Star Wars: Escape from the Jedi Temple Begins

"Chief, we may be stuck here forever today."

Brand hid behind cover, retaliating against the approaching Imperial soldiers while joking with Klein.

It's as if the life-or-death crisis we're facing right now is nothing more than a game of make-believe.

But only he knew in his heart that this was just a way to relieve tension and fear.

"This is good too. I'm already very content to die in my hometown."

A scene flashed through Klein's mind.

She was born in the lower-class city and struggled to survive among gangsters and thugs from a young age.

Like many others, she had lost her way in life and drifted aimlessly with a group of bad friends.

Her fate took a turn when she and her gang were arrested for theft and taken to the police station.

"Kress, this isn't the real you. I can see something precious in you, hidden very deep, but I'm 100% certain it exists."

I don't know what the police chief saw in her, but he not only often helped her out, but even gave her the opportunity to be a trainee police officer.

Boom!

Kress's thoughts were interrupted, and somewhat annoyed, she poked her gun out from behind the wall and pulled the trigger.

The energy beam accurately knocked down several Imperial soldiers.

The next moment, a dense barrage of fire shot toward her position.

Klay quickly shrank back, completely suppressed and with no chance to fight back.

"Brand, I don't care, but you have a son. You can't just die here. I'll cover your retreat. You find a way to get Riley out of Janix."

"Director, you are such a kind person. I am honored to have worked with you."

Brand was also suppressed by the firepower and dared not show his face. He could feel that the enemy had surrounded them and was slowly approaching.

Going to the heavens and diving into the earth, there was no room for luck.

"Chief and Sergeant, it is an honor to work with you both." The sound of boots rang out amidst the intense gunfire.

Brand looked at Double Boots, his eyes filled with gratitude and apology: "Double Boots, you shouldn't have saved us, otherwise you wouldn't be in the same situation as us now."

"Sheriff, this is my choice. Besides... we're the best partners, aren't we?"

"That's right, we are partners forever."

Brand paused slightly, a smile gradually forming on his lips: "Even if we die, we can't let those imperial scum look down on us."

The three men's eyes met, and they all saw a look of unwavering resolve in each other's eyes.

"Let's fight them!"

With a death wish, they rose from their bunkers to prepare to fight back.

Just then, a burst of gunfire came from the left, and a large number of Imperial soldiers fell to the ground.

"This way, hurry up!" Qing Zhangwang's loud voice rang out.

Brand and his two companions were completely bewildered.

"Reinforcements?"

They had dedicated themselves to protecting the peace of Janix City, offending countless gangsters who would only celebrate their deaths with champagne.

Why would they offer to help?

And who has the courage to offend the empire?

Brand stared wide-eyed at a bounty hunter wielding dual pistols and wearing armor resembling that of Mandalorian.

The two blaster pistols in that man's hands almost turned into afterimages, and the electronic halos, like countless blue bubbles, engulfed the approaching Imperial soldiers.

Every shot hit a soldier precisely; not a single bullet missed its mark.

He was just one person, yet he unleashed the firepower of a full squadron.

"Who is this person? I've never heard of him before?"

Brand's pupils trembled.

This was the first time he had ever met such a formidable person.

Klay and Double Boots were also stunned and stood there in place.

"Don't just stand there, we'll cover your retreat," the Clear Barrier King's voice rang out again.

The three of them snapped out of their daze and rushed out of their cover.

"We can talk about any questions after we leave here." The hunter silenced their curiosity and led them away quickly.

Including Brand and his two companions, there were a total of six people involved in the battle.

If Lance hadn't taken the lead and used his superb marksmanship to break through the encirclement, there would have been no way they could have escaped.

"Hurry, my gun is about to give out."

The two handguns were on the verge of being scrapped due to over-powered operation.

The group fought and retreated, quickly disappearing into the night.

......

"Sir, the target has disappeared," a clone captain reported to the commander.

"Expand the search area and continue. Once you find them, do not attack without authorization; be sure to notify the other teams first. This group is not simple; they are much more formidable than those Jedi."

"Yes, sir."

The commander ended the communication, feeling a sudden headache, unsure how to report to the lieutenant later.

The opposing side consisted of only a handful of people, each of whom was a seasoned veteran.

They rescued Brand and his group, but only used their stun mode to knock out the clone-killing soldiers.

"Which one of you is lying on the ground?"

The commander shook his head, putting the question out of his mind.

A qualified soldier only needs to follow orders; leave this problem to Lieutenant Blake.

He took a deep breath, pressed the communicator on his helmet, and reported the situation truthfully.

In the police chief's office, Blake remained expressionless, but his hands, clasped behind his back, clenched tightly.

"So, all you can tell me is that the target has disappeared? There were only six of them, and they managed to disappear in this city we've sealed off? Commander, you only have three hours. Find them. Don't make me question the professionalism and reliability of you clones."

"Yes, Lieutenant."

Communication ended.

The commander, seething with anger, muttered to himself, "These people are so arrogant. If only the Jedi hadn't betrayed the Republic. Anakin Skywalker, Master Obi-Wan... they really did treat us clones like human beings."

Blake looked out at the heavy rain and thought to himself, "The clones are getting worse and worse. These clowns can only be dealt with by the Imperial Inquisitors themselves."

He calculated the time, estimating that the people sent by the empire should be arriving soon.

......

Inside the dimly lit secret base, Moore and the others watched the battle scene on the holographic projection, each with a different expression.

Moore's face was filled with excitement, his scarlet eyes brimming with greed, as if he were admiring a delicious prey and wishing he could possess it immediately.

"How astonishing, my good apprentice. The real enemy is coming soon, let me see what else you have up your sleeve."

Luke Castle and several Mandalorians stared at the figure in silence for a long time.

The opponent is several times stronger than the extraordinary Vizra.

With that kind of terrifying marksmanship and combat prowess, Super Vizra probably wouldn't last more than a few rounds against him.

"I wonder who is stronger, the current leader or the current one?"

The tradition of the Death Guard is that whoever is the strongest becomes the boss.

Icarus and Skorn are twin warriors of the Night Elf brothers in Dathormir, and Moor's personal bodyguards, skilled in close-quarters, ferocious melee combat.

After watching the entire battle, I secretly rejoiced that they were not the enemy.

Their abnormal marksmanship completely counters these kinds of warriors.

"Rook, you all saw that, didn't you? Do you still have any doubts about my decision?" Moore's hoarse, deep voice echoed in everyone's ears, his tone tinged with pride and smugness.

"Chief, your decision is absolutely brilliant. If we can get that person to join our ranks, we will be unstoppable."