Why would I join the army if I can’t drive a Gundam!

Chapter 235 The Demonic Monk and the Escape
After finalizing the operation plan, Major Wallace began preparations, scouting infiltration routes and confirming the cult's security. Meanwhile, the Federation agents were preparing weapons, ammunition, and other technical equipment. For them, disguising themselves as cult soldiers was quite difficult, as the bright bald head and the ring scars on their heads were not something they could pull off. For the agents, skin could be broken, blood could flow, but hair could not be lost.

Then, on a rainy evening, the intelligence team began their operation. Thanks to Major Wallace's infiltration, the team had a clear understanding of the base's perimeter defenses and security. As a result, they infiltrated the base without much effort and were not discovered by anyone. This was the advantage of the heavy rain, which could conceal the infiltrators' activities to the greatest extent and reduce the guards' visibility. After all, on such rainy days, the monks would rely more on reconnaissance equipment.

"Alright, that's all I can record for now!"

Outside the core area of ​​the base, Major Wallace, still wearing his cult uniform and a raincoat, looked at the dense, hazy shadows of buildings in the rain and mist, and said helplessly.

"It's alright, leave the rest to us!"

The head of the intelligence agency patted Wallace on the shoulder, then gave one of his men a look. The agent working at the restaurant quickly located the base's communication network port, plugged in his decoder, and the sensor system on the periphery of the core continued operating, preventing the team from approaching. While the federal agents couldn't shut it down or disable it, they could interfere with its operation, causing the cult to detect the problem and send someone to investigate. To avoid false alarms, the sensors would be switched to standby mode, allowing the federal agents to use this brief opportunity to slip past the perimeter!
"start up!"

As the decoder began operating at high frequency, alarms sounded in the cult's monitoring center.

"Rainy days are such a hassle!"

Because there had been previous instances of equipment malfunctions due to severe weather, the monks at the monitoring center simply followed the usual maintenance procedures, shutting down the alarm system and sending personnel to repair it.

"It's now!"

"gogogo!"

The moment the sensors went off, several agents and Major Wallace sprinted out like athletes competing in a 100-meter dash at a sports meet. Using the shadows of the building, they evaded the sentries' sight and quickly approached the perimeter fence ahead.

Fifty meters!
Forty meters!
Just as they were about to reach the isolation fence, a warning came through their earpiece from the sniper on guard.

"Sentry, they've come around the corner and will see you soon!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the group quickly rolled into the nearby drainage ditch, pressing their bodies tightly against it, letting the mud and water submerge their bodies and heads.

Two monk soldiers appeared the next moment, but they were so engrossed in chatting that they didn't notice the people lying in the drainage ditch at their feet. It wasn't until the monks disappeared into the next corner that the agents, panting and covered in mud, climbed out of the ditch.

"Luckily, this isn't Miami, otherwise the ditch would be full of more than just mud!"

Seeing the disheveled state of the group, the person in charge couldn't help but tell a lame joke.

The group continued forward and eventually reached the perimeter of the safety net. After using a carbon dioxide laser cutter to create a passageway, they officially entered the restricted area.

Once inside, the snipers outside could no longer provide cover, and if anything went wrong, they would have to rely on themselves. Fortunately, it was nighttime, and most of the monks had already returned to their barracks to rest.

However, as they approached the hangar without any obstacles, they discovered that it was quite lively!

Outside the hangar, a large number of monks remained on guard, and from the open gate, the heavy clanging of metal could be heard. Although he could not see what was inside, Major Wallace could draw a conclusion just by listening to the sounds!

"Great, looks like these guys are going to drive that guy out!"

"That's really good news! We don't have to figure out a way to get in anymore!"

The group's eyes lit up. It was truly an easy opportunity. To enter the heavily guarded hangar, they would have had to clash with the sentries, but now, they only needed to find a secluded spot to observe!

Soon, the group found a good spot on the top of another building that offered a view of the area. Just as they took their positions, a rather disheveled and comical-looking machine emerged from the hangar's doors.

The machine looked rather disheveled because it was in a very rudimentary state, consisting of only the most basic parts. Not only were the pipes exposed, but it also lacked a head, and the cockpit in the chest area was just a metal frame.

What's comical is that the machine walks in a wobbly, unsteady manner, like a drunk office worker staggering around, making you hold your breath in fear that it might fall over at any moment.

"That machine is their secret weapon?"

"Look at the pilot, this isn't an ordinary Zaku!"

Major Wallace immediately spotted the tubing directly connected to the disabled Zeon pilot's limbs; he had seen it in the enemy unit identification manual printed within the military.

"Regeneration equipment, these guys have really gotten their hands on something incredible!"

"Was the video recorded?"

"It's recording in progress, and it's already being transmitted to Sanders!"

The agent holding the equipment answered in a low voice.

"Okay, let's take a few more pictures, then we'll retreat!"

Just as the person in charge was saying this, suddenly, they felt a series of sharp pains in their brains, which even made several agents groan involuntarily.

"You shouldn't be here!"

Major Wallace felt his insides churning, his brain throbbing with pain, and his body even becoming numb and stiff.

At that moment, a bland voice, devoid of joy or sorrow, echoed in his mind.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Lei Fanhu!"

The next moment, the major saw a figure appear in his consciousness, who reached out his hand to him.

“Lieutenant Colonel Federico, your life shouldn’t end here! Serving the corrupt Federation is not your future, so abandon the Federation…”

"Major?"

Just as Lei Fanhu was still rambling on, Federico felt like his head was about to explode. Besides Lei Fanhu's voice, he also heard the voice of the head of the intelligence group.

The next second, he awoke from his sea of ​​consciousness, followed by a wave of nausea and pain. When he got up from the ground, he saw the person in charge calling out his code name, his face pale.

"what happened to you?"

"To wake me up, I shot myself!"

The person in charge gave a bitter smile and then said.

"I punched each of you again!"

"Thank you!"

The major touched his slightly feverish nose; clearly, he had used a bit too much force to wake them up.

"This is not the time to talk about this! We need to get out of here!"

The intelligence team didn't have time to think about how they were discovered by Lei Fanhu, because the alarm had already sounded at the base, and a large number of armed monks were also approaching them from the hangar.

"I've already signaled the rapid reaction force. Can you come out? I'm here; I can provide cover for you!"

The snipers outside also saw the monks gathering outside and were worried for their comrades.

"We are working on it!"

The team was rushing downstairs. The leader, who had a leg injury, was being carried on the shoulders of a major. Just as they were about to reach the first floor, the federal agent at the front of the group came face to face with a monk.

"Da da da!"

The faster-reacting agent grabbed the rifle from the other's hand with one hand, while raising his submachine gun with the other and pulling the trigger on the monk soldier.

The bodies of the slain monks rolled down the stairs, and the agent jumped down quickly, trying to seize a good position. But as soon as he landed, two monks rushed in through the gate, and both sides fired their guns and fell down at the same time.

"Grenade!"

Hearing hurried footsteps approaching from the gate, the second agent threw a grenade without hesitation.

After the grenade exploded, several monks who had rushed to the gate collapsed to the ground, powerless. The other monks were also forced to stop and began firing at the gate.

"This place is blocked!"

"Go to the back!"

The third agent handed his spare magazine to the second agent, who then rushed into the first-floor hallway, kicked open a door at the back of the building, and immediately shouted upon seeing the window.

"cover!"

The major, carrying the head of the special agents, quickly slipped into the room, while the second agent continued firing outwards to suppress the enemy. His submachine gun ammunition was running low; he had already emptied all three magazines. Fortunately, his teammates had broken the window and jumped out of the building.

He immediately dropped his weapon, then picked up the first agent's weapon and spare ammunition. Before leaving, he also made sure to slip a thermite grenade under his teammate.

Sorry, bro!

The monks didn't just wait at the gate; instead, they sent men to flank from both sides. As a result, the agents who jumped out of the windows were quickly spotted, and bullets rained down on them.

"Run, run, run!"

The group could only run for their lives, but fate was not on their side. The brave agent who covered their retreat was the primary target of concentrated fire. He was hit by a bullet the moment he jumped out of the window, and then he fell headfirst into the mud. He reached out to grab a weapon, but the icy chill quickly swallowed him up.

"Arthur!"

Now, only three members of the intelligence team remain. Thanks to the sacrifice of their teammates, they successfully used the buildings for cover and dodged the bullets, but the monk soldiers were hot on their heels.

"Grenade!"

The third agent threw another grenade, successfully buying the group several seconds.

"where to!"

The major, being chased by a large number of enemies, suddenly saw a crack, more than a meter wide, in the gate of the hangar not far away. With nowhere else to escape, they had no choice but to squeeze through.

Just as they were about to enter, another series of gunshots rang out. The major felt a sharp pain in his arm and heard the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground behind him.

"Cody!"

The major and the person in charge who escaped through the gate saw that the third agent was lying quietly on the ground not far from them. The major wanted to rescue him, but the monk soldiers had already rushed over. He could only grit his teeth and press the button to close the gate, and then destroy the safety device. In this way, the gate would have to be powered by an external power source to be reopened, which would buy them some more time.

Meanwhile, the monks quickly surrounded the hangar. At the same time, several monks surrounded the agent's body and tried to turn it over. Just as the body was being turned, one of the monks heard a click, and then a grenade rolled out.

"boom!"

"Looks like we're doomed today!"

The person in charge was placed on the ground and spoke with difficulty.

"No, it won't happen today as long as I'm here!"

The major bit off the tourniquet to treat himself first, then anxiously looked around. When he saw a huge figure covered by a tarpaulin not far away, he was immediately excited and wanted to share the news with the person in charge.

But the other person was leaning against a row of clutter, barely alive, with blood seeping out from beneath him, soaking his clothes.

"you……"

The major gently touched the other man, and then he saw the shocking number of bullet holes on his body.

"It's alright, Major, it's alright..."

The person in charge used his last bit of strength to say something weakly, and then he breathed his last.

Major Wallace felt something blurring in his vision, and just then, an explosion rang out outside the gate, clearly indicating that the monk soldiers were trying to force their way through.

There was no time for grief; the major could only rush toward the tall figure beneath the tarpaulin.

Outside the gate, the monks were still working hard to demolish it, but unfortunately, the gate of the hangar was not something that could be shaken by a few infantry firepower. Fortunately, a monk soon brought a backup power source, and after reconnecting the power lines, the gate roared.

"Up, up, up!"

As soon as the gate opened, a large number of monks rushed into the hangar without hesitation. They cautiously scanned every corner, but only found the lifeless body of the person in charge.

"There's another spy. Where is he?"

A monk commander was pacing back and forth in the hangar when he heard a heavy thud. Turning around, he saw the waterproof tarpaulin covering the Zani in the hangar had fallen to the ground.

He subconsciously looked up and saw that Zani's head monitor suddenly lit up with a bright light.

"That guy is maneuvering..."

The massive steel foot that strode out flattened the monk soldier, causing the other monk soldiers' expressions to change drastically. They then tried to flee the hangar in a disheveled state.

Meanwhile, the monks outside were unaware of what had happened until Zani stepped out of the hangar and fired his 60mm Vulcan cannon at the crowd. Only then did they realize that the enemy had stolen a mobile suit.

"These bastards!"

After venting his frustration by emptying the Vulcan cannon's ammunition, the major manipulated his machine to grab a 120mm machine gun and then steered it toward the planned escape route. Although the Zani was fully loaded, it hadn't been refueled with propellant, so the major could only jog away as he fled.

Just then, he felt a sharp pain in his brain again. Clearly, the evil monk was about to enter his head again!

"Get out!"

The major gritted his teeth and touched the spot where he had been shot. In the excruciating pain, his brain, due to the emotional turmoil, forcibly severed Lei Fanhu's intrusion.

Then, in order to avoid being taken advantage of by the enemy, the major would touch his wound from time to time. Just as he was struggling to pilot Zani away, two friendly signals appeared on the radar of the aircraft.

Clearly, the monk soldiers also deployed mobile suits to try and intercept him!
"How could I possibly die here!"

With a roar, the major pulled the lever, and Zani raised the machine gun. Then, the major aimed directly at the friendly signal on the radar and pulled the trigger.

The two Nanyang Alliance aircraft were also Zani, but their pilots were not very skilled, so much so that they were a little stunned when they saw the major's IFF (Identification Friend or Foe) signal. It was at this moment that the roaring 120mm shells hit one of the Zani aircraft solidly.

Zani was cobbled together using parts from Zaku and GM, so its defensive capabilities were naturally mediocre. The 120mm cannon ammunition quickly tore through Zani's armor, penetrated the cockpit, and even set fire to the internal pipelines, turning it into a piece of scrap metal in a matter of moments.

After firing a burst, the major immediately turned his gun around and pulled the trigger on the second Zani.

The pilot of the second Zaniri, from the South Seas, reacted quickly and maneuvered his aircraft. Then, he raised his machine gun and pulled the trigger at Major Wallace.

However, after pulling the trigger, the pilot realized that his shooting skills were rather poor. In addition, he was maneuvering at high speed, so only a few of the bullets hit the enemy, and they were all insignificant upper limbs, because the experienced major had protected his vital areas with his arms.

As the two sides closed the distance in a firefight, the major quickly emptied his magazine, and with no other ammunition or weapons left, he only had a thermal axe.

Although the Nanyang Alliance's Zani still had ammunition, its pilot had so little confidence in his poor shooting skills that even after he had destroyed one of Major Wallace's arms, he abandoned the machine gun, which was out of ammunition, and pulled out the thermal axe.

At this moment, neither machine was in a good condition, but the major had no choice. He looked at the approaching Zani and then pushed the control stick.

As Nanyang Alliance's Duzani swung his thermal axe to slash off the major's head, the major's thermal axe also slashed into the enemy's cockpit.

"I told you to aim when operating a mobile suit, how come you don't remember at all? Pay attention next time!"

Major Wallace released the thermal axe and continued to advance, while the monk soldiers relentlessly pursued him, firing various weapons at Zani.

"Damn it, just hang in there a little longer!"

Seeing that he had already left the base and was about to enter the city outside, the major could only roar in anger.

But his machine eventually reached its limit; the circuits failed, the armor was damaged, and even the lighting equipment in the cockpit went out of control.

"Major, get down here quickly!"

Just as the major was about to be surrounded by the enemy and was fumbling for his pistol in preparation for suicide or a last-ditch effort, he heard the sniper's voice on his radio.

Then, through the footage from the backup monitor, he saw a motorcycle rapidly approaching as people fled into the crowd.

The person riding the motorcycle was a sniper from the special agent team.

"Major, are you still alive?"

"Almost died!"

Major Wallace fumbled to open the cockpit door, then pulled on the escalator and jumped down. In his haste, he stumbled upon landing.

But then he was dragged onto the motorcycle.

"We'll arrive at our destination six kilometers north!"

"Then I hope those bald monks can give us those six kilometers. Also, Sanders, if you feel a headache, tell me immediately. That guy, Rafan Hu, is a new human, a very powerful new human, who can directly invade our brains!"

"Understood. If that happens, I'll leave it to you!"

The sniper nodded, then gripped the throttle tightly, propelling the motorcycle forward at high speed. At this moment, the pedestrians on the street had been frightened into hiding by the previous battle between the mobile suits, so the motorcycle could also speed along at full speed.

But less than a few hundred meters behind the motorcycles, the motorized vehicles driven by the monks of the Nanyang Alliance caught up.

"Those bastards are like ghosts that won't leave you alone!"

"Major, take my gun!"

"My marksmanship is so-so!"

"We usually have to fight back, at least to prevent them from speeding up recklessly!"

(End of this chapter)