The Ultimate War Of The Apocalypse
Chapter 578 - 571 The Unbearable Burden

Chapter 578: Chapter 571 The Unbearable Burden

Murphy’s hands were already bound behind his back.

Thompson hurried into a car, glancing around. Many, many soldiers were taking up advantageous positions since the enemy would strike from the air, the defense formation that was heavy on the outside and light on the inside had to be changed. Without knowing where exactly the enemy would land, key positions had to be defended by more people.

The Solar System Company had no air power at all throughout the entire war, so the Sanitation Workers had few anti-aircraft weapons. The anti-aircraft missiles that should have been placed in critical areas, along with the anti-aircraft artillery positions, were all missing.

Even portable surface-to-air missiles were very scarce.

Weapons serve warfare, just as good warships will never drive on land, and tanks, however effective on the ground, won’t go to sea. By the same logic, if the enemy wouldn’t use planes, then naturally there would be no anti-aircraft weapons.

There were only a large number of rocket launchers, machine guns, and both light and heavy machine guns that could threaten helicopters, but how much of a threat they would pose was debatable.

But Thompson believed he would have the last laugh, for a simple reason: the Solar System Company’s helicopters couldn’t carry too many people over, and his command center—no, it was Thompson’s command center that he had to take over after Thompson’s desertion in the face of the enemy—was surrounded by a thousand-strong garrison.

No matter how he looked at it, Thompson felt certain of victory. Of course, the enemy’s first strike would be terrifying, and casualties would be heavy, but as long as he was safe, that was all that mattered.

"Bring him up, let’s go!"

This sort of thing didn’t need too many people; a driver, a bodyguard in the back seat to watch over Murphy, and for safety—for instance, to prevent Murphy from biting off someone’s ear—Thompson decided to sit in the rarely used passenger seat.

Murphy was to be pushed into the car, but he refused, shouting, "This damn bastard is taking me to be silenced! Are you all idiots? To let this Graycloak do whatever he wants? What about your faith? Your loyalty?"

One of the officers pushing Murphy into the car whispered, "Mr. Murphy, you have been relieved of all your duties, and the orders we received... I’m sorry."

Actually, no explanation was needed. The officer pushed Murphy into the car, Murphy’s head knocked against the door frame, and then his upper body was forcefully pressed onto the seat. Although his legs kicked wildly, he was still shoved into the vehicle by two people.

Thompson’s bodyguard reached for the car door, stepped one foot into the vehicle, and just as he was about to get in and close the door, his head suddenly exploded, leaving only a neck spurting blood.

There was no gunshot heard; that bodyguard who had been by Thompson’s side for many years, who had accomplished countless feats and saved Thompson’s life numerous times, died just like that, without Thompson even noticing.

He only heard a strange muffled sound from behind, different from the sound of Murphy’s bald head hitting the car door, and Thompson urged, "Hurry..."

"Ah!"

Listening to the shrill and extremely panicked scream, Thompson turned his head abruptly, only to see the headless yet still standing corpse of his bodyguard.

"Uh... ha... drive!"

Thompson let out several meaningless cries before suddenly erupting into a roar. His driver slammed the accelerator, but with a booming noise, the front of the SUV was completely smashed.

The engine was utterly destroyed by the hit, making it impossible to start, but the three people inside weren’t harmed at all. It wasn’t a high-explosive shell; it was an armor-piercing round with no explosive effect.

In that instant, Thompson’s mind went blank until he heard the explosion, the thunderous sound of machine-gun fire, and the screams of the soldiers as they were positioning themselves.

Thompson was no fool, no idiot. Though the battlefield wasn’t his most familiar territory, he was certainly no fledgling who had never witnessed bloodshed and slaughter.

However, the fights Thompson was familiar with were different from what was happening here.

The combat here was more direct, with no subtlety, utterly and completely direct.

Would the enemy start with an airdrop? Would they launch an airborne assault from all around? Or would they deploy a section of infantry by a forceful airdrop under heavy fire cover and then immediately start fighting?

None of the above. The enemy just fired from the air, targeting anything they could see.

"Get out!"

The driver yelled at Thompson, then pushed open the door. As if coming out of a trance, before Thompson could reach for the door handle, he saw his bodyguard and driver’s head shatter into a mass of blood and indescribable fragments the moment he stepped out of the car. The headless corpse tumbled down, with one leg still stuck in the vehicle.

Thompson’s movements froze. His hand touched the door handle but didn’t pull it, as the person who had just exited provided him with the best demonstration.

"Hahaha, you idiot, hahaha... I’m dying of laughter!"

Murphy, tossed on the back seat, began to laugh. Tears came out as he continued loudly, "You really should have listened to Larry. He might be an idiot who only understands business and not command, but at least he knows what war is. He knows what the name Ram means. And you, after dealing with Ram for so long, don’t you know what the name means? Now that Ram is here, you’re finished! You really should have run away with Larry. I’m dying of laughter, seriously, I’m dying, you idiot. You don’t even know how to save your own life on a battlefield. Do you think Ram will follow your tempo? Don’t be ridiculous. He’ll just blow your head off with a single shot, not even giving you a chance to speak, and you won’t even know where he is. I know him too well, you..."

Murphy prattled on, and Thompson snapped back to reality, his desperation turning into an angry roar, "And you say you’re not a traitor? How did Ram find us? How did he rescue you with such precision? Why is it our car that he’s targeting? You are the traitor!"

Murphy sighed and then spoke with a sense of resignation, "Precise? You overestimate yourself and underestimate Ram too much. From the sky with a gun, he can lock down every location here that looks important. Heh, do you think he’s only watching this car? No, he’s watching every target that looks important, then blowing their heads off one by one. He’s not in a rush to land because... he is the God of Guns. He needs a place with a good view and convenient for shooting, and the sky is not a bad spot."

Thompson was stunned for a moment because what Murphy said was indeed beyond his imagination and endurance.

"I’ll kill you first..."

Thompson gritted his teeth, and Murphy looked unconcerned as he said, "By all means, my soul will wait for you for a while, waiting for you to join me on the way down to Hell. Oh, sorry, I forgot, Ram will catch you alive, let his Black Devil torture you slowly until you spill everything you know. You must be familiar with the Black Devil, you’re also acquainted with all the interrogation processes. Congratulations on soon receiving the Black Devil’s special treatment. So please hurry up and kill me, thank you."