After everything was done, the Blood Prison expert burst forth at his feet, fleeing rapidly into the distance.
However.
Bang!
Lin Mo clenched his hand into a fist and struck out with a punch, unleashing a soaring fist power fiercely shooting forward. The solid wall in front of him, tall enough to withstand cannon attacks and hundreds of feet high, was instantly pierced by a transparent hole. The fist power dragged a trail dozens of meters long, crashing into the back of the fleeing Blood Prison expert.
The figure of the escaping Blood Prison expert flew out violently, his back caved in, his chest protruding three inches, blood spurting from his mouth. His internal organs were directly shattered by the punch, and he was bereft of all vitality.
"The third Blood Prison expert, dead! Blood Prison, wait for your demise," Lin Mo's eyes faintly flickered with cold light.
The entire military and Minister of Defense of New Russia were furious. Kumu and Chilofa had fallen one after another, and a Vice Admiral along with three lords from the Blood Prison Organization had died. In the suburbs of 'Riya,' the capital of New Russia, atop a high-rise building, the New Russian Military District Commander and the Minister of Defense gathered together, each with a grave expression.
At the front, sat a middle-aged man with dark, sallow skin, and a plump figure. It was President Ke of New Russia, also a puppet covertly manipulated by Blood Prison.
"Could it be those sons of bitches from Russia attacking us again? Motherfucker, this time I'll make sure they die right here," a dark-skinned, bearded New Russian officer wearing a military uniform stepped into the meeting room, his rank unmistakably that of a General.
"Raff, this time it's not those bastards from Old Russia, but a Huaxia youth who has already consecutively taken down two of our defense bases," an old man said in a heavy voice.
The commander of the special forces, Raff, frowned, his voice chillingly saying, "Old man, what are you saying? One person has broken through our military bases?"
"According to our information, this person seems to be from Huaxia, and he possesses superpower combat capabilities. He flipped tanks with a single punch and is not afraid of bullets and rocket launchers specifically designed to attack Martial Arts Practitioners," the old man continued, his expression solemn.
"Martial Arts Practitioners, can't the people of Blood Prison come out to handle them?" Commando leader Raff inquired, frowning.
"The three lords of Blood Prison have all died at his hands." At this time, President Ke, sitting at the forefront, slowly said.
The entire meeting room fell into a deathly silence, all too aware of the strength of Blood Prison. Without Blood Prison's help years ago, they would not have successfully rebelled against Russia to establish the new state of New Russia.
New Russia was just slightly stronger than countries like Yue Country and Myanmar, unable to threaten Blood Prison. In fact, Blood Prison had control over New Russia's government. Although the commanders were resentful, they all understood the extent of Blood Prison's energy.
"According to the latest helicopter reconnaissance feedback, that guy named Lin Mo has broken through two more of our city's defense bases and is about to approach our nation's capital," a scout rushed into the meeting room and said with a terrified expression to the generals and President Ke.
"Is that so, let me see what this guy's got."
Just then, another person walked in. This individual was a Caucasian with golden pupils, black long hair flowing like clouds, and wore a white naval uniform. His demeanor was bizarre, masculine yet as graceful as a woman.
Seeing this person enter, everyone in the meeting room, including the puppet President, stood up and greeted him with utmost respect, "Greetings, Lord Blood Prison Brandt."
Brandt, a veteran member of the Blood Prison Organization, ranked within the top three.
"Word has it that a guy from Huaxia named Lin Mo broke in, killing Elder Ghost, Rasha, and Zat," Brandt said, caressing his snow-white face as a sinister color flickered across his features, his eyes brimming with a cold murderous intent.
"Lord Brandt, and he's heading towards our capital, having destroyed several of our military bases along the way. Even tanks and rocket launchers can't hurt him." President Ke glanced at Brandt with a noticeably heavy tone.
Initially somewhat dismissive, Brandt now wore a gravity on his face as well. Elder Ghost and Zat were formidable fighters.
But to think that the opponent feared not even the military was enough to shock him. Such a powerful figure, placed within Blood Prison, could easily be ranked in the top three, perhaps even challenging the leader of Blood Prison.
"Raff, prepare the Red Stinger, and didn't you purchase two Annihilation Fighters from the US Army? They might come in handy now," Brandt said to Raff, his eyes gleaming with intense coldness, calmly speaking.
Vice Admiral Raff stiffened slightly, then respectfully replied, "Yes, Lord Brandt."
New Russia has always been under the military's strong grip, as for President Ke, he was merely a puppet of Blood Prison.
The military faction of New Russia had been attempting to break free from Blood Prison's control, but alas, they were still far behind the organization's might. A few months ago, they secretly purchased two Annihilation Fighters from the United States, only to have Blood Prison uncover this early on.
The Red Stingers were the New Russian military's most elite troops, trained specially. Although numbering less than a thousand, they were equipped with the most advanced weaponry from Africa, their combat power enough to drive any below a High-level Martial Emperor to despair!
Lin Mo had been on the move for half a day, targeting bases along his path, exterminating Blood Prison's men. He wasn't in a hurry!
Since he had killed so many of Blood Prison, a final showdown between them was inevitable.
Although helicopters constantly surveilled him from above, Lin Mo didn't care. He wanted to make a scene, to let others know he wasn't to be trifled with.
The entire country of New Russia plunged into panic, fearing the outbreak of war, as the military and government persistently blocked the news. Yet, numerous leaks inevitably spread.
Meanwhile, in Russia's Ministry of Defense, a gathering of high-ranking officials took place.
"Ha ha, who would have thought Blood Prison would offend such a terrifying person? He has flattened four of their large military bases in a row, and even slain two Vice Admirals and one Minister of Defense," a man clad in old Russian military attire, his expression severe, laughed heartily.
"Who is this person? According to our intelligence, he seems to be a Martial Arts Practitioner from Huaxia. Could he be sent by Huaxia?" one of the group voiced his concern.
"That's unlikely. Huaxia has no reason to have a conflict with us, and it's said that this man named Lin Mo only kills Blood Prison's men and spares civilians. Probably, he bears a grudge against Blood Prison," another speculated, breaking the silence.
A Russian man sitting at the head of the table, his eyes reflecting deep concern, spoke in a commanding tone, "Regardless, this person is too dangerous. A single individual capable of threatening small countries like ours—we must closely monitor his movements and ensure he poses no threat to Russia."
"Understood, Commander-in-Chief."
The crowd saluted and responded in unison.