A leather boot continued to rub and roll on the turf of the mountain rock, trampling the turf beneath his feet until it lay flat. The owner of the boots sat on a natural rock. This rock was not big, just big enough to fit a man's butt. The man took out a pack of cigarettes from his coat pocket and pulled out one from it. Somehow, the cigarette fell to the ground. He cursed, picked it up, stuffed it into his mouth, and lit it.
When the taste of nicotine filled his mouth, he relaxed. At this moment, something flashed in his eyes. The man nimbly captured the light. Looking at it, it turned out to be the reflection of the armor of the flying car. The man held a cigarette in his mouth and picked up his tactical binoculars to look. Suddenly, a few flying cars broke into his line of sight. The models were slightly different. The one in front of him was undoubtedly a tactical flying car, and the cannon platform installed on the car was not a decoration. The two behind were ordinary personnel carriers, small armored vehicles, and their carrying capacity was not large.
The three flying cars were painted with the image of the Griffin. In Babylon, this emblem, which represented Bescot, was enough to be recognized and valued by any family.
The man jumped up excitedly, spat out his cigarette, stretched out his foot and stepped on it a few times. Then he reported with his headset, "Big Brother, they're here."
"Coordinates?" Toure's voice sounded in his headset.
The man quickly reported a set of coordinates, packed his things, and immediately left the hillside.
At this moment, Allen was in one of the flying cars. He sat in the passenger seat, one hand hanging on the edge of the window, supporting his chin. Although he looked outside, his mind did not know where he had flown to.
This was a rare leisure time. There was no need to think about the mission, no need to think about what to do next. He just simply emptied his mind, as if he had returned to the time when he didn't need to think about his childhood. At that time, her mother, Lanny, supported the small family and lived a difficult life, but for Allen. At that time, he was the happiest. Even though he was no longer a dispensable nobody, even though he was already famous in various camps and was being wooed by all parties.
But if he could exchange it, Allen would rather use his current life to exchange for the time before he was five years old.
Outside the window, a ray of sunlight shone from behind the mountain peak. The moment Allen stung, he remembered that scene again.
Snow, broken fingers, rings!
He sighed.
The warrior, who was driving the car, looked at him strangely. The face of the young master, who had a bright future ahead of him, flashed with a hint of sorrow. The warrior could not understand. What was there for someone like him to be sad about?
At this moment, Allen's ears trembled slightly. The absent-minded expression on his face was instantly replaced by a solemn one. Allen sat up straight and shouted, "Watch out, an airstrike!"
Before the warrior could react, a vague sense of pressure appeared in the sky. The warrior raised his head. The sun was shining brightly in the dark blue sky. Suddenly, two black dots appeared in the middle of the light.
The two missiles flying from behind a few mountains in front of them were dragging an orange tail flame. After drawing two beautiful parabolas in the sky, they began to descend and accurately fell toward the position of the convoy on the ground. At this moment, the two physical cannons on the tactical flying car in front of the convoy roared. The cannons spat out a stream of shining tracer bullets that swept towards the incoming missiles like a flaming whip.
Instantly, two dazzling red fireballs appeared in the air. However, countless tiny black dots suddenly sputtered out from the fireballs. It would be a huge mistake to think that it was a missile fragment. In fact, those were pocket-sized warheads hidden in the missiles and protected by several layers of armor. Each warhead was only the size of a bullet, but their tails sprayed out a thin wisp of flame, pushing them to fall at an accelerated speed.
The barrage that accurately covered the entire convoy instantly fell. In an instant, a series of dense explosions struck the three flying cars. Fireballs bloomed one after another, and the sound of the explosions seemed to be playing hundreds of notes at the same time. In the end, they converged into a high-pitched accent.
Under this dense bombardment, there was almost no space to dodge. The three flying cars were overturned by the impact of the explosion. The exterior armor of the car was charred black, and the heavy armor was deformed. Waves of charred smoke rose from the body of the car. The door of the tactical flying car suddenly bounced out, flew more than ten meters into the air, and then smashed into the ground with a loud bang. Then, Allen jumped out of the car door and stood on it. He reached out and pulled out the driver, who was covered in blood.
The doors of the flying car opened one after another, and the people inside kept coming out. This attack was sudden and powerful, but it was still unable to blow up these flying cars. The people inside weren't killed by the explosion, but they were more or less injured. However, the engines of the flying car could not continue to work. At least until they were repaired, they could only stay where they were.
At this time, a few streaks of dust rose from the front. Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, three armored flying cars came from afar and arrived at the scene of the attack a moment later. After circling a few times, they finally stopped, surrounding Allen and the others in the middle.
Allen was helping a few soldiers up. Celine and Hubble came to his side, and the rest of the soldiers gathered around. If Lieutenant Colonel Xiao was here, he would discover that Allen had a surprisingly small number of people at the moment. Apart from him, there were only two experts, Celine and Hubble. The other five or six warriors were all drawn from the various regiments. As for Regis, Nocchi, and the others, none of them were seen.
The cars surrounding the team stopped, the doors opened one by one, and fully armed soldiers continuously emerged from within. Toure was also among them, but he had already changed his clothes and was no longer wearing the uniform of an ordinary soldier to lure the enemy. The patriarch of the Goliath Clan wore a close-fitting battle uniform today, covered with dark silver-rimmed armor, and had a Goliath hunter pattern on the chest of the armor.
Behind Toure, the reinforcements sent by the Grant and Alexander clans were also among them. Tie Ya put on a thick armor. The armor actually carried a rapid-fire machine gun on its back, and there were two small ammunition boxes below. He talked about a cigar, making a heavy muffled sound as he walked, and looked at Allen and the others with a sinister smile. Logan and Finley were much quieter. Logan was wearing dark armor and holding a sword in his hand. The sword was still unsheathed, but it faintly emitted a murderous aura. Allen\'s appearance was reflected in Finley\'s strange, pale blue pupils. She didn't know if it was because she was the youngest, but her gaze at Allen tended to be more curious.
His gaze fell on Toure. Allen smiled indifferently and said, "The Goliath Clan is also very generous. In order to deal with me, they even used the June Flower missile. I'm even flattered that Lord Toure is here personally. But judging from the situation, Mr. Toure doesn't intend to let us go back alive? "
Toure snorted and swept his gaze across Allen's team. His eyes were filled with doubt, "You only brought so few people?"
Including Allen, there were no more than ten people in this team. However, it was a waste to use three flying cars. Moreover, Toure had already received information that Allen had sent out his Hunting Alliance for this mission. Even though the alliance had suffered heavy losses in the previous battle, Roddy had also transferred about twenty clan soldiers to Allen. The number of people was definitely more than this.
Allen spread out his hands and said, "Otherwise, how many people does Mr. Toure think there are?"
"Stop pretending. I know you have more than that. Let them come out. Today, we'll settle this matter here. "Toure roared.
Allen laughed, "Settle it? May I ask what Mr. Toure wants to settle? If it's a personal grudge between me and Hamm, I thought General Russen had already mediated it. Mr. Toure, aren't you afraid that the general will hold you accountable for doing this? "
"As long as no one here can survive, General Russen won't be able to say anything." Toure smiled sinisterly.
"I also expected this, so I sent some people back to inform them."
Toure's younger brother, Zod, shouted, "Impossible, they will be stopped by our men on the way back. You should give up on this idea."
Ellen took a deep look at him and smiled, "So the Goliath family has really done their homework. Is it worth it for me to fight so hard?"
Toure couldn't help but glare at his brother, "Idiot, shut up."
Zod's words exposed the arrangements on the way back. If Allen really sent someone back first, there would definitely be a way to inform the other party. At that time, all the arrangements would be in vain. Right now, Allen's side was clearly lacking in manpower, and Toure originally wanted to catch them all in one fell swoop. Only by killing everyone in Allen's hands would the news of this operation not leak out. At that time, even if the Bescot family became suspicious, they wouldn't be able to do anything about it without evidence.
But now that Allen had hidden some people, Toure didn't dare to act rashly. Otherwise, as long as the news leaked out, he wouldn't be able to afford the revenge of the Bescot family.
Toure was worried. He didn't expect that Allen's simple arrangement would cause him to be in a mess. At this moment, Tie Ya, who was beside him, spat out his cigar on the ground and cursed, "Damn it, are you still going to fight? Toure, you're not afraid, are you? "
Allen raised his eyebrows and suddenly said, "I wonder why Mr. Toure is making such a big fuss. So you're not the only one who wants my life. Let me guess, is this big guy from the Grants or Alexander? "
This wasn't hard to guess. After all, the Goliath Clan was only a new clan, and it wasn't even ranked in Babylon. Bescot had already accumulated his might for a long time. Even if he gave Toure ten guts, he wouldn't dare to openly kill Allen, the heir to the family, for the sake of his son's personal grudge. The reason was very simple. Doing so would do more harm than good. However, if the two were the other way around, such as other large clans promising heavy rewards, then that would be another matter.
Hearing that the big guy didn't have much respect for Toure at all, it was obvious that he wasn't from the Goliath Clan. Of course, Allen knew very well what kind of clans Allen wanted to die. Grant and Alexander were definitely at the top of the list.
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