Chapter 629: Chapter 48: The Way of a Stay-at-Ho Man_2
Having once held a special occupation, it was quite normal for him to be privy to so secret knowledge.
"Are there no forces left to counterattack?”
McCaul asked.
"Currently, the only main force warship at the base is the ‘Kirin’.”
Tel replied.
"Main force warship? That’s got to be able to take it down, right?”
McCaul pointed at the Sabie alien warship in the sky.
"Of course.”
"These types of smaller warships can’t compare to a main force warship, but the ‘Kirin’ is an unfinished third-generation main force warship. It returned to Earth to complete its power and artillery systems. Three days ago, the ‘Kirin’s power system was just disassembled and improved, and it hasn’t been installed yet
Before Delbon could finish, he started to chuckle bitterly at the situation.
Although he was part of the ‘Mystical Side’, with his integration into the ‘Ground Reconnaissance Bureau’, he had also co into deep contact with so things nad ‘technology’.
Perhaps he was still unaware of the more advanced theories.
However, he was very clear about one thing: reinstalling the ‘Kirin’s power system wasn’t a matter of a day or two.
And Cherry City wouldn’t last a day or two.
In fact, it didn’t even need that much ti.
Based on the firepower and speed displayed by the Sabie alien warship just now, Cherry City would be reduced to ashes in half an hour.
Brian and McCaul’s faces turned exceedingly grim.
Obviously, both had co to the sa conclusion.
John, with a stony expression, headed towards the room.
Cherry City wasn’t important.
What was important were the mories he had here with his beloved.
Therefore, he couldn’t allow Cherry City to disappear.
About a few seconds later, amid the roaring of the engine, a heavy truck erged from a concealed underground passage.
Looking at the heavy truck that had driven out, Tel’s eyes nearly popped out.
Heavy trucks were common.
But usually, heavy trucks were towing trailers.
However, what was attached to this heavy truck was all artillery!
The artillery was arranged in three tiers, with four gun barrels on the top layer and six on the two layers below.
Squeak, squeak!
Under the control of the central pressure-regulating system, the heavy truck hunkered down like a tiger, and all 16 gun barrels opened up, with missiles adjusted through the barrels starting to aim at the Sabie alien warship. 𝙍ÂŊÖ𝐁Êș
"This, where did this co from?”
Stumbling over his words, Tel asked.
"As an adult hoowner, isn’t it normal to keep so weapons behind the closet at ho, so in the basent, and so in the garage?”
Brian calmly replied.
"But, but this is a self-propelled gun!”
Tel had an expression that said ‘I’m a man too, don’t joke with ’.
"That’s the difference between an ordinary hoowner and a ‘Mystical Side’ person.”
"An ordinary hoowner needs more weapons to protect his family and ho.”
"As for the Mystical Side?”
"I don’t know much about it, maybe we can share notes later.”
Brian said as he walked towards John.
Looking at Brian’s retreating figure, Tel’s face twitched.
He was a ‘Mystical Side’ person, but at most, he would set up a few ‘alarms’ in his house, or at the very extre, add a couple of ‘acid traps’. How could he possibly have sothing as extravagant as self-propelled guns?
"Protecting oneself is not wrong.”
"We just want to live more safely.”
McCaul patted Tel on the shoulder, consoling him.
Tel agreed with such sentints, and subconsciously, the ‘Mystical Side’ mber was about to nod when McCaul spoke up again, “So, a self-propelled gun is not enough. Though it has been modified, its anti-air capabilities aren’t as good as an anti-aircraft gun. We need to install two concealed anti-aircraft guns in the backyard!”
With those words, McCaul also walked towards the heavy truck.
After a couple of steps, McCaul paused.
"No, it’s not enough.”
"Two anti-aircraft guns are too few.”
"And they’re too concentrated.”
"We need at least six, scattered around the house.”
McCaul’s face brightened with a warm smile as if struck by a brilliant idea.
Tel clearly heard these words.
This mber from the Clock Tower stationed at the ‘Ground Reconnaissance Bureau’ seed to have his view of the world refreshed.
His stiff neck made it impossible for him to nod anymore.
No, it wasn’t about nodding at all.
It was about how he couldn’t possibly agree with such a notion.
How could a ho possibly contain so many dangerous items?
Ho should be holy.
Ho should be filled with laughter and joy.
Such a ho is what’s truly cherished.
But…
What if soone ca to shatter that happy life?
Tel’s expression turned grave.
He started contemplating his own happy family being attacked by invaders, what if his wife or children were hurt, or if sothing even worse happened?
Although I don’t have a family now.
One day, I will.
So what’s wrong with preparing for a rainy day?
Imdiately, his grave expression beca stern.
Tel’s breathing quickened involuntarily.
A suffocating sensation overca his chest.
He couldn’t bear any harm coming to his wife and children.
The house would have to be refitted.
Alarm traps didn’t need to be abundant, just add two more.
Acid traps, he should place 20… no, 30 of them.
Lightning traps too, 30 as well.
What if spells were targeted and failed?
Without thinking, Tel raised his head, looking towards the three n nearby.
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