"Hello, who are you?"


    Imari asked in standard English.


    "Mr. Imari, introduce yourself. I''m Anthony, President of the pasar islands."


    Opposite the mobile phone, Anthony, the black president of the pasar islands, showed his white teeth and smiled.


    ......


    A fierce urban offensive and defensive war is breaking out in Eastern Damascus, Syria.


    Damascus, the capital of Syria, has always been controlled by government forces headed by President adessa, but now, the ownership of Damascus is obviously about to change hands.


    "Alan, what are you doing, you fool? Where is the gun pointing?"


    A Syrian man dressed in camouflage and with a black beard knocked down the head of the recruit in front of him.


    "Team... Captain! I..."


    Alan trembled with fear when he heard the captain''s scolding. His voice trembled with fear. Pitifully, this was the first time that the young man called Alan went to the battlefield.


    "All right, you''ll follow me later."


    The captain looked at the 14-year-old boy in front of him, trembled, spit, and stifled his scolding, "son of a bitch, Yankee!"


    He cursed the American severely.


    On a street in Damascus, both sides of the street are full of broken buildings, which are full of marks of gun baptism. Some buildings are even half blown up by shells, which seems to collapse at any time.


    The captain took Alan, cat, and huddled behind a dilapidated building.


    "I know you''re good at shooting," the captain looked at Alan. "Later, I''ll fire from that direction to attract the attention of the opposite side. You can kill him from here."


    The captain pointed to the other side of the building, facing Alan road.


    Alan swallowed his saliva and nodded sharply.


    The captain saw that Alan looked nervous, smiled and comforted, "don''t look like a dead mother, smile. I still expect you to kill that son of a bitch!"


    Hearing the captain''s vulgar words, Alan grinned.


    The captain photographed Alan''s helmet, "do a good job, I''m leaving!"


    Alan watched the captain touch it from the other direction, wiped the sweaty palms of his hands, held the rifle with both hands and aimed at the front.


    "Da Da!"


    A moment later, there was a gunshot from the captain.


    Alan was immediately absorbed. He stared at the sight, locked in front, and waited for the target to come out.


    Sure enough, after the captain shot a shuttle of bullets, the enemy opposite couldn''t help but raise his rifle and began to fight back.


    Through the sight, Alan saw the enemy opposite hunched and his helmet undulating in the sight.


    "Higher! Higher!"


    Aram kept talking.


    "Bah! Bah! Bah!"


    On the other side of the broken building, the captain who shot a shuttle of bullets vomited the dust splashed in his mouth, "son of a bitch!"


    The captain scolded with a disheartened face. Then he raised his gun and shot back at the opposite side.


    "Dada! Dada! Dada!"


    The violent gunfire could not spread far in the street, but was drowned in the surrounding gunfire.


    "Woo!!!"


    "Woo!!!"


    "Woo!!!"


    Suddenly, a sad air defense alarm sounded!


    No! It''s an air raid!


    The captain shouted in his heart!


    "Alan! Get down!" The captain shouted, "plane! It''s a plane!!!"


    On the other side, Alan seemed to hear and didn''t hear. He suddenly thought of his parents and sister killed by the shell, and a line of tears ran down his cheeks.


    "Son of a bitch!" Alan gasped and his eyes were red. "Higher, that''s it, higher!"


    In the sight, the opposite helmet soared and was exposed in Alan''s sight.


    Right now!


    Alan yanked the trigger, the firing pin slammed the primer, and the bullet quickly shot out of the bore under the impetus of gunpowder!


    "When!!!"


    Hit!


    Aram was delighted.


    "But why didn''t you bleed?" Aram wondered.


    "Alan, get down!" The captain rushed towards Alan.


    Alan heard the captain''s voice and just turned his head.


    Hum!!!!


    Suddenly, a bomber flew quickly over Alan''s head.


    "Boom!!!"


    A shell exploded five meters away from Yalan. The violent shock wave directly lifted Yalan''s body several meters high, rolled around in the air and fell to the ground like a broken bag.


    "Aram!" The captain roared and ran over.


    "Team... Captain," Alan spat blood stains mixed with internal organs, "I... I hurt! I hurt!"


    The captain looked at the boy who was only 14 or 15 years old. His eyes were red. He held Alan''s head in one hand and turned his head to look at Alan''s lower body.


    At the moment, Aram had only the upper half of his body, his legs were broken by shells, and the broken limbs were still mixed with soil and shrapnel.


    "I... I killed that son of a bitch."


    "Yes, you did it," cried the captain. "You did it!"


    The captain saw that Alan''s eyes were losing their look, holding his body, and his anger filled his chest in an instant.


    opposite side.


    Two rebel soldiers burst out laughing through binoculars.


    What Alan just hit was just their helmets pushed up with the butt of their guns. Poor fool opposite didn''t lie down to avoid shells in the air raid. As a result, he was killed by shells.


    "Son of a bitch!"


    The captain picked up his gun, bit his teeth and shot hard at the enemy opposite!


    ......


    At this time, in low earth orbit, the discovery of the pasar islands was flying over Syria.


    "Report location!"


    "Longitude... Latitude... 1000 kilometers from the ground, in low earth orbit!"


    "Open the hatch!"


    "The hatch is open!"


    With a command, the bottom hatch of the discovery opened automatically.


    "Orbital airborne! Let''s go!"


    Suddenly, black T-1 power armor fell freely from the bottom hatch of the discovery!


    "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"


    Due to the gravity of the earth, T-1 power armor rubbed out flames when passing through the atmosphere!


    Fortunately, the armor materials used in T-1 power armor not only have ultra-high strength, stealth performance, heat resistance and corrosion resistance, but also far exceed all materials in the world.


    Although the surface of the mecha was ablaze when passing through the atmosphere, the clone soldiers driving the mecha did not feel it at all.


    A whole hundred T-1 power armor continued to land towards Damascus, marking a trail of fire in the air, like a meteorite landing.


    As the height of the mecha from the ground was getting lower and lower, the warring sides on the ground had vaguely seen flames in the sky.


    "So... What''s that? Meteorite?"


    A government soldier muttered with a gun.