I have a wizarding world

"Hello, may I ask who you are?"

Imari asked in standard English.

"Mr. Imari, let me introduce myself. I am Anthony, the president of the Pasa Islands."

On the other end of the phone, Anthony, the black president of the Pasa Islands, smiled, revealing a set of white teeth.

Syria, east of Damascus, is currently experiencing a fierce urban defense war.

Damascus is the capital of Syria and has always been controlled by the government army led by President Adesa. But now, the ownership of Damascus is clearly about to change hands.

"Alan, what are you doing, you idiot? Where are you pointing the gun?"

A Syrian man in camouflage with a full black beard slammed the head of the new recruit in front of him.

"C-Captain! I..."

Alan was so frightened by the captain's reprimand that he shivered, his voice trembling with fear. Poor Alan, this was his first time on the battlefield.

"Alright, just stay behind me for now."

The captain looked at the fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy in front of him, stuttering, spat, and forcibly swallowed the words of abuse. "Damn Americans!"

He cursed the Americans fiercely.

On a street in Damascus, both sides of the street were filled with dilapidated buildings, covered with traces of gunfire. Some buildings even had half their structure blown away by artillery shells, and seemed like they could collapse at any moment.

The captain led Alan, crouching, hiding behind a dilapidated building.

"I know you're a good shot," the captain looked at Alan. "I'll fire from that direction to attract their attention, and you take him out from here."

The captain pointed to the other side of the building and said to Alan.

Alan swallowed and nodded vigorously.

Seeing Alan's nervous expression, the captain smiled and comforted him, "Don't look like your mother just died, smile. I'm still counting on you to take out that son of a bitch!"

Hearing the captain's crude words, Alan grinned and smiled.

The captain patted Alan's helmet. "Do a good job, I'm going!"

Alan watched the captain move towards the other direction, wiped the sweat from his palms due to nervousness, and gripped his rifle tightly, aiming forward.

"Da da da!"

A moment later, gunshots came from the captain's side.

Alan immediately became fully focused, his eyes fixed on the scope, locking onto the front, waiting for the target to appear.

Sure enough, after the captain finished firing a magazine, the enemy on the opposite side couldn't help it and raised his rifle to return fire.

Through the scope, Alan saw the enemy crouching, his helmet constantly rising and falling in the scope.

"Higher! A little higher!"

Alan kept muttering.

"Pui! Pui! Pui!"

On the other side of the dilapidated building, the captain, having finished firing a magazine, spat out the dust that had splashed into his mouth. "Damn it!"

The captain cursed, his face covered in dust, then raised his gun again and returned fire.

"Da da da! Da da da! Da da da!"

The intense gunshots on the street couldn't travel far before being drowned out by the surrounding sounds of gunfire.

"Whoop!!!"

"Whoop!!!"

"Whoop!!!"

Suddenly, a series of miserable air raid sirens sounded!

Not good! It's an air raid!

The captain shouted in his heart!

"Alan! Get down!" the captain roared, "Aircraft! It's aircraft!!!"

On the other side, Alan seemed to hear it, or maybe he didn't. He suddenly thought of his parents and sister who had been killed by artillery shells, and tears streamed down his cheeks.

"Damn it!" Alan gasped, his eyes bloodshot. "Higher, just like that, a little higher!"

In the scope, the enemy's helmet suddenly rose higher, exposed in Alan's sights.

Now!

Alan pulled the trigger, the firing pin struck the primer, and the bullet, propelled by the gunpowder, quickly shot out of the barrel, drawing a line of fire!

"Clang!!!"

Hit!

Alan was overjoyed.

"But, why isn't there any blood?" Alan wondered.

"Alan, get down!" The captain rushed towards Alan.

Alan heard the captain's voice and just turned his head.

Buzz!!!!

Suddenly, a bomber quickly flew over Alan's head.

"Boom!!!"

A shell exploded five meters away from Alan, and the violent shockwave directly lifted Alan's body several meters into the air. He rolled a few times in the air and fell to the ground like a broken sack.

"Alan!" the captain roared and ran over.

"C-Captain," Alan spat out blood mixed with internal organs. "I-I'm in so much pain! I'm in so much pain!"

The captain looked at the fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy, his eyes bloodshot. He held Alan's head with one hand and looked down at Alan's lower body.

At this moment, Alan only had his upper body left. Both legs were blown off at the root by the shell, and the severed limbs were mixed with dirt and shrapnel.

"I-I took out that son of a bitch."

"That's right, you did it," the captain said with tears in his eyes. "You did it!"

The captain watched Alan's eyes gradually lose their luster, hugged his body, and his chest filled with anger.

Opposite them.

Two anti-government soldiers looked through binoculars and laughed.

Alan had just hit a helmet they propped up with a gunstock. The poor fool didn't lie down to avoid the shells during the air raid and was blown to death.

"Damn it!"

The captain picked up his gun, gritted his teeth, and fired fiercely at the enemy!

At this time, in near-Earth orbit, the Pasa Islands' Explorer was flying over Syria.

"Report position!"

"Longitude. Latitude. Distance from the ground is 1000 kilometers, in near-Earth orbit!"

"Open the hatch!"

"Hatch is open!"

With an order, the bottom hatch of the Explorer opened automatically.

"Orbital Drop Troopers! Deploy!"

Immediately, black T-1 type powered armor suits fell in free fall from the bottom hatch of the Explorer!

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"

Due to Earth's gravity, the T-1 type powered armor suits rubbed against the atmosphere, creating streaks of fire!

Fortunately, the armor material used in the T-1 type powered armor suit not only has ultra-high strength and stealth performance, but also has heat resistance and corrosion resistance far exceeding all materials in the world.

Despite the fiery appearance of the mecha as it passed through the atmosphere, the clone warriors piloting the mecha felt nothing.

A full hundred T-1 type powered armor suits fell towards Damascus, drawing streaks of fire in the sky, like meteorites falling to the ground.

As the mecha got closer and closer to the ground, the warring parties on the ground vaguely saw streaks of fire lighting up the sky.

"Wh-What is that? A meteorite?"

A government soldier muttered, holding his gun.