Chapter 420 The General Takes This Trail

The meeting between Van Fleet and Merion ended in a bad mood. For both of them, this was actually the expected result.

During this period of time, Van Fleet had been working in the rear, and after various investigations, he knew that his teacher had long been corrupted by the military-industrial complex and was no longer the professional soldier he knew before.

Merion also knew that Van Fleet's character had not changed from beginning to end. Although he had various problems, he would definitely track down the tricks of the military-industrial complex after discovering them.

So this last meeting was basically equivalent to the two trying to make the other party "pull back from the brink", but they failed in the end.

Van Fleet, who walked out of the Army Headquarters building again, felt completely different from when he just received the transfer order.

If he was thinking about getting rid of this seemingly useless position and continuing to fight on the front line, now he just wanted to fight these military-industrial complexes to the end.

Outside the building of the Army Headquarters is an empty square. On weekdays, a small area of ​​the square is open for schools to conduct patriotic education for students.

It used to be crowded here, but now it is silent. Except for the sentinels and multi-legged chariots on guard, no one else can be seen. There are few vehicles passing by on the wide main road outside the square.

In the distance, the dark clouds are like a rolling sea of ​​ink, gradually swallowing up the last ray of sunset, foreshadowing an unprecedented storm is coming. And all this is just like the dilemma Van Fleet is facing at the moment, with dangers everywhere and an uncertain future.

Van Fleet took a deep breath, and the air was filled with the smell of the coming storm. His eyes, which had witnessed countless battlefields, were now staring into the distance, and his heart was filled with complex emotions.

Because the enemy he is facing now is completely different from the enemies he has faced on the battlefield in the past. It is illusory, but it has infiltrated every corner of the Federation, corrupted his respected teacher, and even influenced the direction of the country's progress behind the scenes.

Van Fleet wanted to fight him, but found that he didn't even know where to start, and his opponent had already set his sights on him and wanted to kill him first.

Facing this coming storm, Van Fleet knew that relying on his own strength was far from enough. He needed to gather all the forces he could trust, perhaps to get a glimmer of hope.

But how many secrets are hidden under this turbulent water? How many people are willing to stand up and fight side by side with him?

Guterres may be one of them. This guy has been active recently, and because of the "independence" of the Federal Navy under the leadership of Marshal Trafalgar, coupled with the Marshal's own protection of him, the current situation of this vice admiral may be slightly better than his.

But the problem is that even if he is included, they are just two lieutenant generals who have been "hidden" and have no real power after losing the battle on the front line. They are not even worthy of the huge military-industrial complex.

Van Fleet, with a confused mind, walked down the stairs in front of the headquarters building, and then got on the explosion-proof armored vehicle waiting for him. After realizing that what he was doing was more dangerous, he applied to replace the ordinary bulletproof executive sedan with a military explosion-proof armored vehicle.

Of course, this is mainly for psychological comfort. If the other party really wants to attack him, it doesn't matter what car he changes.

The fully armed adjutant in the co-pilot saw him get in the car and looked back at him.

"General, where are we going?"

"The old place." Van Fleet said absent-mindedly.

"Yes, General."

The vehicle started quickly and drove forward. The explosion-proof armored vehicle naturally had nothing to do with comfort, but Van Fleet, who had long been accustomed to the bumps on the front line, could concentrate on thinking more in such an environment.

In the crew cabin where he was, there were five other fully armed guards besides him, but they did not make any sound at the moment, just quietly on guard.

When the armored vehicle left the range of the Army Headquarters, three other armored vehicles with guards on board that were temporarily parked on the street also followed to form a convoy.

Generally speaking, although senior military officials have the authority to deploy guards, no one in the federal capital will actually do so. After all, this is the most core area of ​​the federation in any case, and it is unlikely that an attack on senior military officials will occur.

But for Van Fleet, it is not necessarily the case, so he also let the guards follow him around all day long in the puzzled eyes of his colleagues. If it were not for the extremely strict control of large combat vehicles in the federal capital, Van Fleet would even want to call two HCPs

The convoy quickly drove along the familiar route towards the "old place" in Van Fleet's words, that is, Guterres' bar. He had already made an appointment with the vice admiral to meet tonight to discuss something.

Van Fleet was quietly thinking about some issues. The convoy also left the core area of ​​the capital and came to the middle of the 3rd and 4th rings. At this time, the adjutant's somewhat nervous voice suddenly sounded.

"General, there is a 'tail' behind the convoy. We may have guests."

Van Fleet looked up and heard the adjutant continue:

"Damn it, this drone operator is a veteran. He followed us all the way with the cover of the building. He was just discovered. General, I suspect some people may not be able to hold back."

"Tsk, I didn't expect them to be so anxious." Van Fleet frowned. He did intend to submit evidence to the Federal Supreme Court, but he hadn't done it yet. But now it seems that the other party wants to strike first.

"This is the capital. How dare they?"

The adjutant couldn't believe that the military-industrial complex would be so bold, but Van Fleet shook his head and said:

"They have been patient enough to endure until now. Don't panic. Take the backup route and see if you can meet up with Lieutenant General Guterres. The security forces hidden in his bar can still keep us going for a while."

While Van Fleet was talking, he contacted Guterres through the encrypted line of his personal terminal. As a result, the words "no signal" popped up on the terminal as expected.

"Huh, it's really not surprising that they chose to start today."

Van Fleet sneered, and then with the help of the guards around him, he skillfully put on a combat exoskeleton in the small space in the crew cabin and completed the mounting of additional armor plates.

"Everyone, prepare for battle!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a harsh buzzer sounded in the armored vehicle in the next second. This was a warning that the fire control unit had locked on.

The driver suddenly turned the steering wheel when he found something was wrong. The armored vehicle immediately rushed to the auxiliary road and quickly moved towards another route.

The leading vehicle at the front of the convoy was hit by an incoming anti-vehicle missile at the moment when it was about to slow down and turn around. It quickly turned into a ball of fire in the roar of the explosion.

Van Fleet held the handrail more tightly, and at the same time he was afraid. If the driver's reaction was a little slower, giving the other party enough attack window, then the car he was riding would be turned into a ball of fire.

And then, two black modified trucks suddenly appeared on the backup route, telling Van Fleet that the other party was well prepared this time.

Two trucks blocked the road, and a large number of armed personnel quickly jumped out of the rear cabin. Several of them were carrying chain guns or anti-vehicle missile launchers on board, and they had obviously studied Van Fleet's security force.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The remaining explosion-proof armored vehicles on Van Fleet's side quickly fired a large number of smoke bombs, pulling out an anti-infrared smoke wall, and the armored vehicles also left the main road to avoid the chain gun shells that were swept through the smoke.

Although the opponent's sight was temporarily blocked, Van Fleet knew that as long as the opponent was bolder and rushed up directly with the advantage of numbers, he would be finished.

And his adjutant obviously realized this situation, and immediately asked the driver to drive towards an alley on the street, and at the same time gave orders to other guards.

When the armored vehicle drove into the alley, another armored vehicle immediately crashed in and completely blocked the alley.

The remaining guards did not hesitate to set up a temporary defense line near the alley to delay time for Van Fleet and his men.

These soldiers, who had not yet been corrupted by the bad atmosphere in the army, did not hesitate after receiving the order, even if staying here to cover their retreat was equivalent to suicide for them.

"General, it has been so long, and the capital's core circle security forces have not responded. This is very telling."

The adjutant's voice became calmer at this moment. While guiding the driver to drive towards an unknown route, he checked the weapon in his hand and continued:

"There is a camouflaged passage nearby for the federal high-level to transfer in an emergency. You can use it directly with your identity authority. We will find a way to divert the pursuers. You will leave directly in a while using the vehicle in the camouflaged passage. The end of the passage is outside the sixth ring. There is an emergency response team there to meet you."

Van Fleet listened to the adjutant's words, opened his mouth to say something, and finally turned into a voice: "Take care."

The armored vehicle soon arrived at the entrance of the camouflaged passage. This is an inconspicuous building, which looks no different from the surrounding buildings.

Van Fleet didn't hesitate at this time. After getting off the car, he took a last look at the adjutant and others, and then walked into the building.

The moment he stepped into the room, a certain biometric device was immediately activated and completed the identity verification. The interior of the building, which was originally no different from an ordinary room, suddenly opened a passage leading to the underground.

When Van Fleet walked down and moved deeper under the carrier of some mechanical device, the entrance was closed again, tightly fitting without any flaws.

At the same time, the armored vehicle that had just driven forward a short distance outside the building stopped again. The adjutant holding the electromagnetic rifle jumped out of the car, shot a few more shots at the driver who was already dead in the driver's seat, and threw a plasma grenade into the locked passenger compartment.

He walked quickly to a distance away from the vehicle, and waved to the vehicles chasing behind in the light of the explosion.

Soon, several armed men who were fully armed but without any identification came in front of him.

"Where are the people?"

"They have already entered the passage. Have you arranged the exit?"

"Of course, we have arranged a big gift for His Excellency the Lieutenant General."

The two people in the conversation did not notice that a traffic camera that was supposed to be dormant under the arrangement of the attacker was now quietly staring at this side.

It was like a pair of eyes hidden under the material world, taking in everything.