Chapter 112: 067 Ambush the Special Agent Group!_3
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Another three or four agents were taken out with precise headshots!
The agents were in disarray, and as they were searching for cover again, sniper light bullets fired from two more directions.
Casualties continued to increase.
The support hovercrafts ford a simple defense line, only to trap them here.
Lulian dashed back and forth under the protection of his full-body shield, constantly attempting to determine the enemy’s position, but various advanced detection instrunts seed to have completely failed, leaving no trace of the enemy.
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He paused to survey the surroundings.
Vehicle wreckage was still burning,
corpses with identical head wounds lay at his feet,
his elite team, panicked, unable to locate the enemy…
The sensation grew stronger.
Lulian saw it again, a pair of crimson eyes flickering in the darkness, watching him, approaching him, an enemy hiding in the shadows, trying to get behind him, to slice through his energy shield and slit his throat with a resonance dagger…
Lulian shook his head vigorously, growling and roaring with agitation, then suddenly lifted his head as if he had made up his mind!
“Activate Oga!”
“Boss, using Oga now will put pressure on the Wind royal family, causing a strong backlash!”
However, Lulian ignored his subordinate’s warning. His watch projected an interactive hologram, and he illuminated several virtual buttons directly.
A heavy truck with an intact cargo compartnt quickly unlocked, and the walls of the compartnt thundered open, revealing the white cha lying quietly inside.
The energy engine in the cha’s chest flared with a pale blue fla.
Accompanied by a slight humming sound, it stood up like an ordinary person, with smooth and agile movents. The twelve-ter-tall figure stood towering amidst the flas, then slowly knelt on one knee and extended its palm forward.
Lulian jumped onto the cha’s palm, which slowly lifted him to the head of the cha. He ducked and crawled into the cockpit.
Simulated weightlessness.
Synchronized sensory input.
Automatic balancing system engaged.
The massive cha slowly stood, taking two steps forward, as the high-power scanner in its head activated, beginning to scan all suspicious targets within a dozen kiloters.
“Co out, you damn rats!”
Lulian continued to roar.
In the air, Yang Ming, crouched on a glider, watched the tal monster below with a frown.
The New Federation’s latest anti-ship cha!
The value of this thing was considerable.
“Boss, the video here has been transmitted to the Second Prince, and our plan has been successfully completed.”
“Lyu, are the sa type of chas in the other two heavy trucks?”
Lyu explained, “There are two more sets, one slightly damaged and the other intact.”
Yang Ming licked his lips and quietly asked, “What do you say we hijack a truck?”
“That’s not a good idea, my reckless boss,” Lyu reminded him, “Facing this cha head-on doesn’t guarantee a complete victory, as its firepower and kinetic systems are incredibly strong. Overexposing ourselves would negate the purpose of this operation.”
“Fine.”
Yang Ming’s enthusiasm was imdiately extinguished.
He grabbed a handful of ‘firecrackers’ from the bag on his chest and sprinkled them downwards. After waiting for about ten seconds, he pulled out a small microphone.
He recalled Hanton’s mories, searching for the Empire soldiers’ resilience.
A series of explosions erupted below.
When the explosions ceased, Yang Ming’s modified voice, transmitted through the agents’ communication system, reached the ears of the survivors.
“This is just a warning, Federates.”
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