Navy Captain Michael Murphy, Sergeant Matthew Axelson, Sergeant Danny Dietz and Sergeant Marcus Rootell were lying in ambush on the hill opposite the Ten Rings base, their figures completely covered by dense weeds.
They were a reconnaissance team belonging to SEAL Team 10. Matthew Axelson and Marcus Rutler were snipers and observers, Danny Dietz was in charge of radio communications, and Michael Murphy was in overall command.
They used high-powered telescopes and telephoto lenses to record all the amazing battles that took place in the camp.
Broly's horrific destructive power has kept the four of them silent until now.
"Should we call in the air force to launch an attack?"
Danny Dietz said with some difficulty.
An AC-130 gunship was monitoring the area from high in the sky, ready to rain fire on the Ten Rings Gang camp at any time.
The task given to them by their superiors was to search for Tony Stark's location. If they were sure that Tony Stark was not in the base, they would directly launch an airstrike and destroy the base.
The team's commander, Murphy, stuffed a few raisins into his mouth to replenish his energy.
"Report to the intelligence department first. This person wearing black cat armor may be one of ours."
Matthew Axelson was a little strange.
"How did you know that, Captain?"
Murphy sucked the water from the water bag through the straw.
"Didn't you notice his strange armor? Only we Americans wear it."
After destroying the entire base of the Ten Rings, Broly jumped directly off the cliff. The mountains and rugged rocks of the Afghan mountains were like flat ground under his feet. His speed was extremely fast, like a black meteor, quickly falling into the valley and then rushing towards the top of the mountain where they were.
"We've been discovered!"
Matthew Axelson tried in horror to put Broly into the sight, but found that he couldn't do it at all because the target was too fast.
"Don't shoot! Don't show hostility!"
Murphy pressed the button of his sniper rifle. With the strength shown by the target in the Ten Rings Gang camp, the four of them had no power to resist at all.
He simply dropped the rifle in his hand, pulled out his dog tags, raised his hands and stood up.
"We are Americans, Navy SEAL Team 10, and I am Michael Murphy."
Broly had already sensed their aura. He reached out and grabbed the Canon camera hanging around Michael Murphy's neck, crushed it, and then left like a phantom.
"Fuck it, I almost peed myself."
"I already peed."
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Destroying three bases of the Ten Rings allowed Broly to reach level 13, gaining another attribute point. This time he directly put it into intelligence, which finally brought his intelligence attribute to eight points, reaching an average level.
His mind suddenly became clear, and he felt that his thinking ability had greatly improved. He was even more adept at controlling his qi.
As he was jumping through the mountains, he suddenly saw a field of poppies in full bloom. The pink poppies were blooming all over the mountains, as if the clouds in the sky had fallen to the ground.
A group of women, old people and children were busy working in the poppy field. Only by handing in enough poppy fruits could they exchange them for food from the Ten Commandments. If there was any problem with the poppies in the field, they would starve to death.
Under the control of the Ten Commandments, the Pashtuns living here grow tens of thousands of acres of poppy. There are dozens of such poppy farms.
In Afghanistan, the Taliban grows poppies, the Ten Commandments also grow poppies, and even some large Pashtun tribes grow poppies. The total area of poppy cultivation in Afghanistan has reached 328,000 hectares. The annual opium production is expected to reach 90 million tons.
Since the US military invaded Afghanistan, the production of poppies has been rising year after year. No one can resist the temptation of poppies. If you don't grow poppies, you will lose your source of income. Without sufficient funds, you can't afford more advanced weapons and support more armed personnel. Without sufficient military force, it won't take long for them to completely disappear from the land of Afghanistan.
Individual power is simply not enough to change this environment.
Broly strolled through the land, and a group of children in dirty rags looked at him secretly. These children all had rotten teeth. In order to keep their children quiet, some parents fed them opium as if it were chocolate. Even the noisiest children would become quiet after taking opium.
They were uneducated and had no idea that opium* was addictive.
Broly noticed that some women and old men had only one hand left. That was the punishment of the Ten Rings, for those who secretly hid poppy berries.
This land is dying. What it needs is not Iron Man, not Captain America, and not God. But a leader who can pull the people out of the quagmire.
Broly crossed the poppy field without stepping on any poppy. His cell phone suddenly rang in his pocket, and he took it out and saw that it was the one Matt had given him.
"Hello, is this Broly?"
Matt's voice came from the phone.
"What's wrong?"
Broly asked.
"There's a big job, are you willing to do it? The CIA is willing to pay you five million dollars."
Matt said.
Broly's expression looked a little strange. Why were there so many big jobs recently
"What kind of job? Who do you want to kill? Is it Tony Stark?"
Matt coughed violently.
"Ahem! Don't make such a joke. The call was recorded. Broly! He's not Tony Stark. How could our CIA attack him? He's a weirdo wearing a black cat armor. He's very powerful. Ordinary soldiers are no match for him. The US military gave him the code name Cat Demon."
Broly was tempted by the cat demon, but he didn't know when he could complete Tony Stark's bounty and he might not have the time to do it.
"I've been a bit busy lately, does this cat demon have any time requests?"
He said on the phone.
"That's a shame. I was planning on taking you to the bars in Kandahar."
Although Matt was very curious about what Broly was busy with, he was very rational and did not ask.
"Are you in Afghanistan too? Then I can help you kill this cat demon. Tell me your address."
Broly said happily, he was a little tired of looking for Tony Stark in the desert and mountains, it might be a good idea to kill the cat demon first to change his mood.
"Okay!" Matt reported the address excitedly. If he could successfully complete the task this time, he would be able to make a further step in the CIA. "Do you want me to arrange a plane to pick you up?"
"No, I'll be there in thirty minutes."
Broly pulled out a map and found the location of Kandahar City.