Chapter 36: The Impossible Task – Section 2

Black Hair, Red Beauty!!
If General Slok was worried about anything at this moment, it was undoubtedly this name—the most terrifying of all!
The most lawless tyrant on Earth, possessing combat strength comparable to that of a nation’s elite forces. So powerful that any defense seemed meaningless against them. They had even raided the Pentagon, the most crucial facility in the United States, three times! With just a few small warships, they dared even challenge outer space fleets. Yet, despite roaming the world, no one knew where their lair was. Who wouldn’t fear such an enemy? Even the United States, which always threatens to crack down on terrorists, never dared classify them as terrorists.
The reason? The U.S. feared their devastating retaliation.
Everyone knew that Black Hair, Red Beauty never cared about consequences. They could be your best friends when they didn’t want to harm you, but once they decided to attack, not even the highest authorities could protect you. They possessed all kinds of weapons of mass destruction. In the fifteen years since their emergence, they had committed countless killings—utterly lawless. Even China, their homeland, couldn’t escape them; hundreds of high-ranking officials and their subordinates had become their victims.
General Slok didn’t know why Black Hair, Red Beauty appeared here, but he knew that at this critical moment, they certainly wouldn’t come to have tea and chat with him!
“As the saying goes, no one visits three times without a reason”—a Chinese proverb that General Slok also knew. That’s why he was afraid. Despite having countless soldiers in his military base and three warships ready to enter outer space, with mechs on standby, he still felt no sense of security.
Because Black Hair, Red Beauty never failed in what they did!
Yet General Slok also knew that though they were a gang of thugs, they followed certain rules in their “games.” When they didn’t intend to cause destruction, they would often take on missions usually handled by international mercenaries—only on a larger scale and for higher fees.
It must be the same now! There was nothing in his military base worth their effort. So their presence here could only have one purpose—and that purpose surely meant someone had hired them!
With this thought, General Slok ignored his status and pride. He suddenly shouted at the messenger, “Hurry! Send a message to Black Hair, Red Beauty. Whatever mission they’re taking on, if they abandon it, I’ll offer five times—no, ten times more!”

Watching the messenger rush away in panic, General Slock’s face turned ashen. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust his subordinates; unlike those who had only heard of the Black-Haired Beauty’s notorious reputation, he had personally experienced the ferocity of that gang.

It was five years ago when General Slock was on a mission in Iraq and accidentally ran into them. At that time, he was a colonel leading over 300 of the United States’ finest special forces soldiers. Those gangsters, however, numbered only twenty. With such a huge disparity, General Slock thought he would easily add another glorious chapter to his military career. But instead, he suffered a crushing defeat.

Those twenty Black-Haired Beauty followers were all top-notch mech technicians. Though few in number, they were fully armed to the teeth. Their skills, fighting spirit, and combat proficiency far surpassed those of his own troops. Over 300 of the best special forces soldiers were wiped out in just 15 minutes, while those gangsters lost only a few insignificant mechs. If General Slock hadn’t seen the situation turn grim and sneaked away during the battle, he would likely have become yet another addition to the Black-Haired Beauty’s tally of victories.

After that encounter, General Slock became deeply wary of those gangsters. In subsequent missions, he had further interactions with them. He found that as long as he didn’t show hostility, they were actually quite easy to deal with. By paying enough, he could gain their help. With their assistance, General Slock wouldn’t fear any obstacle. Those fierce guys would eliminate anything standing in his way immediately.

But today… General Slock felt a surge of panic. It seemed he had become an obstacle to them…

He didn’t know how much payment was required for the Black-Haired Beauty to appear here and use warships in battle. But he didn’t care. What did five times or ten times matter? Compared to the genetic blueprint he was about to receive, any amount of money was just a number. This operation embodied the efforts of countless people in the United States. Preparation alone had taken ten years, and the number of agents sent inside China amounted to as many as 2,000. After the operation, those agents would surely be exposed. So General Slock couldn’t afford to lose.

He didn’t dare take any risks, not even the slightest. He only hoped that the relationship he had built with Black-Haired Beauty would allow her to show some consideration. And since he was willing to pay any price, it should surely make those money-driven thugs back off, right? As for the loss of reputation? Come on—being recognized as the most terrifying thug on Earth, did Black-Haired Beauty even need to explain her actions?

Yet General Slok never imagined that in this world, there existed something for which money meant nothing at all. No—more precisely, any wealth meant nothing in front of it.

That thing was bloodline.

Indeed, Black-Haired Beauty was the most terrifying thug on Earth. But that didn’t change the fact that they were from Huaguo. Although their organization had many members, its core remained just a few people. Though they often acted without restraint, even targeting high-ranking officials in Huaguo, they never hesitated when faced with a real threat.

This time, they had indeed received a contract. And the one who hired them was the President of Huaguo. The payment? A one-cent coin issued in Huaguo’s 52nd year.

Just as General Slok knew, Black-Haired Beauty valued rules in games. So, if they were to do something, a price had to be paid. The President of Huaguo was no exception. And in the eyes of Black-Haired Beauty and her companions, his price was far greater and more valuable than all the wealth in the world combined—though it was merely a one-cent coin.

General Slok sent out his message but received no reply. Meanwhile, the light spot in the sky grew brighter, leaving no time for General Loss Card to try for a peaceful solution. With no choice, he ordered an attack.

The massive military base immediately came to life. Three warships, ready to go, roared into the sky, followed by tens of thousands of mechs resembling ants. Their only goal was to destroy that dark warship in the sky before their allies arrived. They were willing to sacrifice anything for this.

Unfortunately, if success in this world could be achieved solely through courage, then rigorous training would be meaningless.

Black-Haired Beauty’s forces were small in number, but in terms of ability, they were unmatched across the entire Earth! Their notorious reputation, built over fifteen years, wasn’t something that could be fabricated.

Faced with the army charging down below, the dark warship did just one thing: it disappeared.

Under everyone’s gaze, that military ship, sharp as a dagger, simply vanished into thin air. The howling wind caused slight glitches in all the soldiers’ scanners, and every one of them wore a horrified expression. Only General Slok’s face turned pale instantly. He certainly knew this was the specialty of those with black hair and beautiful faces. “Damn it! It’s a hologram!! Fire at it immediately!! Drive them away!!” he roared hoarsely. General Slok was like a roaring lion. Only then did his subordinates realize what was happening and began firing wildly at the spot where the dark ship had been. In an instant, countless bullets filled every inch of space, making the area seem solid. Sparks from the colliding bullets were everywhere, showing just how dense the fire was. Yet the ship never reappeared, as if it had never been there at all. Then, a small iron ball suddenly appeared out of nowhere and fell from tens of thousands of meters high right into the center of the base. The ball was small and black, barely noticeable in the dark night, with no energy fluctuations at all. It wasn’t until it hit the ground that people noticed it. But anyone who saw it was instantly stunned. “Nuclear… a nuclear bomb!! Everyone, take cover!!!” “Boom!!” A mushroom cloud rose above the base. The powerful shockwave instantly destroyed everything in its vicinity. The intense heat even caused the armor of the warships to melt. Realizing the situation was bad, the three warships abandoned their mission and fled through the clouds. But the remaining mechs weren’t so lucky. A suddenly exploded nuclear bomb wasn’t a toy. Though mechs were powerful weapons, at such close range, they were no different from piles of scrap metal. Tens of thousands of soldiers didn’t even get a chance to scream before turning to ashes in the scorching heat. The entire military base was reduced to ruins in just a few moments. General Slok was dead. There were supposed to be complete underground shelters in the base, but he didn’t have time. The nuclear bomb appeared so suddenly that there was no way to react. And he could never have imagined that for just one mission, those with black hair and beautiful faces would even use a nuclear bomb. They were nothing but reckless madmen!!

The mushroom cloud grew larger and taller. In the sky, the empty air suddenly twisted a few times, revealing a pitch-black warship. It slowly circled once, as if confirming its victory. A few moments later, a dazzling plume of exhaust was ejected, and it instantly flipped upside down, heading toward the increasingly bright light in the sky…