Chapter 2509
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Kermit Outlesse looked at the busy soldiers.
Even though it was night, the temporary base was as bright as day.
"How much longer?" Kermit Outliss asked his adjutant.
"An hour," the adjutant said. "The armored vehicles and missile vehicles aren't ready yet."
"Finish it in forty minutes." Kermit Outless raised his request.
He didn't like waiting. He hoped to get revenge faster.
"Yes, General."
Kermit Outles did not like his soldiers.
They had the most advanced weapons in the world, but they were also the most undisciplined and undisciplined soldiers.
They could defeat all enemies in their strategic plans.
They could also be defeated by all enemies in unplanned battles.
He had once visited the armies of other countries on behalf of the United States.
A few of them had left a deep impression on him.
For example, other countries could finish arranging their troops in half an hour.
However, his current regiment of soldiers had used up two hours, and there were still less than half of them left.
Of course, in these two hours, he also found time to have dinner.
This was unimaginable during wartime.
If it was a real war, even a second of delay could be fatal.
They smoked and drank after eating.
The orders that he passed down were all largely discounted.
Just then, a cloud of dust suddenly rolled up in front of the battle line.
The dust spread for more than ten kilometers and spread towards the army's battle line.
"What's going on? Why is there such a huge sandstorm all of a sudden? "Kermit Otters looked at the rolling sandstorm and asked in confusion.
But who could answer his question?
This was a natural phenomenon. His subordinates weren't meteorologists.
"Be careful. They might take advantage of the sandstorm to attack us together."
…
Tiger was also in shock.
Among the dozens of weirdly dressed people led by Randall Dodge, there was actually someone who could control the sandstorm.
That's right, control!
He saw with his own eyes that the person raised his arms and the sandstorm rolled up.
Wherever that person went, the sandstorm would follow.
"This is the true power you were talking about?" Tiger asked in shock.
Randall Dodge's lips curled into a smile.
Though he wasn't as tall and muscular as Tiger, Tiger felt like he was looking down on him.
Randall Dodge raised his arm and waved it forward. The dozen of his men hid in the sandstorm and charged towards the military's frontline.
Could these ten or so people really fight against a fully armed army?
"Do you want to follow?" Randall asked.
For some reason, Tiger followed them.
When the sandstorm reached the front line of the soldiers, they did nothing.
They did not sense the approaching danger.
…
Bang bang bang bang —
Suddenly, all the lights in the camp exploded at the same time.
Kermit Outalls' expression changed drastically. "What's going on? Why did the lights in our base explode? "
"Maybe … Maybe the voltage is unstable …" The adjutant's expression was a little ugly.
But at this moment, a sudden scream came from the camp.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! "
In an instant, the entire campsite was in chaos.
Everyone began to run around frantically.
Most of the soldiers had yet to figure out where the enemy was.
But the killing had already begun.
Tiger suddenly saw a soldier charging towards him with a submachine gun in the sandstorm.
"Go to hell!"
The soldier and Tiger's encounter was sudden. Neither of them expected it.
The visibility was too low in the sandstorm.
The soldier reacted quickly. He pointed his gun at Tiger and Randall Dodge beside him.
Tiger instinctively covered his head with his hand.
But the next moment, he saw Randall Dodge raise his hand.
A few meters away, the soldier's body suddenly floated as if grabbed by an invisible hand.
Then Randall pointed forward with both fingers. The soldier screamed as he was thrown out, disappearing into the sandstorm.
"What … What was that? How did you do it? "
"Psychic power," Randall said. "You can also call it mental power or brain waves."
Just then, a pillar of fire shot past them.
On the other side of the pillar were two soldiers who had been sent flying by the impact.
One of Randall's men strolled over, his arms burning with flames.
"That … that one too?" Tiger asked, pointing at the man.
A ball of fire also rose from Randall's palm. "A normal person's brain waves are very weak. They can only be detected with special equipment. But when the brain waves reach a certain level, about 100 times stronger than a normal person's, they have the ability to control objects. Their strength is similar to their body's. If the brain waves are strengthened another 100 times, their strength will be 100 times that of a normal person's. They will also have fixed attributes. There are roughly four elements: wind, earth, water, and fire."
As he spoke, Randall Dodge raised his hand in front of him. A large military truck a few meters away was suddenly lifted into the air and then swept into the sand.
Tiger was beyond shocked. "You're a fire elemental?"
"No, I'm stronger than them. I can control four elements at will."
Randall raised his right arm. A ten-meter icicle appeared above his head.
At that moment, Tiger finally understood the so-called true power that Randall Dodge had mentioned.
The strength that he was so proud of was not even worth mentioning in front of him.
Even Chen Zhao, whom he feared, seemed insignificant in the face of this power.
Tiger's eyes shone brightly. "Can I control this power?"
A smile appeared on Randall's face. "Do you know why I brought you here?"
"Why?"
"Because I think you have the talent."
"Then how can I obtain this power?"
A small bottle appeared in Randall's hand. It was filled with black liquid.
"The Cerberus Lab exists to create finished products like you."
"Did you also come from the Cerberus Lab?" Tiger asked.
"No, we've existed longer than you think. Sixty years ago, Mr. Vincent created the first generation of the lab. We were created in that era, but because of an attack, the lab was destroyed. Large amounts of data were destroyed too. Later, to prevent the same thing from happening again, the lab was split into two parts. The Cerberus Lab is a low-level lab, but because of the missing key data, everything has to be redone. That's why the lab has never been able to create a perfect medicine. You're probably the first successful experiment in the past few decades."
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