Pentagon Releases Videos, Images Of Iranian Strikes
WASHINGTON, D.C. — The Department of Defense has released the first wave of high-definition imagery and video footage documenting strikes on Iranian military assets during the initial phase of Operation Epic Fury. The operation, now in its third day, has focused on the elimination of Iran’s missile threat, the neutralization of its naval capabilities, and the destruction of facilities linked to its nuclear program. Officials described the campaign as a surgical effort emphasizing advanced technology, including laser systems and directed energy weapons, to minimize collateral damage while achieving precise results.
Secretary of Defense Pete Hegseth, joined by Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff Gen. Dan Caine, briefed the public on the mission’s progress. Hegseth stated that the operation marks a departure from previous long-term nation-building efforts, instead prioritizing decisive action against specific threats. He noted that Iran had maintained a conventional threat posture while pursuing nuclear capabilities, justifying the strikes. Gen. Caine reported that initial strikes were “devastatingly effective,” with ongoing battle damage assessments continuing. The Iranian Red Crescent has reported 555 deaths within Iran, while Israel has reported 11 fatalities from retaliatory actions.
Hegseth confirmed that no U.S. ground forces are currently deployed but emphasized flexibility in future tactical decisions to complete the mission. On the diplomatic front, Secretary of State Marco Rubio described the conflict as ushering in a new era of geopolitics, requiring allies to reassess their roles. He rejected what he termed “dumb” nation-building wars in favor of protecting American sovereignty and global shipping lanes. White House Press Secretary Karoline Leavitt confirmed that Secretary Rubio notified seven of the eight members of the congressional “Gang of Eight” prior to the joint U.S.-Israeli strikes. The administration maintains that this notification fulfills the 1947 National Security Act’s requirement to keep Congress fully informed.
The operation has resulted in four U.S. service members confirmed dead and over a dozen wounded. The Pentagon has framed the mission as having a clear exit strategy focused on threat elimination rather than occupation or regime change. Hegseth reiterated that the standard for victory is the absolute destruction of threats to American interests. Additional footage and imagery are expected to be released as battle damage assessments progress. The administration has set a firm deadline for Iran to comply with demands regarding its nuclear program, with further measures possible if unmet.
The developments have prompted debate over constitutional authority for military action and the balance between congressional notification and approval. Critics have questioned the scope of the strikes, while supporters argue they represent a necessary response to long-standing threats. The Pentagon continues to monitor the situation and provide updates to Congress and the public. The operation reflects a broader shift in U.S. military strategy toward precision strikes and technological superiority over extended ground engagements. Observers note that the release of imagery aims to demonstrate transparency while underscoring the effectiveness of the campaign.
He discovered his wife's worst secret thanks to the maid... but what the young woman carried in her womb destroyed the entire family.
PART 1
The storm lashed against the immense windows of the mansion in Pedregal with a fury unusual for Mexico City. Arturo reacted purely on instinct, driven by an adrenaline rush he hadn't felt since his early days building his real estate empire. Before Constanza's stiletto heel could crush the silver reliquary against the marble floor, he slid across and snatched it away with astonishing speed.
Lupita, the young maid, trembled, huddled against the granite kitchen island. She clutched her chest, right where the leather cord of the locket had burned her skin when it was ripped off. Suddenly, the heavy mahogany doors of the service entrance burst open. A woman of about 55 burst into the scene. She was soaked, her shawl dripping wet, her breath ragged with panic.
"Don't leave her alone with that viper!" the woman shouted, pointing at Constanza with a terror that seemed to come from another life.
For the first time in the 15 years of marriage Arturo had been with her, he saw Constanza lose her icy composure. The mistress of the house took two steps back, her eyes wide.
"You…" Constanza murmured, clenching her fists. "Damn it, it can't be."
The newcomer ignored the millionaire and fixed her gaze on the young maid. Lupita, her lips as white as paper, could barely utter a word.
—Doña Carmen?
Arturo, oblivious to the electrical tension in the room, glanced down at the open locket in his hand. Inside was an old photograph, folded at the edges. It showed a young man in a politician's suit holding a newborn baby girl. But what chilled Arturo's blood wasn't the man, but the woman's hand, which appeared cut off at the edge of the image. She wore an unmistakable gold and diamond bracelet. A family heirloom that Constanza had kept jealously guarded in her safe since 1998.
The tycoon looked up. His eyes, normally serene, were now two dark wells.
"Constanza," he demanded, his voice dangerously low. "I want the truth. Right now."
Constanza stood up straight, regaining the fierceness of someone who has spent half her life surviving in high society by trampling on others.
"The truth is, this Indian woman came here to extort us," he spat, looking at Carmen with disgust. "Just like her sister did years ago at the ranch. Just like this goody-two-shoes is doing now with her innocent face."
Lupita looked at her as if the whole world had shattered.
"Did my mom know her?" the young woman asked, her voice breaking.
Carmen stepped forward, leaving a puddle of water on the spotless floor.
—Yes, my child. I knew her very well. Your mother, Alma, was no ordinary woman. She worked in the main house of this family, back when this lady's parents were still alive. She was the nanny for the son Constanza had.
The silence that followed was absolute, broken only by thunder outside. Arturo frowned, completely taken aback.
"Constanza has never been able to have children," he said.
Carmen closed her eyes, and a tear mingled with the rain on her face.
—That's what she made all of Mexico believe.
Constanza advanced with unrestrained violence, ready to strike the woman, but stopped abruptly. It wasn't Arturo who stopped her, but her own gaze, which slowly descended until it fixed on Lupita's stomach. A twisted, almost demonic smile began to spread across the millionaire's perfect lips. No one in that kitchen was prepared for the hell that was about to be unleashed…
PART 2
"Enough of this nonsense!" Constanza roared, trying to regain control. "Arturo, get these starving women out of my house!"
But Arturo grabbed her arm with a force that silenced her. He had never touched her like that. He had never looked at her with such contempt.
"You will never give another order in this house," he declared. "Keep talking, Mrs. Carmen."
The older woman took a deep breath, drawing on years of silence for courage.
—Twenty-six years ago, Constanza was indeed pregnant. But not by her first husband, the businessman. The real father was a congressman she was secretly having an affair with. When the girl was born, everything turned into a nightmare. The dates didn't add up, the husband demanded proof. And your mother, Alma, overheard it all one night.
Arturo slowly released his wife's arm, feeling disgust churn in his stomach.
"And Lupita?" the tycoon asked.
“Constanza had a healthy baby girl,” Carmen continued, weeping. “But the political and social scandal was going to destroy her status, her wedding, and the fortune she was to inherit. So she did the unthinkable. She bought the doctor’s silence, pretended the baby had been stillborn… and ordered a hitman to make her disappear.”
Lupita backed up until she bumped into the cabinets.
—Little Virgin, no… no…
“Your mother couldn’t allow such a monstrosity,” Carmen sobbed. “She stole you from the clinic that very morning. She fled with you in a truck to Michoacán. She raised you there, like her own daughter, selling food to support you. The locket was the only thing she stole from Constanza’s room as evidence, in case they ever came looking for her.”
The air in the kitchen was thick with tension. Arturo looked at his wife. Constanza wasn't denying anything. There wasn't a single tear of regret in her eyes, only a savage fury directed at the young employee.
"Tell me it's a lie," Lupita begged, crying uncontrollably. "Please, tell me it's a lie."
Constanza raised her chin, displaying her pearl necklace like armor.
—Why deny it? The village girls are already here with their theater.
Lupita let out a strangled scream that tore at her throat. Arturo felt such a deep anger that he had to lean against the granite island to keep from doing something crazy.
"Is she your daughter?" he asked his wife.
—Biologically, I suppose so —Constanza replied with chilling coldness.
Lupita doubled over, protectively hugging her own belly. Carmen rushed to support her, stroking her hair. But Constanza wasn't finished yet. She fixed that sickening gaze on the young woman's abdomen once more.
"And what else did you find out, you nosy old woman?" Constanza said with a dry laugh. "Because five months ago, when I saw how this goody-two-shoes was looking at the family photos, I sent an investigator to follow her. I found out that Alma was dead. I found out who she was. And I thought about sending her packing with a nice check. But then I discovered her little gift."
Arturo felt his heart pounding in his ears.
—What are you talking about?
Constanza smoothed her designer dress with terrifying calm.
—I discovered that the man who got my “daughter” pregnant wasn’t the gardener. Right, Lupita?
The young woman raised her face, bathed in tears, trembling from head to toe.
—The child this woman is expecting —Constanza announced, savoring each word— is Mauricio's.
The name echoed like a gunshot to Arturo's head.
Mauricio.
His nephew.
The only son of his late brother.
The main heir to the corporation and the pride of the family.
Lupita shook her head in horror.
—No… it can’t be…
Suddenly, memories flooded back to Arturo. Mauricio's nightly visits to the mansion. His supposed midnight bouts of thirst in the kitchen. The way Lupita would lower her gaze and flee whenever he arrived.
"Did he force you?" Arturo asked, approaching Lupita, feeling a mixture of guilt and murderous rage.
The young woman closed her eyes, unable to hold his gaze.
“He swore he loved me,” Lupita whispered between sobs, defeated. “He told me he was going to buy me a house in Coyoacán. That we were going to move far away. But when I told him I was pregnant… he turned into a monster. He yelled at me that I was just a starving servant. That no one would believe me. That he would have me killed if I said a word.”
"You son of a bitch..." Arturo muttered, clenching his fists until his palms bled.
Constanza burst into loud laughter.
—Exactly! Your beloved nephew got my unwanted daughter pregnant. Can you imagine the circus in the gossip magazines? Can you imagine the vultures on the board of directors trying to take over the company because of this scandal?
"Is money the only thing you care about?" roared Arturo.
"Name and power are all that matter in this country!" Constanza shouted, finally losing her temper. "I sacrificed everything for this life! And I'm not going to let some bastard and her disgusting offspring take what's mine!"
Carmen, trembling with rage, confronted her.
—She's your blood! She's your daughter and your grandson!
"I don't have a daughter!" Constanza spat out. "I have a mistake that should have been thrown in the trash 26 years ago!"
Lupita let out a guttural groan. Her hands clutched her stomach. Her knees buckled. She fell heavily to the ground.
"My little girl!" cried Carmen, kneeling beside her.
Lupita was breathing in short gasps, her face contorted with pain.
—It hurts… it's tearing me apart…
Arturo circled the granite island in one second. He was the first to see it. A thick, dark red stain was beginning to stain Lupita's white uniform and spread across the marble floor.
"Canelo, get out of the way!" Arturo shouted to the Belgian Shepherd of the house, who had begun to bark desperately at Constanza.
Arturo's protective instinct was fully ignited.
"Get the armored truck ready!" he yelled to his head of security, who was appearing in the hallway. "Call Ángeles Hospital! I want the best operating room, gynecologists, and my team of lawyers waiting in 10 minutes!"
Lupita wept with primal panic, clutching her apron.
—My baby doesn't… Virgin Mary, my baby doesn't…
Arturo lifted her in his arms with surprising ease. He felt the young woman's body burning with fever and trembling. And just as he was about to take the first step toward the door, Constanza's venomous voice echoed behind him.
—If he loses, he'll be doing everyone a favor.
Arturo stopped. He turned his head slowly. The look he gave his wife wasn't one of anger; it was the promise of utter destruction.
“Listen to me carefully, Constanza,” he said, with a chilling calm. “You’re dead to me. Your place in this house, your position at the company, your credit cards—it all ends today. If Lupita or this child suffer even one more harm, I will use every penny of my fortune to throw you in jail. I’ll leave you penniless.”
Constanza swallowed hard. For the first time in her life, she felt pure terror. Because she knew that Arturo's threats weren't empty.
The tycoon walked toward the exit, followed by Carmen, who was praying aloud. The dog, Canelo, stayed in the kitchen, growling at Constanza, cornering her against the wall.
But when Arturo crossed the front door with Lupita bleeding in his arms, the security chief's radio emitted a loud buzz.
The man in the black suit heard the receiver, turned pale, and ran through the rain to Arturo.
"Don Arturo... excuse me... it's from the Attorney General's Office," said the guard, trembling.
Arturo shielded Lupita's face from the rain.
—What do you want now? Make way!
The guard swallowed hard, staring at the blood dripping from Lupita.
—They just arrested your nephew Mauricio in the boarding area of the Toluca airport… He was going to flee to Europe.
Lupita let out a groan upon hearing the name. Arturo tensed up.
—Why was he arrested?
The head of security looked up, horrified by what he was about to say.
—A nurse from a clandestine clinic reported him half an hour ago. She said that Mauricio paid her 2 million pesos in cash to be ready… because he planned to kidnap Lupita's baby as soon as it was born and make it disappear on the highway.
