Chapter 61: U.S. Forces in Japan, Heavy Strike
Through the armored screen, Jiang Feng clearly saw inside the cockpits of the two fighter jets — the pilots had unmistakably Western faces.
Blond hair, blue eyes, and the standard American military look.
Without a doubt, these guys were the U.S. forces stationed in Japan, urgently scrambled from a nearby American base.
Faced with the sudden encirclement, Jiang Feng not only didn't panic but instead curved his lips into an amused smile.
With a quick thought, he adjusted his voice frequency and spoke in fluent, standard American English.
"I am a member of the U.S. military's Iron Soldier Program, a counterpart to Captain America's super-soldier project. This suit of armor is the Pentagon's latest scientific achievement."
"I am currently carrying out a confidential mission under the direct orders of the President. Do not interfere with this military operation!"
Those words exploded like thunder.
"What?! Iron Soldier? A counterpart to the Super Soldier?"
The two pilots circling high above were stunned, their eyes filled with shock and awe.
Though they had been stationed overseas for a long time and hadn't returned home in years, the legendary name of Tony Stark — Iron Man — was one they knew all too well.
That man in the iron armor who saved the world had long become the idol of countless soldiers.
And now, this mysterious figure claimed to be the military's version of Iron Man?
"Please report the confidential military code!"
The two pilots had mostly believed him, but professional caution still kept them on guard.
Jiang Feng sneered inwardly.
Linglong had long since infiltrated the U.S. military's intelligence system beyond repair.
As for those so-called secret codes — he knew them all by heart.
"Make America great again!"
Jiang Feng immediately replied, loud and confident.
"Make America great again!"
The two pilots straightened up in reverence, echoing the sacred slogan in unison.
At this moment, they no longer harbored the slightest doubt about Jiang Feng's identity.
The absurdity was almost laughable.
Even as they faced the ruins of the bombed Yasukuni Shrine below — and the ashes of Japan's now-dead Prime Minister — the two U.S. pilots acted as if nothing had happened.
That was the cruelty and irony of reality.
To the mighty United States of America, Japan was nothing more than a puppet state at its mercy.
And the life or death of a puppet was hardly something its master would care about.
"Since you are on a classified mission, we won't disturb you further. We'll be leaving now."
One of the pilots spoke with clear respect in his tone.
"Wishing you success in your mission, sir!"
Their eyes toward Jiang Feng were full of admiration and longing.
As fighter pilots, how could they not dream of one day donning such a suit of armor and soaring freely through the sky?
They reluctantly glanced a few more times at Jiang Feng before piloting their F-22s away, soon disappearing beyond the horizon.
However —
"No! Why?! Why aren't you attacking that damned demon!"
"Our Prime Minister! Our Yasukuni Shrine!"
From the Chiyoda District below came waves of anguished cries.
Around the smoldering ruins of the Yasukuni Shrine, hundreds of Japanese citizens had gathered.
They wept bitterly and screamed in despair.
Frenzied, they raised their eyes to the sky at that demonic figure hovering above.
They had thought the arrival of the U.S. jets would bring them hope — that they would bring justice and destroy the evil invader on the spot.
But to their shock, the two F-22s merely circled a few times before leaving as if nothing had happened.
The scene made the crowd nearly explode with rage.
They finally understood a harsh truth — in the eyes of the Americans, the lives of the Japanese were worth less than ants.
"These are no longer ordinary citizens. Time for a heavy strike."
Jiang Feng stood suspended in midair, overlooking the hysterical crowd below.
Originally, his plan was to leave right after destroying the Yasukuni Shrine.
After all, he hadn't intended to slaughter innocent civilians.
But now...
It seemed these so-called civilians were far from innocent — perhaps not even human in their fanaticism.
Their faces were twisted, eyes bloodshot, roaring at the sky, lamenting the destruction of a shrine that worshipped war criminals.
Were these ordinary people?
No — they were a mob of extremists poisoned by militarism.
"If you're so obsessed with those war criminals, then go join them."
A cold glint flashed in Jiang Feng's eyes.
As a Reincarnator who could traverse infinite worlds like a demon from beyond, he felt no hesitation.
He could leave this world and return to the Reincarnation Space anytime.
Even though there were still many valuable technologies waiting for him in the Marvel Universe —
What he had already gained was more than enough to be called a perfect harvest.
So why hold back any longer?
With ruthless decisiveness, Jiang Feng locked onto the extremists below who were still screaming for vengeance.
With a sharp whistle, several micro-missiles shot out from his armor like meteors.
Though these missiles weren't as powerful as the one that destroyed the shrine, their sheer number made up for it.
"Ahhh! Run! Run!"
On the ground, the Japanese citizens screamed in terror as death descended upon them, scattering in panic.
But how could human legs ever outrun guided missiles?
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A series of deafening explosions erupted in quick succession.
The entire Chiyoda District trembled under the horrific blasts.
Flames roared skyward, smoke billowed thick and dark.
The extremists who had just been shouting moments ago were instantly reduced to ashes in the inferno.
Flesh and blood flew through the air, severed limbs scattered across the ground.
The once-crowded streets became a living hell.
As silence finally returned to his ears, Jiang Feng nodded in satisfaction.
"At last, it's quiet."
He spoke calmly, his tone devoid of emotion.
As if what he had destroyed weren't human lives — but a swarm of noisy insects.
Mission accomplished.
It was time to leave.
Turning, Jiang Feng flew toward America.
Next, there were still the Extremis Virus and the Super Spider Project — precious technologies waiting for him to claim.
America.
At a military base in New Jersey.
This was once where Captain America had trained — and where S.H.I.E.L.D. was founded.
Hammer was commanding his employees, using Hammer Industries' weapons to modify the Iron Man suits confiscated from Colonel Rhodes.
He had tried his best to persuade the military to let him take the armor for study — to analyze Tony Stark's technology and compare it with his own weapons.
But the military had flatly refused, giving him no room to negotiate.
Such a world-changing weapon naturally had to remain under their control.
As for Hammer Industries, their so-called partnership with the military — was merely as a contractor, with no right to touch the Iron Man suits.
Hammer was fuming inside.
"He already has his own armor. He wouldn't care about this pile of scrap metal anyway!"
But on the surface, he dared not speak a word.
He still needed the military's backing and had no choice but to obediently complete the modification work assigned to him.