Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high!-Chapter 883 - 625 Rogue Soldiers Attack_2
A certain sour emotion silently fermented within the heart.
But this complex feeling was instantly dispersed by the noise coming from outside—
"They're inside here!"
"Charge! Capture the rebel leader Catherine alive, and return peace to Freeport!"
"As long as we catch Catherine, the Peak Alliance's higher-ups surely won't harm innocent civilians!"
"Shameless thief Catherine! If you know your crimes have implicated our entire city, why don't you step forward obediently!"
"We in Freeport do not shelter scum like you!"
"I've heard that even some high-ranking leaders of Freeport secretly colluded with this rebel leader; once this is over, they'll face retribution as well!"
"I've always despised those fat-headed officials!"
Amidst the chaotic voices, there were undoubtedly spies from the Peak Alliance, as well as deceived ordinary citizens who had joined in.
The Peak Alliance, being a collective interest group formed by all nation-states of this Stellar District, naturally wielded absolute deterrence over smaller, scattered local forces in the region.
The mere mention of their name was a form of intimidation.
Even the shrewd individuals, knowing full well how this would end, when faced with the Psychic Energy Canopy erected by the Peak Alliance on one side and an unknown individual's solitary strength on the other, might find their internal scales tipping toward the Alliance, chasing after that sliver of possible hope.
But sadly...
If one must fight, why not hold steadfast to one's principles?
Am I... really just that easy to bully?
Catherine flashed her teeth in a cold smile, her face showing a chilling yet slightly frenzied killing intent.
To survive in this cold, survival-of-the-fittest universe, there could be no trace of mercy.
If these people had chosen the wrong path, then a price must be paid.
Catherine drew her single-edged longsword, stepping toward the warehouse door under increasing attack with a feigned calm that hid her urgent movements.
"You all keep going! I'll back her up!" The Star Alliance's spy refused to let Catherine fight alone.
Even though planetary-level fighters possessed high resistance from every angle, the opposition was still overwhelmingly numerous. Should someone in the crowd unleash taboo-level weapons or concealed strong attacks against her, even with the mecha repaired, losing Catherine—this legendary mech pilot—would leave them utterly powerless.
Besides... with this new Bai technician taking charge, someone like him, merely holding a professional repair certification, didn't seem very useful anymore.
Better he contribute more in the areas where his strengths lay to help break the siege.
"Prepare both of our mechas! Once we return, it will be time to shatter the canopy!" The spy felt the blood within his chest surge with fiery passion.
With that said, the spy pressed his legs hard against the floor, launching himself like a missile to blast through the steel ceiling above everyone's heads, slamming fiercely into the chaos outside.
"Boom!"
The earth shook violently.
"Ratatatatata!"
"Boom! Boom!"
A cacophony of gunfire and exploding grenades instantly fused into chaos.
Witnessing the mechanics briefly dazed and fearful from the commotion outside, Bai E snapped coldly, "They're using their lives to buy us time! What are you all waiting for?! Do you really think the Peak Alliance would let any witnesses walk free after this?"
Startled awake, the mechanics shouted in unison, "Yes!"
...
"They sure have a lot of people!" The spy who had just hurled himself out performed a stylish landing, only to glance up and see countless silhouettes surrounding the warehouse from every direction.
With Freeport hosting a population peak numbering in the tens of millions, even one percent of its people mobilizing meant an endless flood of figures.
This lone battle easily made one question whether they were truly on the wrong side.
"Fuck! Did they send everyone?!"
And in the midst of his shaken consciousness, his gaze swept over a certain object slowly adjusting its aim toward him. The spy was struck by sheer terror.
"What the hell!"
"Whoosh~"
A streamlined object traced a swift and elegant arc in mid-air, trailing a fierce whistle as it zeroed in on the spy's back.
"Shit! It's a tracking missile!"
The spy clenched his teeth and, with his near-sonic-speed movements, locked onto a target and executed a sharp turn. The tracking missile behind him could not maneuver such an extreme angle and crashed forcefully into a heavy container.
A plume of smoke instantly billowed upward, its explosive aftermath shaking even the spy's stance.
Just narrowly evading a tracking missile fired from a fighter jet, he hadn't even had time to catch his breath before noticing countless streams of metal storms aimed directly at him.
Noisy soldiers operating heavy-mounted machine guns on elevated positions around the warehouse collectively opened fire, the dense hail of bullets enough to make one's scalp tingle upon first glance.
"Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh-whoosh-whoosh!"
Bullets tore through steel and stone, shredding scattered goods in their wake as they chased the spy.
Despite his quick movements, the relentlessly dense gunfire struck him more times than he could count.
Each impact of metal rounds landing on his body sent waves of pain radiating through him, yet the spy dared not slow his evasive maneuvers even for a moment.
While planetary-level fighters could withstand certain energy levels or kinetic force attacks, this didn't mean they could stand still and invite an endless barrage of gunfire!
Even the toughest metal would eventually succumb to fatigue—how could a planetary-level martial artist dare to stand exposed and let countless heavy weapons rain down unchallenged?
And though these bullets might fall short of penetrating his defenses, the combined kinetic shock would still have to be absorbed fully by his body.
If pinned down by endless gunfire, those ominously hovering fighter jets surely wouldn't show him any mercy.
Space-grade combat aircraft meant for interstellar warfare had firepower no mere planetary-level fighter could endure.
'All those captured fighter jets, instead of fighting the Peak Alliance, were deployed against us first!'
The spy ducked and weaved through the metallic maelstrom, intentionally closing the gap with the chaotic enemy combatants.
Perhaps tangled up with their own, those reckless heavy-gunners might hesitate slightly in their operations.
Someone like Catherine—already locked in melee with the disorganized soldiers—clearly faced far less oppressive firepower as a result.
However, several powerful individuals radiating intense energy had gathered near Catherine's surroundings.
The hastily assembled chaotic soldiers turned out to be unexpectedly formidable.
"Damn-damn-damn-damn-damn!" Feeling each agonizing bullet hit his body, the spy's tightly clenched fists nearly shattered in fury.
'I should never have taken this mission! I could've been enjoying my vacation instead of bringing this trouble upon myself!'
'Yet, if it hadn't been me, perhaps Miss Catherine would have no one to support her?'
With that thought, a renewed determination flared within the spy's heart.
"How much longer does he need?!" The spy utilized Spiritual Energy to shout across the chaos.
"Ten minutes!" Despite being encircled by countless enemies, Catherine's voice maintained its cold yet composure-laden demeanor.
"It's been about that long since we started, hasn't it?!"
"..." Catherine said nothing in reply.
Within the chaos of bullets and grenades chasing behind him relentlessly, the spy felt time fly by so quickly.
The attackers evidently knew well the close combat prowess of the two, keeping at range as they fired.
Their own allies who approached too closely were equally shot down ruthlessly by the heavy gunners.
In moments like these, lives were expendable, brushed aside without care.
Two solitary figures, encircled by an endless tide of black shadows, seemed as helpless as a lone branch against the impending flood...
