Infinite Terror: Infinite Reversal

Chapter 571 Attack
The following day, the Allied teams prepared to return home. After all, this was United States territory, and it was neither reasonable nor ethical for them to linger after completing the competition.

Zheng Zha leaned against a shipping container and smiled at Mu Xiang: "Why is this so complicated? Where did you get me all this work? Is this still the 26th century?"

Mu Xiang shrugged but said nothing. Zheng Zha only made a casual complaint; they both knew the reason behind it. This flight was prepared according to the Allied wartime standards, which made it less convenient than regular flights. To an outsider like Zheng Zha, the so-called wartime standards simply meant merging the mechanical dragon's passenger plane with the large transport mechs.

"It's okay, just think of it this way. You don't have to get to the bottom of everything," Mu Xiang said.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Zha nodded in deep agreement: "You're right to advise me, but you also need to be mindful of this... I'm just afraid you'll overthink things and exhaust yourself."

Mu Xiang was stunned for a moment before pushing up his glasses and saying, "Seriously... I gave you a way out, and you just slapped it on the head?"

Luo Gandao chuckled to himself. Although he had always been quite outgoing, only he knew that this was more like a protective shield for the Zhongzhou team... However, after so much training and combat, listening to Mu Xiang and Zheng Zha's banter, he seemed to feel a little more relaxed as he forced a smile.

"What's wrong? Feeling more at ease being with your own landline?" Zheng Zha turned to look at Luo Gan and chuckled.

Ahead of them was a huge military transport plane, with several of their mechs inside. When they first arrived, apart from Alexander's two mechs, the rest of the mechs were somewhat of an oddity, but now that Mu Xiang, Zheng Zha, and Luo Gandao had made a name for themselves, according to the Allied rules, their first victorious mech was automatically designated as their first official mech.

Of course, if the battle damage is too severe, in principle, the newly debuted Mechanical Dragon can choose a mech within a designated range.

Looking at the Vowalski 40, which had just won a battle and was now painted with his favorite words, Luo Gandao couldn't help but chuckle along with Zheng Zha. Putting aside the games they had played before, this was truly their first mecha... a mecha that truly belonged to them.

According to Zheng Zha and the others, if one really wanted to, they could put the mecha into a demiplane and take it with them when leaving this world. Although those veterans said that Luo Gandao probably wouldn't need the mecha again after taking it away, Luo Gandao didn't believe it.

These veterans may have experience in the God Space, but how could they understand the romance of mechs!

Luo Gandao absolutely refused to believe it!

Even if the mechs in the God Realm are incredibly desirable, he won't let this one gather dust!

Mu Xiang was chatting quietly with Zhao Yingkong. Although this girl did not fight in the Australian gladiatorial games, she actually took on a more troublesome task... As the most technically skilled person in this team, Zhao Yingkong spent almost all her spare time assisting Liu Xi with her work.

At this moment, Zhao Yingkong's brow furrowed slightly with fatigue. This fatigue would be almost negligible to others, but it actually spoke volumes... As a well-trained assassin, Zhao Yingkong's fatigue at any stage was far less noticeable than others. But what Zhao Yingkong was showing now was an unprecedented level of fatigue, something unseen outside of intense battles.

"You can rest easy for now. We'll handle the enemy attacks," Mu Xiang said. Zhao Yingkong glanced at him but didn't say anything, though her meaning was clear.

Mu Xiang sighed: "Don't push yourself. You've already completed the most crucial task. Even if you include air combat and other tasks, this isn't how you allocate tasks."

As he spoke, Mu Xiang clenched his fist: "I just punched them all to death. That only shows they weren't tough enough, not that I didn't give you a chance, right?"

"Even your jokes sound like this now," Zhao Yingkong said, turning her head away in annoyance.

"Say what you mean to whom." Mu Xiang shrugged, then shouted to Alexander in the distance, "Stop messing around with the cockpit. The flight is only a short while, is it really necessary?"

Alexander pointed helplessly to the workers in other directions, meaning that they hadn't finished the assembly work yet, and he was just sitting around doing nothing anyway.

"Why are you rushing me? If you're impatient, just fly back yourself," Zheng Zha whispered, trying to provoke him.

Mu Xiang cursed, "Get lost. Weren't you the most anxious just now?" He wanted to say something more, but when he saw Luo Gandao, he simply stopped talking.

Amidst the platoon's casual conversation, the Allied personnel finally completed the flight preparations. The guards patrolling the tarmac prepared to withdraw; elite troops would board the main aircraft for protection, while the rest would cover the rear of the flight formation.

Logically, flight preparations in this era should have been completed quickly... but at this time, the referee committee was out of contact, and without their designated itinerary, the United States no longer had an obligation to help the Allied group.

What's even more ridiculous is that the Allied guards were actually protecting the United States staff at the Sydney Opera Colosseum... Alexander specifically instructed them that the United States spies had been captured and to be wary of them trying to kidnap people.

Seeing that nothing had happened, Alexander felt relieved rationally, but a pang of regret lingered in his heart… He had hoped to have a big fuss before leaving. Alexei had scolded him countless times for his mischievous nature, but he remained incorrigible. However, Mu Xiang and the others didn't tell him that his wish would soon be fulfilled in an even more thrilling way…

The Allied flight formation departed Australia and headed towards the Central Federal District. The main engine of the formation was that enormous military transport plane, but to ensure the mechanical dragons could be deployed as quickly as possible, it was equipped with a rather comfortable cockpit. Under Alexander's arrangement, the cockpit looked unassuming, but it was surprisingly comfortable.

Luo Gandao and Alexander chatted idly, while Alexei sat at the far end with his eyes closed, seemingly resting. None of the three knew what would happen next, while Mu Xiang and Zheng Zha occasionally exchanged glances and information.

Zheng Zha's senses were beyond the aircraft's radar system; he had already detected several malicious attacks. Seeing his fingers tapping incessantly on the armrest, Mu Xiang shushed him and pressed his hand down.

(End of this chapter)