Colonia Storm Tour

I walked around the table and found a middle-aged woman behind it, her lab coat soaked in blood. Her blood had dried, turning her white lab coat bright red.

I knelt beside her, closed her eyes, whispered an apology, and then began searching her pockets.

This is not what I wanted to do, but if she risked her life to protect the data chip, and I dared not act for fear of desecrating her body, that would be the greatest disrespect to the deceased.

I found the chip in the pocket of her lab coat.

"The item is in hand,"

As I stuffed the chip into the rigid storage compartment of the nano combat suit, I contacted my teammates via radio.

"Dmitri, have you found a ride?"

"Reporting to the team leader, we're on our way back. We'll meet at the main gate!"

Dmitri replied.

Before I retreated, I threw a grenade deep into the laboratory. It flew out of the opposite window and exploded in mid-air, shattering all the remaining glass into pieces.

"Enemy troops?"

Constantine asked on the channel, "Another explosion is not a good sign."

“We’ll create a little noise to lure the enemy in, hoping that the Omekkajong in this area will take the bait.”

I explained my intentions, and Constantine and I rushed down the stairs to retrace our steps, only to be stopped by Anfia in the foyer.

Just as I was wondering what was going on, a flatbed trailer crashed into the already dilapidated front door of the building, making a loud and conspicuous entrance.

“You know Dmitri, he loves to show off when he comes on stage.”

Anfia shrugged.

"Por supuesto!" (Of course!)

Dmitry leaned halfway out of the newly requisitioned truck and waved to us: "No time to talk, get in!"

Constantine glared at the truck. "Where are you telling us to sit?"

"Katerina, you sit in the passenger seat,"

I gave the order, having already made up my mind.

"So what should we do?"

Constantine asked.

I pointed to the tarpaulin covering the trailer with bricks, "It's hidden inside."

We crawled under the tarpaulin and tried to push the bricks aside to make room for the big butt wearing the nano combat suit.

Constantine kept complaining. "This violates safety regulations. Where's the seatbelt?"

“You can submit a protest letter when you get home, but you better behave yourself before then, or I’ll kick you onto the highway. Now just enjoy the scenery.”

I tore a hole in the tarpaulin.

Dmitry drove his truck recklessly onto the nearest open road at such a high speed that I, like Constantine, began to doubt my decision.

The vehicle drove straight to the evacuation point, and the officer repeatedly assured me that a plane was waiting there to pick us up and take her cargo home.

But I just couldn't let go of G-6, so I decided to listen to their communications. As required by the operation, the Spearbreakers were using encrypted channels, but G-6's frequency was open to all combat personnel, and I took full advantage of that.

My ears were instantly filled with explosions and shouts, and it took me a while to discern a female voice giving orders.

"Keep going! To the gate!"

Then the target of her yelling turned to headquarters: "What the hell? Where's the plane to pick us up for evacuation?"

"Hold on."

Headquarters responded, "Your communication signal is having some reception issues. How is Sergeant Fan's condition?"

"She went to see her ancestors,"

The female soldier replied, "I'm taking over command now, quick! Tell me what you need to say!"

"Corporal, the fighting in your area is intense. Our planes cannot reach you directly. You must break through to a safe area on your own before we can send planes over."

Judging from the unmoved reply from headquarters, the person who responded was comfortably sitting in a chair that perfectly fit their buttocks.

Chapter 8 The Shattered Cycle - From Miss Miguel (Part 3)

I marked the location of G-6 on the HUD. They are trapped three kilometers away from us, surrounded by former DEM and Omec Jung forces. There are no more reinforcements at the moment, and it looks like they are about to be annihilated and have nowhere to go.

A scream pierced my eardrums, and another blue icon on the HUD went out abruptly like a candle in a storm.

"We can't hold on much longer! The enemy's Nighthawk fighters are swarming in, trapping us here!"

The corporal shouted into the radio communication channel, the background noise of explosions and gunshots quite jarring.

"repeat--"

I shouldn't have interrupted headquarters' communications, but luckily I have a healthy mindset and don't care too much about those rigid rules.

“G-6 Squad, Spearbreaker Squad calling. We are nearby and on our way to your location as reinforcements.”

I uploaded the new destination coordinates to Dmitri's HUD, and smiled knowingly when I felt the speeding truck suddenly turn.

"The Spear Breaker...?"

The tone from headquarters was as if I had peed in his beer.

"This is the G-6's dedicated channel. This operation has nothing to do with you!"

"Now it's over. The Spearbreakers will never abandon their comrades."

A furious commotion came from headquarters, followed by an even more familiar and annoyed voice yelling at me over the channel.

“Spearbreakers, your orders are quite clear: return to the landing zone immediately and rendezvous with the aircraft.”

The officer's roar could scare the burly guards in the prison to the point of wetting their pants, but I ignored her completely.

"Our current route leads directly to the location of G-6. Your precious darling is in our hands. I suggest you send a plane there if you want it to return home safely."

"I'm giving you orders now."

Feeling emboldened, I made a face and then spoke to her much more cautiously than before, knowing that going too far could cause unnecessary trouble.

"Headquarters, I can pretend to be disconnected, but I really don't want to insult your intelligence."

Thank you.

Her tone became steady, yet sharper, like a razor turning into a chainsaw.

“We will do everything we can to save G-6. If you have any questions, just complain to the commander. I’m pretty sure my real superiors will back me up.”

I am quite confident about this, because their statement was tantamount to violating the rules set forth by Chief Lin and Chief Alice.

Having the ability to teleport but refusing to apply for its use is a blatant disregard for human life and will not be tolerated, especially considering what the leaders have said.

Every soldier of the Foehn is precious and cannot be given up easily! Their actions now undoubtedly violate their own words.

Is this really true?

The rising intonation of her question almost made me doubt my own name, rank, and unit number.

"Because we have to cover G-6, it's a tradition of the Spearbreakers."

The officer's next questions almost made me forget who my ancestors were, so I simply ignored her until she swallowed all her anger.

When we arrived near G-6, all the blue lights were off except for one icon.

What's remarkable is that none of my men questioned my decision on the way here, even though they witnessed the blue lights disappearing one after another. Dmitry, on the other hand, pressed the accelerator even harder.

"I'm all alone now, and I've run out of bullets."

The corporal spoke with unusual composure over the radio channel. Her composure was rare for someone in dire straits. No matter what the outcome might be, she was prepared to face it head-on. But I will never let her die in vain.

"Dmitri!"

I shouted sternly.

"Dump us a few meters away from G-6! Katerina, Anfia, cover me and Constantine! Let's charge!"

When we arrived at the square where G-6 was trapped, Dmitry found that Omecron's troops were gathering forces on the street ahead.

"Hold on tight! They dared to turn their backs on us; we have to teach them a lesson they won't forget!"

I shouted into the communication channel.

Three Immortal Vanguard Assault Mechs stood in the middle of the street, directing their twelve subordinates—former DEM soldiers and DEM snipers—to form a semi-circle around the corporal's hideout, preparing to intercept the remnants of G-6 squad who were attempting a desperate breakout. Soon, those soldiers would charge at the corporal; if they continued to cower, the Immortals would teach them a lesson with their beam cannons.

I have no doubt that she will fight to her last breath, but that would do no good for anyone until we come to break the deadlock.

A second later, Dmitri drove the trailer directly into the Immortal Vanguards, then swerved sharply to the left, the truck drifting and crashing into swarms of Immortals and enemies like a giant broom.

That's amazing! These guys are focusing all their random energy on the front! That's like exposing their vulnerable backs to us!

I immediately understood why the flatbed trucks were able to take down these immortal pioneers.

After the truck came to a stop, leaving a long trail, I lifted the tarpaulin and jumped out with Constantine.

We rushed in the direction of the blue light on the HUD sergeant, and Anfia provided us with a barrage of electromagnetic pulse fire from her fully automatic grenade launcher.

I used my OICW rifle to shoot down the bewildered former DEM soldiers one by one. These beasts who had betrayed humanity fell like puppets with their strings cut. Constantine flanked to the right, forcing the surviving former DEM soldiers to fight for themselves, while I headed straight for the corporal.

The corporal was hiding in a dilapidated shop. When I arrived, she was carrying the body of a comrade on her shoulder, preparing to evacuate with me. She was covered in blood, and out of concern for her, I could only hope that the blood came from the corpse.

"Could you help me take the other two bodies away?"

She asked me while carrying the corpse.

I really wanted to nod in agreement without thinking and rush straight behind her, but the Nighthawks spotted us. One of them opened fire on the truck's cab, while the other turned and headed straight for Constantine.

Constantine never backed down from a close contest, but he knew the Nighthawks' firepower was far superior. He hid behind the wreckage of a car, now reduced to scrap metal, and called for backup.

"We're too busy here!"

"Dmitri shouted. After taking down the Immortal Vanguard, the truck stalled and wouldn't start no matter what he did. During his repeated attempts, Anfia and her automatic grenade launcher..."

They wove together an electromagnetic pulse network, making it difficult for Nighthawk fighters to directly attack trucks.

"Kill him first, save his life, then deal with the dead."

I tossed a magazine to the corporal, and she caught it with her bare hands.