Chapter 623: Chapter 46 Jason, We’re Going to Kill Your Friend!_2
"Sergeant, do you need my help?”
Cortana walked up to Jason and asked.
"No need!”
"These spoils… I have other uses for them.”
Jason said decisively.
Another meal deal of Sabie Aliens Assaulters and Scouts, the eleven-man combo!
100 points of satiety!
Jason certainly wouldn’t just leave it here.
Moreover, more meal deals were appearing in the city, which he naturally could not afford to miss.Therefore, after packing these items, Jason picked them up and headed outside.
"I’m going to provide support!”
Jason said as he walked away.
Cortana did not stop him.
Although Jason held a military rank, his identity with the “Mystical Side” meant he was destined to be a uniquely “unofficial personnel”; their interaction was a form of cooperation, not command.
"Yes, sir!”
Cortana saluted again.
The surrounding soldiers also saluted to see him off.
As participants in the conflict, they had just learned what this mission was all about.
‘Annihilate the infiltrating Sabie Aliens’!
The soldiers had no love for these invaders.
They wished they could join the battlefield immediately.
But they followed orders.
As professional soldiers, they understood the importance of their duty.
Since they had the task of protecting and securing the council building, they would execute it meticulously.
As a formal high-ranking member of the Ground Reconnaissance Bureau, Cortana knew more than these soldiers; she understood that beyond the plan to ‘Annihilate the infiltrating Sabie Aliens,’ there was also a plan to ‘Inform’. ȓÅNồᛒЕṣ
The former and the latter complemented each other.
Both were of equal importance.
And equally dangerous.
A single misstep could bring immense disaster to the ground!
Although the old general’s staff had been planning for a long time and had made thorough preparations, Cortana had been uneasy in her heart ever since she learned of the plan.
But just now, when she saw Jason standing among the bodies of the invaders, that unease disappeared.
It was an inexplicable process.
It brought her an inexplicable sense of calm.
Watching the tall figure disappear into the night, Cortana took a deep breath and shouted loudly—
"Please be safe!”
She had originally wanted to say more.
To speak some different words.
But as the words reached her lips, they ultimately turned into this sentence.
Jason heard it, but without turning his head, he continued forward.
He couldn’t wait for the remaining meal deals.
As for more?
With food right in front of him, he didn’t pay any attention.
…
At Cherry City Hospital, the old instructor stood on the rooftop, watching the Sabie Aliens approach under the concealment of their cloaking cloaks, and couldn’t help but twist the corner of his mouth.
"Relying on foreign objects, I smelled you from 10,000 meters away!”
With those words, the old instructor pulled out a rocket launcher from behind his back, aimed it at the approaching squad, and directly pulled the trigger.
Whoosh!
In the beautiful tail flames, the rocket shot straight out.
This was the first one.
Then came the second, the third, the fourth.
After depleting all the rockets in the launcher from behind his back, the old instructor, standing on the tenth floor, jumped down.
Thump!
The concrete ground shattered immediately.
The old instructor’s lower legs sank into it.
But, as if nothing had happened, the old instructor pulled his legs out.
He pulled the trigger towards the Sabie Aliens who had escaped the range of the rocket explosion.
Whir!
Amid the sound of the motor, the Gatling gun began to spin.
The next moment, a metallic storm composed entirely of bullets engulfed the rushing Scouts.
The Scouts who died in the explosion left no trace.
Those who dodged the blast and rushed out were also annihilated.
The invaders’ bodies flew back and forth like car parts in an accident.
"Hahaha!”
"You little brats, do you feel my enthusiasm?”
With his left index finger still on the trigger, the old instructor took out a bottle of vodka from a pouch on his side with his right hand, bit open the cap with his mouth, and began to gulp it down.
The burning liquor lit a fire in his stomach.
And it made the old instructor’s blood boil again.
Tossing aside the Gatling gun that had run out of bullets, the old instructor strode toward the frontline.
At this moment, two Sabie Aliens remained.
An Assaulter and a Scout, one brandishing a Bowl Blade, the other wielding a long spear.
The spear-bearer charged straight ahead, aimed directly at the old instructor’s throat, while the one with the Bowl Blade circled around, flicking the Bowl Blade at the old instructor’s ankle like a viper’s tongue.
Their speed was incredibly fast, and their coordination was tight.
This was a tacit understanding forged by the Sabie Aliens over many years, and tactical synergy that had emerged from it, which had previously caused considerable losses on the ‘Ground’ in frontal battles.
After all, at that time the Assaulter was leading a squad of a hundred.
With a hundred-man squad as a buffer, their shoulder cannons could be used to their fullest potential.
But now?
Without time to charge up, they had chosen the most straightforward approach to close combat.
Despite the old instructor’s formidable build resembling that of a bear, clearly very strong, it came with drawbacks; his bulkiness, which brought him strength, would inevitably make his body less agile, less nimble.
"Die!”
"I will collect your head as a trophy!”
The Sabie spoke through their masks, translating their words into the language of the Ground.
Hearing their words, the old instructor curled his lip.
He, of course, knew what they were planning.
In fact, in every battle, his opponents always had the same idea.
Ever since he stepped onto the battlefield at the age of 18, it was no exception.
"I don’t have absolute speed.”
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