Quick Transmigration: A Super-Effective Novel Within a Super-Effective Novel

Lin Zhao had thought it through. War is ruthless. Although she could win every battle on her own, it would be too costly and a waste of time.

To fulfill the original owner's wish, defeat the enemy army, and win victory for China, she wanted to resolve the issue quickly and at its root.

So she asked for the location of Jianjun's combat command post far overseas, waved goodbye to Zhang Tiesheng and Sun Xiaomei, and flew across the ocean overnight.

The Jianjun Operations Command was heavily guarded, especially since it was a general command headquarters. Even so, Lin Zhao entered the highest commander's office as if he had entered an empty place.

At that time, the Supreme Commander of the Jianjun Army, Thompson, was still studying the telegrams sent by his subordinates. His brows were furrowed so deeply that they could trap a fly, and his face looked very unwell.

The telegrams from subordinates mentioned several times a woman in the Chinese army called "Sister Zhao," saying that she was incredibly brave and so powerful that she was unbelievable. She had led her troops to annihilate their armored forces and several armies that had just landed on the coast.

Thompson was furious. He didn't believe a woman could have such abilities, and he couldn't believe that China's poorly equipped army could fight against their armored forces!

There must be a communication problem, or China has some new secret weapon!

Thompson's mustache twitched as he got up to make a phone call to ask about the background of "Sister Zhao."

"Clap."

Before he could even pick up the receiver, a slender yet powerful hand suddenly reached out, and a pen pierced through his palm, forcing his hand and the receiver back into place.

"Hey!"

Thompson cried out in pain, and when he looked up, he met a pair of stunningly beautiful yet dangerous eyes.

Lin Zhao smiled and held the pen, twisting it vigorously in his hand.

"Ahhh-"

Thompson's face flushed red instantly, and the veins on his arms bulged.

"Mr. Thompson, I heard you were looking for me?"

Lin Zhao smiled dangerously and charmingly, his grip never loosening, Thompson's hand was pinned by the pen, and he couldn't move at all.

Although Thompson was in excruciating pain, he quickly recovered and looked at Lin Zhao in horror.

"You! You! You are..."

"Lin Zhao".

Lin Zhao patiently answered his questions.

Thompson, as if facing a formidable enemy, lunged forward despite the pain, trying to use his other hand to press the alarm bell on the table.

Lin Zhao was faster than him. His expression changed, and he suddenly pulled out the pen and plunged it into Thompson's other hand.

"Ahhhh-"

Thompson screamed in pain but didn't forget to call for help, "Help! Help! Warning!"

Lin Zhao swung his hand and slapped out a palm, using one hand to support himself as he flipped onto Thompson's desk, then kicked Thompson back into his chair.

"Crack!"

Lin Zhao stomped on Thompson, pinning him and his chair against the wall, then twirled the pen in his hand and pressed it against Thompson's throat.

"Since I have a way to break into your office, I can certainly make you unable to call for help."

She slammed a piece of paper on the table.

"If you want to live, sign this agreement, cease hostilities with China and Chao, and guarantee no further invasion for a hundred years!"

Thompson's ribs were broken by Lin Zhao, his mouth was full of blood, and one of his back teeth was knocked out. He was in excruciating pain all over his body even when he was breathing.

He squinted at the agreement Lin Zhao had brought, which clearly bore the words "Ceasefire Agreement" written in the script of the Kingdom of Ken.

Thompson's mind raced with thoughts: should he resist, compromise, or try to stall for time...?

He had already experienced Lin Zhao's abilities firsthand and believed Lin Zhao's claim that "there is a way to prevent him from calling for help."

Normally, if there were such a commotion in the office, his bodyguards would have rushed in and riddled the assassin with bullets.

Thompson looked up at Lin Zhao.

"Miss Lin, you are a smart woman. You know that the Great Jian Empire is determined to take over the Chao Kingdom. Even if you kill me, it won't make any difference. Why don't you sit down and talk things over... Ahhh!"

"His father's damned country! Talk about your father!"

Lin Zhaoyi stabbed Thompson in the side of his face with his pen, knocking out his teeth, piercing his mouth, and going right through Thompson's face.

She's always been the type to take action rather than talk, and Thompson annoyed her, so she simply pulled out her pen and stabbed it into his left eye.

"Aaaaaah! No—"

Thompson screamed and struggled in the chair like a dying fish.

Lin Zhao pulled out the pen again and placed it next to Thompson.

"Just sign what I tell you to sign, stop talking nonsense!"

Thompson was furious but dared not show it, and could only discuss it with Lin Zhao again, "Even if I sign, the Empire won't listen to me..."

"Still talking nonsense?!"

Lin Zhao pretended to gouge out Thompson's other eye.

Thompson immediately gripped the pen, his hand trembling.

"I'll sign! I'll sign!"

Lin Zhao then pressed his head down and stared at Thompson as he looked at the signature.

Thompson is the Supreme Commander of the United States; his words are law, and the President of the United States must obey whatever he says.

Moreover, the idea of ​​attacking Chao and invading China was originally Thompson's idea, so it's not what Thompson said at all.

Once Thompson signs the agreement, the war can be resolved at its root.

Although Lin Zhao could still use violence or forge signatures, that would easily lead to various troubles later on. It would be much easier for Lin Zhao to deal with Thompson.

Thompson had already signed up to the last page.

“Um… Miss Lin…” Thompson suddenly called out to Lin Zhao.

Lin Zhao glanced at him; Thompson was hunched over, clearly trying to stall for time and hatch some wicked plan.

Lin Zhao didn't want to waste any more words and decided to use hypnosis to force Thompson to sign.

But then Thompson realized that Lin Zhao was going to make a move. He suddenly bent down and pressed his hand on the dark corner of the table. The chair, carrying him, was thrown far away at high speed!

Suddenly, more than a dozen guns and weapons sprang out from all directions in the office, all loaded and pointed at Lin Zhao.

"Hahahaha... Hiss... Hahaha!"

Thompson, now protected by guns, laughed triumphantly, oblivious to the pain that aggravated his wounds.

"Miss Lin, you were careless."

He covered his eyes, convinced that Lin Zhao was a sitting duck.

"So what if you hurt me? You can't escape this inescapable net! China will surely be conquered by the Great Jian Empire! You can't save your country!"

"When the time comes, I will cut off your hands and feet, gouge out your eyes, cut off your ears and nose, and let you experience this feeling, making you wish you were dead!"

"Hahahahahaha!"

"Stupid."

Lin Zhao cursed silently.

"???"

Thompson never expected Lin Zhao to react this way.

His face contorted with rage, fueled by Lin Zhao's disdain. He pressed a button on his chair, and all the guns in the room were once again extended and aimed at Lin Zhao.

"If I press it just one more time, you'll be riddled with bullets!"

Let's see if she's scared or not!

"Sure, go ahead and press it." Lin Zhao shrugged indifferently.

"you!"

Thompson was so angry that his lungs ached, and he no longer wanted to communicate with Lin Zhao. Without hesitation, he pressed the launch button.

"Squeak, squeak—"

"boom!"