Edge of the Apocalypse
Chapter 793: Air Raid

A leather boot continuously rubbed and rolled on the turf, stepping on the turf beneath his feet until he fell to the ground. The owner of the boot was sitting on a natural rock. This rock was not big and just happened to fit the man's butt. The man took out a pack of cigarettes from his coat pocket and took out one. For some reason, the cigarette fell to the ground. He scolded and picked it up, stuffed it into his mouth, and lit it.

He relaxed when the smell of nicotine filled his mouth. At this moment, something flashed in his eyes. The man nimbly captured the light, and when he saw it, it was the reflection of the armor of the flying car. The man held a cigarette in his mouth and picked up his tactical binoculars. Instantly, several flying cars appeared in his line of sight. The models of the cars were slightly different. The one in front was undoubtedly a tactical flying car, and the cannon platform on the car was not a decoration. The latter two were ordinary personnel carriers. They were small armoured vehicles, and their carrying capacity was not large.

The three flying cars were painted with the design of a Gryphon. In Babylon, this emblem representing Bethcodd was enough to be recognized and valued by any clan.

The man jumped up excitedly, puffed out his cigarette, and stretched out his foot to step on it a few times. Then he reported with his headphones, "Big brother, they're coming."

"Coordinates?" Toure's voice rang through the headphones.

The man quickly reported a set of coordinates, then packed his things and left the hillside immediately.

At this moment, Alan was in one of the flying cars. He sat in the passenger seat with one hand on the edge of the window and his chin propped up. Although he looked outside, he didn't know where his mind had flown to.

This was a rare leisure time. There was no need to think about the task, no need to think about what to do next. He simply emptied his head, as if he had returned to the childhood days when he didn't need to worry. At that time, her mother, Lanny, supported this small home. Life was difficult, but for Alan. At that time, he was the happiest, even though he was no longer an insignificant person, even though he was already well-known in various camps and had been wooed by all sides.

But if he could exchange them, Allen would rather trade them for the time before he was five years old.

Outside the window, a ray of sunlight came from behind the mountain peak. The moment it hurt Alan, he remembered the scene.

Snow, broken finger, ring!

He sighed.

The warrior who was driving the car gave him a strange look. A trace of sadness flashed across the face of the young, promising young master sitting beside him. The warrior couldn't understand. What else was there for a character like him to feel sad about?

At this moment, Alan's ears trembled slightly. His dazed expression was instantly replaced by Ning Su. Alan sat upright and shouted, "Attention, air attack!"

Before the warriors at the side could react, a faint sense of pressure appeared in the sky. The warrior raised his head. The blue sky was shining with sunlight. Suddenly, two black dots appeared in the light and expanded.

The two missiles that flew over from behind the mountain peaks in front of them were dragging the orange-red tail flames. After drawing two beautiful parabolas in the sky, they began to lower their altitude and accurately descend towards the position of the convoy on the ground. At this time, on the tactical flying vehicle in front of the convoy, two physical artillery turrets rumbled. The artillery turrets spat out bright tracer bullets that swept past the incoming missiles like fire whips.

Immediately, two red fireballs appeared in the air. However, countless tiny black dots suddenly shot out from the fireball. It would be a big mistake to think that it was a missile fragment. Those were actually pocket warheads hidden within missiles and protected by several layers of armor. Each warhead was only the size of a bullet, but their tails emitted a thin ray of flame, pushing them down at an accelerated speed.

The barrage of bullets that covered the entire convoy instantly descended. In an instant, a series of dense explosions struck the three flying cars. Fireballs began to bloom. The sound of the explosions sounded like hundreds of notes had been played at the same time. In the end, they converged into a high accent.

Under the intense bombardment, there was practically no room to dodge. The three flying vehicles were knocked over by the explosion. The armor on the exterior of the vehicles was either scorched black or deformed. Burst of charred smoke rose from the body of the car, and the door of the tactical flying car suddenly bounced out. It flew more than ten meters into the air, and then smashed into the ground, producing a loud bang. Alan jumped out of the car door and stood on it. He stretched out his hand 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 unable to blow up these flying cars. The people inside weren't killed by the explosion, they were only slightly injured. However, the engines of the flying cars 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 vehicles came from afar and arrived at the scene of the attack a moment later. After a few rounds, they finally stopped and surrounded Allen and the others.

Alan was helping a few warriors when Celine and Hubble arrived beside him. The rest of the warriors also gathered together. If Lieutenant Colonel Xiao was here, he would have noticed that Alan's current numbers were surprisingly small. Apart from him, there were only Celine and Hubble, and the other five or six warriors were drawn from the various regiments. As for Regis, Norch, and the others, none of them had been seen.

The vehicles surrounding the group stopped, and one door after another opened. All-armed soldiers kept coming out from inside. Toure was also among them, but he had already changed his outfit and no longer wore the uniform of an ordinary soldier to tempt the enemy. The chief of the Goliath clan wore his personal battle uniform today. He was wearing a dark silver-trimmed armor with Goliath's Hunter logo on his chest.

Behind Toure, Grant and Alexander sent reinforcements. Tie Ya was wearing a heavy armor. The armor was actually carrying a quick-fire cannon, and there were two small ammunition boxes below. He grunted a cigar and made a heavy muffled noise as he walked, looking at Ellen and the others with a wicked smile. Logan and Finley were much quieter. Logan wore dark armor and held a sword in his hand. The sword was still unsheathed, but it emitted a faint murderous aura. Alan's appearance was reflected in Finley's pale blue, almost white, pupils. She didn't know if it was because she was the youngest, but her gaze towards Alan was more inclined to be curious.

Alan smiled as he looked at Toure. "The Goliath Clan is quite big. They even used the 'June Flower' missile to deal with me. I was even flattered to see Sir Toure personally on the scene. But looking at this situation, does Mr. Toure not intend to let us return alive?"

Toure snorted and swept his gaze across Allen's team, his eyes filled with suspicion, "Did you bring such a small number of people?"

Including Allen, there were no more than ten people in the team. It was a waste to use three flying cars. Moreover, Toure had already received information that Alan had dispatched his Hunting League Alliance on this mission. Although the alliance had suffered heavy losses in the previous battles, Roddy had also sent twenty or so family soldiers to Allen. That number was definitely not limited to the ones in front of him.

Ellen spread out his hands. "How many people does Mr. Toure think there are?"

"Stop pretending. I know you're not the only one. Let them out. Today, we'll settle this matter here." Tu Lei roared.

Ellen laughed, "Settle it? May I ask what Mr. Toure is going to settle? If it's a personal grudge between Hamm and me, I thought General Russen had already settled it. Isn't Mr. Toure afraid that the general will hold him accountable for what he did?"

"As long as no one here can survive, General Russen won't be able to say anything." Tu Lei smiled sinisterly.

"I also expected it to be like this, so I sent some people back to inform them."

"Impossible," cried Zod, Tully's younger brother. "They will be stopped by our men on their way back. Die for this heart."

Ellen took a deep look at him and smiled, "So the Goliath family really did their homework. Is it worth it to fight so hard for me alone?"

"Idiot, shut up!" Toure couldn't help but glance at his brother.

Zod's words exposed the arrangements on the way back. If Alan really did send someone back first, he would definitely have a way to notify the other party. At that time, all the arrangements would have been in vain. Now that Allen was clearly under-represented, Toure wanted to catch them all in one go. Only by killing everyone in Allen's hands would the news of this operation not be leaked. At that time, even if the Bescots were suspicious, there was no evidence, and they could do nothing about it.

But now that Alan had hidden some people, Toure didn't dare to act rashly. Otherwise, as long as the news was leaked, he would not be able to bear the revenge of the Beth Cod family.

Toure was worried. He didn't expect that Alan's simple arrangements would cause him to be in a mess. At this time, Tie Ya, who was beside him, spat out his cigar and scolded, "Damn it, are you still fighting or not? Are you scared, Toure?"

Ellen raised his eyebrows and suddenly said, "I say, why is Mr. Toure so aggressive? So you're not the only one who killed me. Let me guess, is this big fellow from the Grant family or Alexander?"

This wasn't hard to guess. After all, the Goliath Clan was just a new clan, and they weren't even ranked in Babylon. Beth Cod had already accumulated his might for a long time. Even if he gave Toure ten guts, he did not dare to openly want to kill Allen, the successor of 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 to be reversed, for example, if other large clans promised to pay heavily, then that would be another matter.

From the looks of it, the big guy didn't have much respect for Toure at all. He obviously wasn't from the Goliath family. Of course, Alan knew exactly what kind of clans he wished he could die from. There must be Grant and Alexander at the front.

Tu Lei's expression darkened as he cursed Tie Ya a hundred times in his heart. First Zod was wrong, and now Iron Fang. Tu Lei really didn't understand why he was surrounded by idiots!