Chapter 993: Do You Want to Kill Me? /Angel’s Message

Under the North City command building, Meade stood on the temporary high platform, looking up at the rows of mechas and fighter planes spouting flames in the rain outside the window.

He lowered his head and looked at the projections of the officers in front of him, "I just want to ask, do you believe Mayor Lin En?"

"believe!"

All the officers replied almost without hesitation.

Half an hour ago, they might have hesitated, but after seeing the shitty Copes mercenary group, they no longer had any hesitation.

If there really are legendary heroes in this world, then they believe that Mayor Linn will definitely have a place among them.

"good!"

Meade yelled and raised the gun in his hand, "Then let your little brats pick up the guns and let the bastards opposite us see who are the real elites in the North City! Who are they?" You should eat the best food and use the best weapons! What the hell!!”

"What the hell!"

A group of officers also raised their guns at the same time and shouted.

The roaring missiles passed through the rain curtain, rushed towards the soldiers in front of the high wall, and were intercepted by the anti-air missiles pouring out of the launch port of the high wall, exploding into flames all over the sky.

Pure white mechas rushed out of the flames and collided with the mechas flying out from below.

The fixed automatic cannons sitting on the ground spit out raging flames, blowing up the armored vehicles that rushed towards them, and then were blown into pieces by bombs dropped by fighter planes falling from the sky.

The surging flames covered almost every corner of the surrounding area, and the war entered a white-hot stage from the beginning.

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"General, our team is blocked and cannot rush to the command center. The resistance on the other side is very fierce."

In the floating fighter plane, the correspondent on the side raised his head and looked at Scott beside him.

"Why do these rabble-rousers suddenly have such strong fighting power? Don't they need anyone to defend the city gate?"

Scott took a deep breath and asked quickly, "Has the siege information been detected?"

"No."

The correspondent shook his head.

"What the hell are those bastards in Copes thinking,"

Scott directly reached out and pulled the correspondent out and sat on the console. "I'll give you a team of dragoons. You go to the front line and watch for me. Anyone who dares to retreat will be killed."

"yes!"

The correspondent responded, picked up a flight backpack next to the door of the floating fighter, hung it on his body, opened the door and jumped out.

Scott raised his head and looked ahead at the flames that burned the rain curtain into mist.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The siege side has far more mechas and fighters than the defenders, and they constantly rely on air superiority to take out the defenders' heavy ground firepower.

Although the soldiers defending the city resisted fiercely, relying on their equipment and firepower advantages, as well as the dragoon squads holding down the formation from behind, the attacking soldiers still pushed the front line bit by bit to the Nancheng command center.

Watching all this silently, the corners of Scott's mouth slowly raised, "Trash is still trash."

"General Scott, a mecha team has been spotted on the west side, and they are coming for you!"

At this moment, the long-haired officer's voice suddenly sounded from the console.

Scott turned to look and saw that on the west side of the entire army, a team of five mechas was rushing towards his direction at high speed.

Among them, the Seraph mecha at the front was so powerful that it held its broadsword high and almost eliminated a mecha in one encounter. The mechas and aviation units that tried to intercept him were shot through by him before they could even react.

Under the cover of his teammates, in a very short period of time, this mecha went straight in, and along with the destroyed mechas and fighter planes, it rushed not far from the floating fighter plane.

The surging flames bloomed in the rain curtain behind him, like fireworks celebrating the gods.

But the mecha didn't stop. He raised his pure white sword and rushed towards the floating fighter without hesitation.

"Since when did Beicheng have such a good mecha pilot? Want to play decapitation?"

Scott calmly stared at the mecha rushing toward him, and pressed the communication button next to him, "Destroy him!"

Some kind of invisible fluctuations spread from all around. In an instant, the mechas that were originally around the floating fighter jet rushed towards the oncoming Seraph mecha without fear of death.

The Seraph mecha was caught off guard by the sudden violence and was briefly hindered.

Immediately afterwards, a Taiwanese fighter jet emerged from behind the floating fighter jet.

The dense brilliance of plasma cannons rushed towards the blocked Seraph mecha and those mechas that blocked the Seraph mecha like a gathering light curtain.

This dazzling brilliance pierced everything, and the surging flames exploded in the sky. Countless raindrops were evaporated into clouds under the flames, and a misty rainbow was outlined in the night sky.

The surging firelight illuminated Scott's side face, and he calmly and coldly stared at the flames that devoured the sky.

"General, high-energy guided missiles have been discovered!!! They are coming down from the sky!!!"

At this time, the correspondent's figure suddenly cut into the channel.

"What?!"

Scott raised his head and looked overhead.

Black missiles with flames were falling from the sky, passing through the hazy rain curtain, carrying sudden sonic booms, like swords descended by gods, stabbing vertically at the floating fighter planes below.

The trajectory that these missiles had just passed obviously exceeded the highest height that could be reached inside the fortress city.

Theoretically, flying objects exceeding this height will be shot down by the high-wall automatic defense system, so there will be no objects exceeding this height in the city, so the Scott Army's monitoring system does not specifically detect this height. s things.

But now, the high wall's automatic defense system is in the hands of the missile launcher.

The opponent took advantage of everyone's inherent cognitive bias to make everyone ignore this flying object that exceeded the extreme height, and at the same time let the mecha team attract attention and create opportunities for these missiles.

"Intercept them!"

Scott yelled without hesitation.

At this moment, the fighters around him all raised their heads. The shells they prepared had just been fired at once, and it would take time to recharge.

Most of the surrounding mechas were also destroyed in the battle with the Seraph mecha just now.

In the short time it took for everyone to react, the missiles in the sky had already shortened their distance by half.

"go!"

Scott raised his hand silently and looked outside.

Invisible ripples spread again.

The mechas closest to him rushed into the sky without hesitation and faced the missiles in the sky.

The surrounding fighters also raised their heads and used their bodies to block the incoming missiles.

Roaring artillery fire exploded in an instant, and one mecha was swallowed up by the flames of the missile explosion, followed by the second and third.

Then there are the fastest flying fighters, one after another.

Until the third fighter plane was destroyed by a missile, the sudden flames had filled the sky and all of Scott's sight.

No raindrops fell from the sky above the floating fighter plane. All the rainwater was evaporated into hazy mist in the surging sea of ​​fire that blocked the sky and the sun.

At this moment, a pitch-black missile rushed out like a sharp sword, cutting through the sea of ​​​​fire, and rushed towards the floating fighter jet where Scott was once again.

This was the seventh missile and the last one to fall.

Scott stared at the missile with cold eyes. At this moment, the fighter plane below had completed charging, raised its muzzle, and aimed at the missile. At the same time, a fighter plane also directly pulled up to meet the missile. missiles in the sky.

The bright plasma cannon's light rushed directly towards the dark missiles in the sky.

Scott stared at the missile's warhead, and vaguely, he seemed to see a golden light cutting the missile's warhead from the inside.

The bright light hit the missile, bursting out into surging flames, connecting with the sea of ​​​​fire in the sky.

The dazzling brilliance of the sea of ​​​​fire, the huge fighter plane looking up, and the surging sea of ​​​​fire that covered the sky, outlined the entire night.

Time seemed to have come to a brief standstill at this moment, and everything became silent.

Then, a golden ray of light cut through the surging sea of ​​fire, and like a god transformed into golden thunder, it descended from the sky and rushed towards the floating fighter plane below.

The vertically upward fighter plane faced the brilliance of the sky, and the huge muzzle began to surge with leaping brilliance.

But before the light burst out, the golden light penetrated the steel body of the fighter plane.

Immediately afterwards, the bright light flashed, cutting the entire fighter plane open from the abdomen, and in an instant it reached directly above the floating fighter plane.

Scott raised his head, staring at the golden light, and at the old man holding a golden sword and wearing a silver-gray suit, descending from the sky.

It was as if the old lion, burned by the flames, tore apart the flames and rushed towards him.

The roar of violent fighter jet explosions exploded behind the old man, and the burning flame flowers were draped over the old man's shoulders like a flaming cloak.

At this time, the old man also looked down. Their eyes met briefly in the night. The next second, the floating fighter plane hovering in the air was cut open by a golden sword.

Then along with the flames of the explosion, two streams of light smashed out from the flames and hit an abandoned low-rise building below. They smashed through the entire low-rise building and fell to the ground, smashing the ground that had been in disrepair for a long time. There were cracks that shattered like spider webs.

"Lynn."

Scott staggered to his feet. He patted his military uniform, raised his hand, and stretched it into the air. The twisted and deep power emerged from the depths of the night and gathered in his hand, forming a two-headed tip. A jade spear that resembles a javelin.

He raised his head and looked at the gray-haired old man standing not far away holding a golden sword.

There was a sudden roar of artillery fire in the distance, and it seemed that the besieged Beicheng soldiers had begun a counterattack.

"I have a question,"

Scott held the spear in his hand, raised his head, and looked at He Ao with a smile, "Have you been doubting me?"

"There are only a few people in this city who are capable of building missile bases. If there are none in South City, then they will naturally be in North City."

He Ao looked at him calmly, "Let Copes Mining arrange a mercenary group to assassinate the mayor, and then force the city defense troops in Nancheng to rebel and clean up the White Jasmine Palace.

"In the end, the North City City Defense Army will be defeated and the rebellious Nancheng City Defense Army will be defeated. Then you can naturally take over a 'clean' White Jasmine Palace. Is this your original plan?"

Covey's position is not so pro-consortium. Even if he is supported, the consortium will not get the maximum benefit.

Therefore, it is not a good option for the Nancheng City Defense Force to take over the White Jasmine Palace. However, the consortium has been forcing Covey to rebel. It is obvious that there are other back-ups.

It would make sense if 'Covey' was just a 'stepping stone' prepared by the consortium for someone.

In the entire Yilan City, there is only one person who has enough force to use Covey as a stepping stone, North City Commander and City Defense Minister Scott.

Therefore, Scott must always show his loyalty to the city government openly. Only in this way can his final "counterinsurgency" be reasonable.

And his position as Minister of Urban Defense in the cabinet also makes him qualified for legal succession.

Strictly speaking, this was a perfect plan, both in terms of rules and logic. Lynn died, Covey took the blame, and the benefits and reputation belonged to Scott.

According to their original plan, after Linn was assassinated, Scott would probably build a monument or something to Linn to show that he inherited his power from Linn, and then pretend to shed a few tears.

Of course, these are just He Ao's guesses. He cannot use this to determine that there must be something wrong with Scott, but only leaves the seeds of doubt.

The information about the 'two mercenary groups' brought by the wilderness wanderers made He Ao's 'doubt' completely overwhelm his 'trust'.

If Scott is a fool, then it is very reasonable that he did not discover the two mercenary groups, but it is obvious that Scott is not stupid.

Moreover, in Lynn's memory, Scott was very good at arranging spies to collect intelligence in the wilderness. It was impossible for him not to know the information that all wanderers in the wilderness knew. He even knew clearly about the mercenary group of the Ivis space system. Approaching Nancheng.

If he knew it but didn't tell it, deliberately concealing it, then his 'loyalty' would be questionable.

In fact, up to that point Ho had no clear evidence that something was wrong with Scott.

He finally determined that Scott wanted to rebel when the little girl buying clothes told him that the mecha was heading east.

But this does not affect whether He Ao has evidence or not, he can go directly to Beicheng.

If Scott is loyal, he can defend the city with Scott, and if Scott has problems, he can quickly seize power.

Of course, although he had made preparations for the worst-case scenario, when things really came to a stage where there were enemies both inside and outside and soldiers were pressing down on the situation, He Ao was still a little nervous.

But he couldn't show it. Once he showed panic, the whole North City would probably implode.

But luckily, he won the bet.

"Lynn, sometimes I think you're a little too smart,"

Scott turned his head, listened to the artillery fire and shouts not far away, and looked at the towering wall, "You can still mobilize troops. It seems that there is indeed a problem with the Copes mercenary group outside. These The guys in the consortium are really pig teammates.”

He Ao didn't speak, just stared at him calmly.

Scott lowered his head and stared at the golden sword in He Ao's hand, "There is a familiar aura on your sword. It seems that Wells is indeed dead? Nancheng can resist for so long. It seems that the Prisoner Gang's plan has already been planned. Failed."

He was silent for a moment and sighed, "I should have just asked Beicheng's army to come in and leave you completely at the assassination place."

He propped up his body with the spear in his hand and said in a somewhat sad tone, "In order to seek the most perfect ending, in the end I had to take the worst route."

"But you don't seem to regret it very much. I also have a question for you,"

He Ao took out a crystal pocket watch from his arms and stared at the man in front of him calmly. "Did the high-ranking being in the abyss tell you the news about Speaker Levi's departure?"

Levi is the angel honorary speaker stationed in Yilan City.

Hearing this question, Scott's expression changed slightly. He looked at He Ao and smiled, "You know more than I thought,"

Then he raised the spear in his hand, "It seems that old Levi has been in this city for hundreds of years, and it's not like he didn't leave anything behind. But unfortunately, you have no chance to know the answer. My dear Mr. Mayor,"

He took a breath, looked at He Ao, and smiled slowly,

"You are still as indecisive as before. In order to prove that you are not indecisive, you do some stupid things recklessly, but this is still indecisive, Mr. Mayor.

"The thing you should regret most is that you dared to come to see me after being so seriously injured. When I become mayor, I will find a good cemetery with beautiful scenery for you."

"You want to kill me?"

He Ao looked at Scott in front of him with a smile, opened the pocket watch in his hand, glanced at the countdown that started flowing inside, and returned his eyes to Scott, "Come on."