers organization was now just a pool of blood.

The soldiers stood and looked at this scene in disbelief, they still couldnt believe what they just achieved.

The city was a mess, buildings across kilometers were now just dust and overturned earth. Fire raged at various parts of the city; the scene was that of destruction but none of them felt sad. They felt elated.

We won? A soldier asked disbelievingly, and this lit the spark.

WE WON! WE WON!

[Thanks for winning, I'm so happy, we won!]