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"If you don't have anything else to convince me, then you can start saying your final prayers to yourself." Lancer was watching the footage from the surveillance camera in the safe house. As soon as he started watching the video, he changed his mind about slaughtering those bastards who dared to sneak onto his ship. There was no other way, Price's face was quite recognizable, and after snooping for a while, Lancer also heard their team name on the other side.

The moment he heard the name, Lancer frowned, because in a sense, in addition to childhood memories, this name also brought back a lot of thoughts to Lancer's mind.

Task Force 141 is not a force under the flag of NATO or the United Nations. If I remember correctly, the predecessor of this force can be traced back to the joint special forces formed by the British Special Air Service Regiment and the US Marine Corps' Power Reconnaissance Company in 2011.

Just by looking at the words on paper, you can understand that this is a special forces team formed by two countries. Well, perhaps a more accurate name should be the Anglo-Sarah Joint Special Command, because apart from the United Kingdom and the United States, most of the members are from the United Kingdom and former British colonies, what about Canada?

, Australia, the United States, oh, and this last one is a dad now.

There is no doubt that this force is an action force that enters other countries illegally and does dirty things. In order not to leave any evidence, the action patterns of this group of people will naturally not be so innocent and friendly.

But the enemy's headquarters was watching from above, and even when the girls were trying to get information, the enemy clearly gave the specific locations of John and his two teams, as well as the approximate locations where the girls were shooting. In other words, the enemy's eyes were watching from the sky, and if they tried to kill them, there would be a lot of trouble.

So Lancer reluctantly proposed to his girls that they should try to capture them alive! Then the humanoids began to inflict casualties quickly.

"Are you willing to be someone else's substitute?" Price gritted his teeth. They really didn't have any cards in their hand. Originally, everyone kept to themselves. There were so many forces in this broken place called the Middle East. Everyone went their own way, but now they had narrowed their own path.

"I'll go find out which bastard is behind this, but it has nothing to do with you." Lanser said gritting his teeth. He felt sick that he had fought this inexplicable battle and was unable to eliminate his opponent.

"Don't do it. If you are really the arms dealer of Azur Lane, I don't think we need to continue the fight. I don't really want to make connections, but I think you can ask General Ross to verify our identities. My name is Todd, and I think the general should let you raise your hand."

"Oh!? You actually know General Ross..."

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"Yes, it has been confirmed that Task Force 141 does exist, and... they are indeed carrying out an attack mission today." Thaddeus Ross, a three-star general of the United States Army, frowned and sighed, "Although I really want to tell you to throw that bastard Todd into the sea, but... well, I owe you a favor."

Lancer had indeed met Ross. Since General Ross was interested in super soldiers, he would occasionally look for special people to help with some things that were not so convenient to obtain. Apparently, Lancer, who had some connections, was the one who was approached.

After handing Ross some of the stuff the Soviets had invented, Lancer pointed him to a fork in the road and then ran off. Yes, Lancer didn't believe that any damn biotechnology could replicate Captain America. Even if the CIA later developed a replica potion, what did it end up with? Ha... Captain America's specialness was due to Steve Rogers' specialness, and had nothing to do with the potion.

What's more, Ross didn't want to create a saint to point fingers at him, so Lancer pointed Ross to the route of mechanical enhancement. Although it was not to the point of mechanical ascension, at least a lot of soldiers whose lives were saved by the by-product of mechanical prostheses were grateful to Ross and swore allegiance to him until death.

"General, the enemy got on my ship first and planned to launch a surprise attack on me. It seems that they don't intend to leave anyone alive." Lancer glanced at Price who was cursing while holding the communicator. Because of a wrong intelligence, one-third of the people died and the rest were injured. Is this the intelligence you gave? It would be best if Ross could deal with Lancer. If not, they would be fed to the fish. So after Lancer signaled Xiao Tangle to release the communication control, Price contacted the rear command center and started cursing.

When Lancer came over, he handed a PKM directly to Marco. In the midst of the gloomy expressions of the remaining members of 141, Marco excitedly put down his shield, loaded the bullet, and pointed the gun directly at them. Needless to say, once the talks failed, this PKM would almost kill all of them.

"You will get the compensation you want, I promise. That old bastard Sheffield has a lot of good things in his hands. Don't worry, you won't suffer any loss this time." Ross made a promise to Lancer. Just now when Ross was confirming the information, he had already scolded the other party severely. What a piece of crap, he couldn't even handle the basic intelligence verification. Moreover, his crappy British special forces were actually beaten by the security of an arms dealer.

And how troublesome this little bastard is, you don't know because you are not of Sheffield level, right? Believe it or not, someone from the Democratic Party will start blocking military spending tomorrow, and the first thing they will do is to cut into the funding of your SOCOM!

"General Ross... your words are not enough." Lancer sighed. At General Ross's level, his words should have been set in stone. But the current situation was too special. Lancer had no doubt that Lieutenant General Sheffield really wanted to kill him. If the feud got serious, would the other party compensate him? It might be more likely that he would shoot a tomahawk at him and kill him.

"Well, I just heard that you got a few female deer." Ross sighed, and the little fox refused to give up until he saw the meat. "I want them all."

"Oh? All of them?" Lanser was stunned for a moment. "I have quite a lot. There are still many that have paid deposits but have not been pulled out in Ukraine yet."

"Don't talk nonsense. I want them all!" Ross's tone was somewhat impatient. Although his troops had special Chinooks or other transport helicopters, they were not useless. In the former Soviet Union, the production of Hinds was quite large and they were sold everywhere, so a small number of Hinds would not be so conspicuous when used. Besides, he might be able to make a little money later. After all, the Iraqis have no say in the military purchases of Iraq, right? "Someone will come soon to make the specific decision.

Come to contact you."

"Deal, I'll stop the bleeding for them, and then let them send a plane to pick them up. I won't be responsible if anyone dies in the meantime." Lancer said, and got an affirmative answer from General Ross. Then Ross hung up the phone and went to scold Sheffield for the second time. The US military spends hundreds of billions of dollars every year, which is a huge plate, but this plate is so big. If you spend more, I will have to spend less.

So anyone who makes a mistake and can't clean up after themselves should be punished, right?

"Looks like you can survive!" Lancer looked at the group of Task Force 141 members in front of him whose morale was obviously not very high, and Lancer squinted his glasses, "There's nothing to talk about between us. You want to kill me, and unfortunately, I also want to kill you. It's a pity that there are eyes watching above..." Lancer snorted coldly, but don't expect any good treatment after losing the fight.

"Give them some first aid kits, let them bandage themselves, and take turns to guard them!" Lanser's arrangement was simple and clear. "I'll lead the first post. Brother Sixteen, Chuntian, and Mother Fei, you stay with me. Xiao Tangle, you lead the second post. John, you go bandage them and keep an eye on them after daybreak."

"Okay!" John nodded, told his men to turn around and leave. John asked Marco to stay for a while. These guys were obviously not so honest. Marco, who had just climbed up, lay down again and continued to point at the members of Task Force 141 in front of him with the PKM in his hand.

At this time, SOPII, holding three first aid kits in one hand, came over with a puffed face and threw the kits on the ground. After Price finished greeting the headquarters, he stood up and began to treat his men. After bandaging themselves, several lightly injured soldiers quickly began to give first aid to the seriously injured.

"My guys need a place to rest. They won't be able to hold out here until the plane arrives!" After simply bandaging his guys' wounds, Price stood up and made a request to Lancer. A few lightly wounded soldiers might be able to hold on for a while, but if they were left out in the rain, it would basically be a death sentence for them.

"Okay!" They took off the weapons of the seriously injured soldiers, handcuffed them to stretchers, and carried them inside. Chuntian, you take further care of them. How long will it take for your helicopter to arrive?" Lancer nodded. The two sides had already reached an agreement. 141 was not considered surrendering, and Lancer was not taking them prisoners. Everything was a deal completed in chaos, but the trust between the two sides was zero. "But if you want to follow in, you must also remove your weapons, otherwise, stay."

"We have not surrendered, you have no right to take away our weapons." Price said gritting his teeth. There were 8 team members on the ship, but now only 3 can stand. Lancer and his men were really ruthless!

"This is my ship. I didn't invite you. If you still have something to say, you can get off my ship." Lanser said calmly, "If your buddy hadn't persuaded General Ross, you would have been riddled with bullet holes and feeding to sharks in the sea."

"..." Price seemed to want to say something, but was stopped by his friend.

"You are arms dealers, and we are special operations team. In a sense, we are all serving a certain purpose." Todd, who had talked with General Ross before, said simply, "So there is no need to make things so tense. We chose the wrong target and obviously paid the price. So now everyone calm down, okay? We don't need to be enemies."

"Look, this is what they say. If you can't stay in Task Force 141 anymore, why don't you come to my side?" Lanser said with a smile, "Give them some self-heating rations and tell them to stay here. When the helicopter comes, the seriously injured can leave, but before General Ross's representative arrives, none of you can leave."

"Deal." This time Todd once again rushed before Price and made a promise to Lancer. After all, for him, the first priority now is to ensure that everyone can return alive! A little loss of words and face is simply insignificant.

"Thank you. I'll think about it carefully." Todd nodded to indicate that he remembered it.

"You can't really believe what this piece of shit said." The moment Todd turned around, Price held down the guy next to him and glared at Lancer. Obviously, although Todd helped them get what they needed, it still gave Price a very bad feeling.

"What else? Just have a fight with him? That big guy's finger is on the trigger..." Todd said unhappily. Yes, Price is very angry, so he is also very angry. But just like Lancer said, this is his ship, they illegally invaded his ship, so is there any problem for him to protect his property? Not to mention that this is the damn high seas!

Lancer killed them and threw them into the sea. Sheffield could only bear the grudge and look for a chance to retaliate. But! Didn't you hear who this guy was talking to just now? Lieutenant General and Admiral, who has a higher rank? ! "I know what you're thinking, so, yes, so those guys, they! Died! In vain!"

"Relax, don't be so nervous." Todd and Price spoke in a loud voice. Lancer and others who were not far away heard it clearly. They kicked Marco's thigh and signaled him not to hold the trigger of the PKM. "Get up, it should be impossible to fight. There are smart people on the other side. MD will carefully check all the goods tomorrow to see if there are any

It was damaged by a stray bullet.”

"..." Price stared at Todd in front of him. Todd shrugged and finally loosened his hand on his arm. "This matter won't end like this." He put the pistol he had been holding in his hand into the holster. "No."

"You're right about one thing. I won't let this matter go..." Lanser leaned against the side of the ship, squinting at Task Force 141, feeling extremely unlucky. "I'll find out who did it and tear his head off."

1-80 Say one thing and mean another... huh?

"I really didn't expect that you would be Ross's middleman." Lancer looked at an approaching ultra-large container ship that was several times larger than the Griffin. There was no ship name painted on the bow, but the name of his company, HCLI, was proudly painted on the bow!

Yes, this boat belongs to Koko.

"Hmm~" Koko responded with a smug look on her face. Being invited as an intermediary at this time was very particular. And the relationship between HCLI and the Americans... people could mobilize the United States strategic bomber B52 to directly carry out emergency air load reduction in other countries! Everything was self-evident.

"Those with more serious injuries were sent away by their helicopter last night. There are still three or four unlucky guys camping on the deck. You can take them away." Lancer said unhappily, and gestured to M4 beside him. M4 nodded and began to turn the rudder to move closer to Koko's ship. Then he took the hand-brewed coffee brought by Springfield. Looking at the heart in the coffee cup, Lancer smiled and looked at Mrs. Springfield, "Thank you! I like it very much." Then he winked at Mrs. Springfield.

"I heard that someone was in trouble and immediately ordered to speed up." Koko said with a smile. Why speed up? Of course she was here to laugh at the joke. "Look, although I can't sell you those large road-based air defense missiles, you can still sell some close-range air defense equipment... You lunatic! You actually opened fire directly!" Looking at the series of splashes on the side of the ship caused by the strafing of the 14.5 heavy machine guns, Koko jumped on the edge of the ship.

"Hahaha..." SOPII on the lookout recorded the scene and planned to hug the commander and take a good look at it later. The commander would definitely be very happy to see Koko die.

"My girls are just playing a joke on you." Lancer said with a smile. It was quite funny to hear Koko going crazy over there. Then he noticed that Price and the others who were sitting over there basking in the sun almost stood up immediately, looking around nervously, apparently feeling a little overwhelmed by SOPII's temporary entertainment.

"Crazy people! A bunch of crazy people! How did we find such a bunch of crazy people!" Todd started cursing before Price could say anything. They were in the middle of a fierce firefight last night and didn't pay any attention. But now they understood that it was not the common Lao Gan Ma at all, but the larger caliber 14.5 heavy machine gun. It was this heavy machine gun that shot down their helicopter. The other side actually installed this deadly thing on the ship.

The intelligence officer was no longer a matter of death. He really needed to investigate after returning. This time he was spared because of a friendship, but what about next time? ? What if he ran into an arms dealer who had a deep relationship with the US military? ! After returning, Price planned to force the headquarters to conduct internal loyalty identification first. What a monster!

Soon Price knew what it meant that hell was empty and the devil was on earth! A little white-haired man walked onto Lancer's ship, walked up to him, and slapped a document into his arms, "Take a look for yourself, you are now temporarily recruited, and your 141st Task Force is now temporarily under the Special Operations Command. Oh, this is for you." Then he handed another one to Lancer.

"You have to be kidding!" Price read the command document in a few glances. Their action team was mobilized. Although their losses were quite heavy, they were still required to temporarily belong to this chaotic temporary action command center and were required to act according to the other party's orders.

"So why should I also cooperate with your actions." Lansher looked at Koko in front of him strangely, with a weird look in his eyes. He was not even a private defense contractor... Lansher frowned, as if a switch was touched, and suddenly a series of pictures flashed before his eyes.

"Griffin wins!" Behind the man in black power armor flashing with electric and golden light, Griffin's shield cloak rustled, and countless people and robots shouted frantically...

"The mystery is finally revealed in one." A wizard in a robe holding a magic wand stretched out his hand and pointed lightly. A wave of light swept out. An unstoppable blizzard was drifting in the sky, and three-colored meteorites were falling from the sky, breaking through the wind and snow. The New York Twin Towers below were trembling.

……

In the blink of an eye, countless illusions rushed through his mind like a bursting flood!

"What the hell is going on!" Lanser's teeth were almost broken, and he looked at Koko, the one who caused all this, with ferocious eyes.

"Hey~ Hey... Boss, are you feeling unwell?" Rem said this but quickly blocked Koko behind him. At this time, Haruta and Fei Ma, who were behind Lancer, supported Lancer on each side, and the entire AR team had raised their guns.

Springfield snatched the

He quickly glanced at the crumpled piece of paper and said "Hmm?" in surprise. After all, it was just a normal-looking task dispatch document.

"It has nothing to do with her..." Lanser frowned and motioned his girls to relax. "Sorry, Koko, a little stress response was triggered. I'm probably fine. Can you tell me why it happened to me? No, there should be only one target left who is worth your trouble here."

"That's right!" Koko nodded with a smile on her face. "I think you won't miss this opportunity to get along well with a big shot."

"Actually, I don't want to..." Lanser frowned, "and this elementary school student who says one thing and means another..." As he spoke, Lanser himself felt extremely strange. He had never met Stark, and apart from knowing that this guy was a genius inventor, philanthropist, wealthy man, and a big player of Game of Life, he had no idea about him. But what he said was very interesting. Was he very familiar with him?

"Did you take the wrong medicine?" Koko looked at Lancer strangely, "Or maybe we didn't know that you and Mr. Stark are very familiar with each other?"

"No, I don't know him..." Lanser shook his head again. Suddenly, he had an impulse to change his mind and decided not to get involved in this mess. He couldn't watch this unlucky guy rot in a cave. "But from what I know about you, Koko, this little fox wants to get the most benefit for herself. So, is Hekmatia planning to marry Stark?"

"..." Koko raised her hand quickly and made a disgusted expression, "Ugh! How could you, a bastard, come up with such a disgusting suggestion? Fortunately, my father is not here, otherwise he would definitely be very interested."

"Ha..." Lanser smiled, "Their headquarters should have received the notice, right?"

"Yes, the reinforcements are on the way! You won't be responsible for much. Your people will be responsible for driving the helicopter to take the people out and then directly to the northern part of Mosul in northern Iraq. If nothing unexpected happens, that's where Mr. Stark is being held. After arriving, you will need to suppress the fire, then carry out an airdrop raid by infantry to grab the person, and then evacuate from there by helicopter."

"It sounds like a plan of either not flipping the car or flipping a big car, just like the American "Blue Light" rescue operation. Although the theoretical range of the Hind is 1000 kilometers, it is obviously not enough fuel for a round trip, not to mention fire suppression over there."

"It's very simple. You carry out the mission over there, and then these planes will fly directly to the US military-controlled area in Iraq! That way you can complete the delivery to the US military, how about that?" Koko said confidently. "According to intelligence, the enemy's camp is not too large, so... you only need to carry the minimum bombs."

"If all three of my helicopters are equipped with two rocket pods and the others are filled with fuel tanks, it seems to be enough. But the problem is that the risk is greater. What about the personnel deployment?" Lanser looked at Koko. This woman seemed to have made a plan.

"We don't have much trust in each other, so everyone just happens to have one plane. If one crashes, you'll take the blame yourself. Your people will be responsible for flying another Mi-8. It shouldn't be a big problem, right?" Koko said with a smile.

"Theoretically, it seems feasible, but your plan has already pushed everything to the limit, and there is no margin at all. Once an unexpected situation occurs, it will be completely ruined." Lancer shook his head after speaking and looked at Price on the side. "There is no doubt that you will be the ones who are forced to take the lead. Do you have anything to say?

"Nothing. Intelligence about the enemy, equipment, manpower, and..." Price looked at the large group of people around Lancer and Koko. "I don't even understand your situation. What do you want me to say?" Price's meaning was very simple. He didn't know how strong the enemy was, and the people around him were all useless! This battle was impossible to fight!

"I have the information!" Koko turned her hand over and a small USB flash drive appeared in her palm. "I spent a lot of money to get this. Of course, I want the biggest share this time. I will make it public only after you agree to this."

"As expected of the eldest daughter of HCLI." Lanser began to clap his hands without hesitation. He didn't know why, but he suddenly wanted to laugh. He also felt strongly that this was a good deal. "What can I get? I can't work for you for nothing."

"Mr. Lancer should feel that your Griffin has reached its limit. Our company is willing to provide you with a 20-ton cargo ship. If you want to know the specific performance, you can go and see mine." Koko had a smile on her face. HCLI had long been very interested in Lancer, and this time it was just an investment.

"make a deal!"

1-81 Breakthrough Dimension!

"Chekalov! There are huge fluctuations in the data, as if the test run just now caused the commander to trigger something!?" Regensburg, who was staring at the data panel, shouted loudly.

"What!? Akashi! Check the readings of other instruments!" Chkalov, who was communicating with Binjiang on the side, ran over quickly. Binjiang beside him also followed Chkalov without any hesitation.

"Here it comes! Here it comes! Meow!" Ming

Shi Yepu brought out the same energy and spirit that he usually used to trick the commander into buying the red pointed sword and busied himself with various instruments and equipment. It was obvious that the cooperation between the three of them had been very good during this period of time, and with the help of some ship girls, the equipment brought by Iron Blood also played a very good role.

"Is the commander triggering... the dimension?! This..." Chkalov looked at the data in front of her with surprise, and immediately came to a conclusion that even she herself could not believe based on her previous calculations!

"Although the commander is outstanding among mortals, he is just an ordinary person. Such outstanding abilities... He is worthy of being someone I admire!" Regensburg said with a proud expression.

"Focus on your work! Akashi! Export the data and see how stable the space-time corridor is!" Chkalov's hands were jumping on the keyboard quickly, and her face began to reveal an excited expression. Yes, although it was an unexpected situation, it seemed that this "accident" successfully pushed them forward. Now Chkalov believed that they were getting closer to their commander little by little!

"Binjiang, get ready!" Chkalov suddenly said.

"Eh? Crazy? Meow?" Akashi expressed his attitude straightforwardly. Although the commander didn't know what happened, it was obviously not a suitable time to conduct their original experiment! The frenzied flow of time and space was stirring up a violent tide in the most terrifying way, and if they wanted to conduct experiments under such circumstances, they would probably fail three times in a row.

"No time is right, all times are right! Regensburg increases output, skip steps 4 to 11, and seize this opportunity!" Chkalov didn't know where the feeling came from. He felt that this time he would definitely succeed, not just a possibility, but a certainty! She was so convinced!

"What a bold decision!" Regensburg opened the energy switch and thanked Iron Blood for sending all the technical equipment they had dug out from the ruins. After their laboratory was modified, the efficiency of the experiment was greatly improved, and the later support was in place, so there was nothing to worry about.

"Ready? I'm a man of action!" Under Regensburg's shocked eyes, Binjiang swung the Thousand Machine Umbrella in his hand and rushed directly to the experimental table that had been activated by Chkalov. As the Rubik's Cube was continuously sent into the experimental cabin, various resources melted away as quickly as melting snowflakes. A light curtain that was rippling like the surface of the sea began to slowly unfold, and then Binjiang dived into it.

"Hey... Hey! Hey!!!" Mingshi, who had just completed the stabilization operation of the space channel, looked confused as he watched Binjiang rushing into the light curtain. What happened? ! What about the big Binjiang? He just rushed in like that? "Crazy! Meow!"

"Data!" Chkalov frantically operated the keyboard in his hand, constantly calling up various monitoring panels to check the data on them. Binjiang's sudden action shocked Mingshi, and even Chkalov didn't react. My goodness, the commander always likes to say that I am a crazy woman in black silk scientific research (Isn't it just tying you up a few times?), but what is this crazy woman! ? She hasn't completed all the steps yet, and she just rushed in? !

"Damn it! The equipment can't hold on! The spatial rate of change is increasing!" Regensburg yelled loudly! And at this time, he was no longer pretending! He directly called out on the Iron Blood communication frequency band, "Bismarck! I need reinforcements! Quick!"

With Regensburg's scream, the entire Iron Blood base exploded instantly. All the Iron Blood ship girls rushed out in full force and ran towards the research laboratory. The Sakura Empire, which discovered this situation, also began to send out a large group of troops to follow.

Seeing the big move on the Red Axis side, White Eagle and Royal, who had been monitoring the laboratory, also realized that something had happened. They immediately began an emergency mobilization, and each organized their elite forces and sent out advance teams.

"Release the energy safety gate! Since this door wants more energy! Give it to him! Send this stubborn bastard to see the commander first! Deploy the ship equipment! Prepare for the explosion!" Chkalov made a decision immediately, "Data link all the units that can be connected immediately! Keep the data intact as much as possible!"

"Iron Blood has no response. Northern Alliance, Sakura Empire, White Eagle, Royal Army, Eastern Glory, etc. have connected all data links! Synchronous transmission begins." Regensburg said as a mechanical dragon unfolded from behind to protect him. "The amount of data is too large. I can only transmit it in segments!"

"Ugh... Ugh... It's over! Meow! All the data is out of control!" Akashi held his head and blocked his cutting saw in front of him, and then Chkalov, who rolled his eyes, controlled his ship equipment and pulled it behind him with his crab claws. "The final safety gate of the core space generator will fuse in 30 seconds! Meow! It's over! Meow!" Akashi trembled while holding his crab claws!

"We can't retreat! Not even a single step! We may have found the commander!" Chkalov stood in front of the operating table of the experimental instrument, tapping frantically. On the flashing electric light instrument, countless data flowed like a waterfall, and a bright smile appeared on her face! "Yes, we found it! Record the data!"

"Too much overclocking! The equipment can't hold up! Meow!" Akashi screamed, and a beam of light pierced through the roof of the laboratory and shot straight into the sky! The entire laboratory began to collapse in an instant!

"All Iron Blood members, listen up! Liberate the ship equipment! Support all the floors! This is to regain command.

"This is the key to the officer! It is extremely important and cannot be lost! The whole team will form a defensive formation, line up! Put up shields! Withstand the energy impact at all costs! Protect the experimenters and equipment! Bet on the glory of the iron blood! We will never retreat!" Along with the sound of broken glass, a cold female voice was heard by everyone.

One after another, figures smashed the glass on all sides and rushed in. Then, huge metal mechanical dragons unfolded their bodies from the void, propped up the collapsing floor of the laboratory, and coiled around the huge energy column in layers. Shields floated on the surface, ready to withstand the coming impact.

"It seems that my trip was not in vain!" Akagi in mid-air also unfolded his ship equipment! "I heard what Bismarck said! I also heard what Chkalov said! We, the Sakura Empire... those who retreat! Die!" Under Akagi's eyes mixed with ecstasy, the moment the paper fan was closed, the light of the magic began to flicker, and groups of ghost fire formed a complex formation.

Musashi slammed his long sword onto the ground, and a condensed giant appeared beside the mechanical dragon. Behind him were rows of Sakura warship girls with long blades in their hands. Led by Musashi, they prepared to meet the attack with serious faces.

Retreat? Even if they die here, they won't retreat! The commander lost it inexplicably, and now they finally have a chance to find it back! Who retreats? Traitor! Kill her!

"We don't need more people here for the time being! What! The laboratory is transmitting data? Make sure the data is not lost, this is a death order! Stop all other projects! Yes, everything! Make sure the laboratory data has top priority!" Enterprise stood not far away, watching Iron Blood and Sakura Empire posing as if they were trying to protect the laboratory to the death, and nodded. Although everyone usually disliked each other to some extent, but if it concerns the commander, he is sure that these two crazy women, Iron Blood and Sakura Empire, will definitely do their best to ensure it.

"It looks like Chkalov finally found it... We need to invest more resources next time." Befa, who was standing aside, looked at the scene with bright eyes, "Here it comes!"

"Buzz!" With a roar, even the company at such a long distance felt as if it had hit a wall while running wildly. The entire laboratory building disappeared in the roar! Dust swept in all directions like a tornado.

The surging electric current and shock waves instantly destroyed the shield that could withstand the large-caliber cannons of the Hell Siren. The metal dragon let out waves of mournful cries in the frenzy of lightning. The ghost fire that supported the formation was like a candle in the wind, ready to go out at any time. The huge phantom giant stretched out its limbs as hard as it could, trying to protect as much as possible, but Musashi's teeth were almost broken, and it barely held it up under such an impact.