Darkstone Code

Chapter 1124 - 1122: Fall

Ms. Tricia certainly wouldn’t have known that her warning to the second lady not only had no effect but actually brought her a new problem.

And a big problem at that!

However, even if she knew, she couldn’t stop it, as she was not qualified to interfere in such a matter and could only watch it unfold with open eyes.

The Federation has enacted numerous laws to protect politicians during their terms, with the protection of the President being the most comprehensive. Despite many presidents being sued by ordinary people in history, that’s only because they allowed it.

Or one could say those were cases where the presidents were willing to cooperate, while more cases have not been disclosed.

The stipulations that exempt a President from various legal responsibilities during their term render any lawsuit against them meaningless!

They appear in court to face such lawsuits only when they are certain of victory, or even if they fail to win, it won’t have any negative repercussions on them.

Like the president who famously said in court, "I won’t f**king swear again," people didn’t dislike him for swearing. Instead, they found this president to be very genuine.

Genuine enough to use "damn" to express his emotions and views. The image he built among the public was not destroyed but instead gained more support from people.

Politicians have never been a simple group. If anyone is fooled by those on TV who seem less competent than those with intellectual disabilities in welfare institutions, then it’s hard to say who’s truly the fool.

The President, with all his privileges, naturally has various ways to handle issues, and if someone focuses too much on his private life... they could be inviting big trouble!

In the blink of an eye, several days slipped by, and there were no negative comments in society about the President winning first place in a bowling competition.

He didn’t earn a single penny, which convinced the public that this wasn’t a money-and-power transaction, and the second-place lady almost beat him, missing by just one point. It didn’t seem staged at all; everything felt very real.

The social response was very positive regarding the President’s ability to participate in the increasingly popular sports with ordinary people.

Just as people were celebrating the Federation having a very amiable and friendly President, battles in Northern Mariluo ignited once more.

Ryan leaned against the wall, gasping for air; he had gotten injured just a minute earlier.

For some unknown reason, the warlord’s resistance awareness in this small city was extremely strong, and they hadn’t even reached the city outskirts before the battle had already commenced, with gunfire and explosions everywhere.

He glanced down at his thigh. The bleeding had stopped. The bullet hadn’t hit the center of his thigh but entered at a shallow angle, then exited from the outer side.

The bullet hadn’t lodged in the muscle. He just needed to clean the wound and stitch it up.

His suturing skills were not bad, at least judging by the current situation.

His comrade threw a grenade at the opposite building; after the entire flat shook violently, the gunfire seemed to halt briefly.

But the next moment, bullets came shooting from elsewhere, as if people were hiding everywhere, firing at them.

This was the most relentless resistance and confrontation Ryan had ever experienced!

"These people are crazy!"

He gritted his teeth and said, then quickly stuck his head out to take a look around before pulling it back.

The next second, several bullets landed on the room’s floor. Ryan shook his head, "Too many, no time to see them all. One person is behind the window with the flowerpot on the second floor at three o’clock, and another is behind the wooden lattice on the first floor at ten o’clock. These are the only two I saw."

His companion nodded, "You distract them with some fire."

Ryan looked at his comrade; his lips moved, but he didn’t make a sound.

His companion looked back at him, "You must be cursing me."

Ryan rolled his eyes and quickly ran to another side. His movement between several windows immediately drew enough gunfire, while his comrade swiftly turned, half crouched, rested the gun on the windowsill, and pulled the trigger on the silhouette behind the window with the flowerpot on the right side of the second floor.

The bullet spiraled out from his weapon and, in the next instant, sank into a man’s forehead.

With a snap, an opening appeared at the back of the man’s head, and brains and blood sprayed, painting the entire room red!

On the roof, the walls, the floor, all covered with that disgusting, sticky, and wet mess, evoking fear and disgust.

"Three o’clock is resolved. I’ll find a good position to handle the one at ten o’clock..."

The two strategized, negotiated, doing their utmost to advance. From the burst of combat to now, they had only pushed through one street while the day was about to end.

It was puzzling why these people could resist until now—there must be something particularly important here, making their resilience hard to believe.

Meanwhile, those in the command vehicle at the rear also found it incredible. Previously, battles usually concentrated in specific areas, like city centers or places easy to defend but hard to attack.

This kind of full-scale confrontation had never happened before. The original plan of the command vehicle was to push into the city center before nightfall today.

What they faced was a small city; even on foot, two hours would be enough for them to walk to the city center, and that’s not even considering the direct distance.

But in reality, nearly nine hours had passed, and they had only advanced less than a hundred meters.

Those people were crazily sniping at them, which made the commanders and the Darkstone Security field employees experience what a real "meat grinder" was like for the first time.

Even though they were constantly eliminating the enemy, and even though they themselves were constantly suffering casualties, it was still very difficult to advance.

They couldn’t even cross the distance of one street!

The commanders were silent for a while and decided to use bombers for saturation bombing.

Not long after the radio signals were sent out, they received a response from the airport. The bombers were loading bombs and undergoing inspections, and were expected to bomb the designated targets in forty minutes.

Subsequently, the command vehicle issued orders to all frontline units, requiring them to start retreating in twenty minutes and to be out of the urban area in thirty minutes. They would then decide whether to attack again after the bombing ended.

This information relieved the offensive personnel on the front line. With bombers, the pressure on the attack side would be greatly reduced.

Ryan also received the news in time. He looked at his companion, who was lying on the ground with his head covered in wall dust, and grinned, "I feel like all our efforts just now were meaningless. They should have bombed earlier."

There was some fresh red seeping through the bandages on Ryan’s leg. To attract and observe enemy fire, he had been running inside the house, risking being hit.

Now, with the bombing announced at the back, he felt all the risks he’d just taken were in vain.

If he had been hit, wouldn’t it be... he wanted to curse again.

He never liked to swear when he was in the army, but now he couldn’t help it.

Eventually, he swore a few times. His comrades just grinned, "Alright, they need time to react too. Who knows why these people are acting like they’ve eaten poisonous mushrooms, gone crazy."

"Who could have anticipated that?"

The two of them exchanged a few words behind cover, then checked the time and began to fall back, leaving the urban area completely at twenty-seven minutes.

As the Federation forces were retreating on a large scale, a flag suddenly rose in the city, with the words...

"Federation, get out of here!"

This flag was faithfully captured by some war reporters, who thought this would make a good story and could sell for quite a bit.

At the thirty-sixth minute, a faint buzzing in their ears got everyone alert. Bombers were practically illegal on the battlefield now.

People waved something in their hands to salute the planes and pilots, watching the bombing fleet fly over the city, watching them drop bomb after bomb, and then seeing one of the planes suddenly spiral down!

A bomber, trailing black smoke, spiraled to the ground, immediately causing a violent explosion. The secondary explosions from bombs and fuel created an intimidating effect, with flames rising twenty to thirty meters high, maybe even more.

The remaining bombers in the sky frantically climbed. Everyone stared in disbelief at the spot where the flames dissipated, not knowing what had happened.

At this moment, the bomber pilots were using the radio to communicate frequently. People on the ground might not feel it yet, but they had already detected something targeting them from the ground.

The aircraft that had just crashed was hit by something from the ground; it didn’t crash on its own.

"Quick, drop the bombs. Return immediately after dropping them. We might have trouble!"

The message quickly reached the airport further back. Half an hour later, as the remaining planes returned, mechanics found a significant number of bullet holes on four aircraft.

Researchers conducted an on-site analysis. They believed that the downed aircraft was likely hit, causing the wing to be destroyed and leading to the crash.

And although these four planes showed significant body damage, their wings were intact, not posing a fatal risk.

This information quickly returned to the Federation. After all, planes were still in their mythical phase. Having a plane shot down now would greatly impact many things.

At this moment, in Mr. Wardrick’s manor, Lynch was savoring a delicious, top-grade steak.

It was cut thick, with a good texture and even fat distribution, so even if it was cooked a bit longer, it wouldn’t be tough to chew.

Instead, the slightly charred surface added more enjoyment!

It was just the two gentlemen at the dining table, chatting about mundane topics, when suddenly the butler appeared not far from them.

"Mr. Lynch, there’s a call for you..."