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Chapter 1365: Chapter 443: Men Should Do What Men Must_3

Inside the command room of the spacecraft, there was an eerie silence. Everyone was curiously looking at the canister, uncertain whether it would explode or release toxic gas.

If it simply landed on the deck, the defense of the spacecraft’s armor should prevent significant damage.

After almost seven or eight minutes passed

Bam!

A large foot kicked open the deformed cabin door. Wildman staggered out, leaning against the door frame, but after just a couple of steps, he fell to his knees and took off his helmet.

"Ugh—"

Brother Ni crawled out from another door, vomiting as he said,

"Damn script... haven’t even fought the BOSS yet... and the cutscene already takes off half the health bar, what’s the point of fighting at all."

They completely forgot the entire plan was devised by themselves.

The original drop pod had already undergone a round of improvements, but this mission clearly exceeded the shock absorption limit designed by the Super Earth’s tech department—there was nothing even the gods could do.

Watching several people gradually crawl out of the two drop pods, the captain held his head and said,

"Take them down."

The enemies are such lunatics; they nearly scared an entire ship to death with such a grand display, and it turns out it’s just a few grunts. I wonder what I was worried about; even he found his previous reaction somewhat amusing.

"Yes."

Soon, several special operations teams emerged from the bridge elevator, ready to head to the tower to reach the second floor for a better vantage point.

Earlier, they had withdrawn to the spacecraft’s interior to avoid the ’bombing’; now they saw Wildman, and their anger flared up instantly.

Boom!

A steady and powerful sound stopped the team leader at the front. He raised his hand to halt the team.

"Did you hear something?"

Several team members immediately responded,

"Heard it."

"Yeah, I heard it too, it sounded like a heartbeat."

But this conclusion seemed absurd to them.

This is the deck, it’s so open, how could they hear their own heartbeat?

Boom! Boom! Boom!

But the heartbeat didn’t cease; instead, it grew louder and more intense, accompanied by the sound of hurried footsteps.

The team leader’s eyes widened as he shouted,

"It’s the enemy! All teams prepare for combat!"

Too fast

The drop point was more than two hundred meters from the tower, and they emerged in just a few seconds.

That heartbeat resounded like thunderous drumming; the Italian soldiers couldn’t even see the enemy yet, feeling an inexplicable agitation in their hearts, struggling to breathe, extremely uncomfortable.

The team leader grabbed an electromagnetic rifle from his back and charged up to the second floor. Before he could shoot, an axe flew towards his forehead; he quickly deflected it with his gun, but the force made even his power armor feel strained.

And in that moment of distraction, a dark figure had already leaped to the second floor; the pounding heartbeat almost shattered the team’s eardrums.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The intruder stood with his back to the sun, making it impossible to see his features clearly, but his eyes shone with a golden light. He clenched his oversized powerful gloves on his right arm tightly against his chest; a stream of air propelled from the power armor’s back.

Whoosh!

The team leader felt as if a freight train crashed into him head-on. He crashed through two walls, the gun he used to block with was shattered by the punch, and his vision spun wildly as he toppled to the ground.

In a daze, he seemed to see his life flash before his eyes.

The team leader hurriedly shook his head and climbed up from the ground to clear his mind.

But Wildman wouldn’t give him a chance to react. A grenade launcher popped out from his left arm, launching a three-round burst.

The deadly crisis prompted the team leader to activate Sianweistan, attempting to dodge, but the three-shot burst sealed off all his escape routes; he had to endure one shot.

However, the power of the grenade explosion wasn’t significant, but the accompanying high-temperature burn was terrifying.

Because it was an aluminum thermal grenade, the burning temperature could reach up to 3000 degrees on metal surfaces, penetrating through armored units.

Like maggots on bone, the flames covered the team leader’s body; he quickly realized what was on him, but it was already too late. The flames soon breached the outer armor, burning through to his nerves.

"Ah!!! Ah!! Ah!!"

Screams of agony echoed from beneath the facemask, his entire body writhing in pain on the ground. But Wildman had no time for him; they must seize this place before other warships arrived for support, or at least sink it.

As he exited the tower

Wildman and his team swiftly and cleanly dealt with the rest of the small squad, using the tower’s terrain to engage in a firefight with subsequent enemy reinforcements.

Bam!

Another two drop pods landed explosively on the deck.

Sword Saint led his people out from them. Perhaps because the parameters were corrected for the subsequent launches, they were in better shape than Wildman.

Wildman shouted to Sword Saint and the others,

"You guys occupy the engine room; Brother Ni, Potato, and I will attack the command center, see if we can hack into the control system."

"Understood."

Sword Saint immediately signaled Arnold to retrieve the aluminum thermal explosives from the drop pod, preparing to blow open a gap on the spot and jump down. Only an idiot would attack head-on.

With that said, Wildman led Brother Ni and the others through the front gate.

Men should do what men have to do.

Besides their two small teams, there was another Mechanic team led by Tutu at the rear. If they could successfully hack into the control system and gain control, they would pilot this frigate to escape; otherwise, they would cover the rear and buy time.

In just these ten minutes, the European Air Force finally broke through multiple layers of blockade and electronic interference, successfully locating the transport fleet’s exact position and reported back to Morrison.

Morrison, who was initially anxious due to the enemy’s inexplicable and forced boarding on the Pola, finally smiled as he viewed the latitude and longitude data received,

"This game is over."

The absolute military confidence of the European Community comes from space-based weapons. Although Horizon Corporation’s cyber technology might be extremely powerful, preventing satellites from locking onto their personal location signals,

as long as there’s guidance, the effect is the same.

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