Sky-cracking Rider

It wasn't until Hanna Gagar detailed the true tactical objectives.

Everyone including Chen Fei finally saw the light.

It was the same old formula, the same old flavor.

"Tweet!"

Little Bird didn't understand anything, nor did it need to; a simple tweet was enough.

"'Rookie' isn't someone who charges in alone, I need your support!"

A feigned recklessness isn't real recklessness after all, there's a difference, Hanna Gagar said as she drew a circle on the holographic map.

Otherwise, why bother assembling these talented buddies from their respective fields, when just letting Chen Fei charge in foolishly would suffice?

During his time at the Aircrew Base 911, it had been proven that this guy, having awakened as a Metal Ability User, could become immune to light weapons attacks.

"What do we need to do?" asked Roland Michigan, the communications expert, earnestly.

He was the last to speak up, and although he understood Hanna Gagar's intentions, he still couldn't guess what needed to be done.

"First, we need an armored vehicle..."

Collective eye roll!

Weren't those the exact words of Bai Nuo, the demolition expert and gunsmith?

"Don't rush, let me finish. The armored vehicle is a must; otherwise, 'Rookie' is going to have a tough time," Hanna Gagar said, glancing at Chen Fei, who nodded vigorously.

At least a dozen energy points—that's worth something, even if it's just mosquito legs.

She then pointed to the first person on her left.

"I need Roland Michigan to paralyze the Apocalypse Defense Group's communication system while ensuring our team's communications," she said.

"Electronic countermeasures, OK! I guarantee the mission will be accomplished."

Once it came to his expertise, Roland Michigan patted his chest confidently.

"Meizi, you're responsible for taking out the guards in the chaos. Carry non-lethal weapons. This isn't corporate warfare, so we don't need any casualties."

Hanna Gagar pointed to the only ethnic girl present.

"Hi!"

The graceful and dignified lady looked nothing like the fierce karate master she was. She should be wearing a little kimono, carrying a small vegetable basket, and strolling casually through the market with tactical little steps.

Before marriage, the fiercely violent beauty met her husband through an arranged introduction by her family, and she was wed off to lead a quiet life as a housewife, which her pitiful president husband knew nothing about. He especially liked to display his male chauvinism, constantly on the brink of courting death with his daring challenges.

"Old Bai, cover for Meizi. Destroy buildings and cause as much destruction as possible, but remember, no casualties," Hanna Gagar reminded solemnly.

Whether it was Apocalypse Defense Group or Saber Group, or those few overconfident peers, they had always pressed Jiu Defense with business tactics and never sought out lives, at most coveting her body.

Therefore, even if Hanna Gagar was launching a revenge operation, she couldn't go too far. Breaking the unwritten rules could make it difficult for Jiu Defense to survive in this industry.

Starting by beating the Saber Group's Crown Prince to a pulp was totally fine.

To this day, neither father nor son of the Saber Group dared to confront her openly, for fear of another beating from their formidable niece.

"Claude Hughes, protect Roland, guard the vehicles, and be ready to support our retreat at any time."

Scouting ability corresponds to counter-scouting ability,

Hanna Gagar then turned to Chen Fei.

"'Rookie,' drive the armored vehicle, strike at the Apocalypse Defense Headquarters, and draw their fire."

"Uh, got it!"

Chen Fei shrugged.

Blindly charging ahead without using his brain involved no technical skill, hence there was no difficulty involved, just flooring the accelerator was enough.

"Tweet!"

Little Bird hopped in front of Hanna Gagar, tilting its head to look at her.

"Er, Xiao Jiu will be on standby as the reserve team, ready to provide support. That's that," Hanna Gagar said, touching the little fellow's crown feather, marking it as different from other Pure Light Sparrows.

Such a tiny creature was actually eager for battle.

It was hard to believe this was a harmless, peace-loving Light Series little bird.

"So, what about you, Hanna?" asked Claude Hughes, spreading his hands towards Hanna Gagar.

Hanna Gagar took out an ID badge and started twirling it in her hand, saying nonchalantly, "Me? Of course, I'll enter boldly and straightforwardly half an hour in advance, and, by the way, bring Xiao Jiu along."

Her Special Ability might be temporarily out of commission, but she still had Xiao Jiu.

Hanna Gagel's access privileges at the Apocalypse Defense Group still remained, and this one in her hand was just one of them, a convenience from her days in office.

Although the shareholders and the board were a pain in the ass, there were still people in the middle and lower ranks willing to secretly assist Hanna Gagel. Her years spent working at Apocalypse Defense were not without gains.

After picking and choosing targets, it turned out that, although Apocalypse Defense seemed the biggest fish, it was actually the softest one—give it a squeeze, and it would burst with red juice.

"If we have this, why do we even need to... Sigh! Never mind, as long as you're happy."

Claude Hughes shook his head while speaking, then said no more.

Hanna's plan was like a surgical operation, stripping off Apocalypse Defense Headquarters' outer layer (defenses) bit by bit, then stripping them bare and throwing them onto the street for all to see, tearing apart both their public face and their hidden secrets.

If she succeeded, for a long time to come, the mention of Jiu Defense would no doubt make Apocalypse Defense people's scalps tingle, disrupt their endocrine systems, and spike the demand for anti-depressants.

"So it's happily decided then—I'm giving everyone three days to prepare."

Hanna Gagel pointed to the demolition expert and gunsmith, saying, "Old Bai, you're in charge of securing the incapacitating weapons, especially armored vehicles. I'll foot the bill. Got any problems with that?"

"No problem, I have my sources. Are second-hand ones okay?"

Bai Nuo nodded, snakes have snake paths, and rats have rat paths; he knew exactly where to get the equipment and materials needed.

The seasoned driver Claude Hughes raised his right hand and said, "I've also got connections for armored vehicles."

In Mesoamerica, located in the Southern Region of North America, where military and governmental oversight was extremely lax, as long as the money was right, all kinds of supplies and equipment could be obtained. With special policy privileges and tax benefits, the place had become the registered location and headquarters of many military contractors.

"Let's compare both sources!"

Hanna Gagel pointed indifferently at him and Bai Nuo, having fully assimilated into her role as the BOSS.

A BOSS only needs to make the right choices, deal with abstract matters, and leave the actual work to her subordinates.

Right, Xiao Jiu?

"Xiao Jiu!"

Could you expect the Little Bird to say a second word?

No!

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That night, the trailer-style motorhome started moving.

Being fully electric had its advantages—provided the Crystalline Blocks were high-level and fully charged, they could last a very long time.

The next day at noon, Hanna Gagel and others arrived in Mesoamerica on a small private plane, then split into three separate cars that picked them up, making it to Chapala before sunset.

Their lodging was a small military contractor base that had declared bankruptcy just last month; a courtyard that spanned over three thousand square meters, with high walls guarding against prying eyes from the surroundings. Hang up a sign, and it looked just like a group of eager newbies, preparing to embark on a grand venture—a common sight in the military-contractors-congregated Chapala City.

They stayed busy on the road, as various supplies including the pre-ordered armored vehicles arrived ahead of time, just waiting for them to move in.

This infantry fighting vehicle was a fifteen-year-old relic that had likely changed hands at least seven or eight times, riddled with bullet marks, but well-maintained. After some cleaning up and a fresh coat of camouflage paint, it was ready to travel a hundred miles on a full electric charge, which was more than enough for this mission, perfectly sufficient as cannon fodder, and also quite cheap.

Everyone, including Hanna Gagel, underwent a transformation under the expertise of Claude Hughes, the seasoned driver. Communications expert Roland Michigan emerged with a thick set of false whiskers.

The Thunder Series Ability User, Karate Master Takano Yoshiko, seemed to have suddenly shed a decade, now appearing as a meek and pitiable JK high school girl in her sailor uniform and knee-high black stockings—mamma mia!

The demolition expert and gunsmith Bai Nuo simply put on a skin mask, emerging as an old white man with wrinkled skin, sunglasses, and a smoking pipe in his mouth, resembling a typical Mesoamerican farmer. Who would have guessed he was actually of Asian descent?

Claude himself transformed into a muscular Black man, with bulging muscles that felt incredibly real to the touch.

Chen Fei also changed his appearance, now looking like a mature middle-aged man. Dressed in a suit, he epitomized the quintessential corporate drone.

Changing the yellow-skinned to white, the mature to youthful, white to black, young to middle-aged, and the delicate to rugged—the seasoned driver's skills were truly remarkable.

Even Little Bird was not spared, suffering the same fate. Its pure black feathers were adorned with golden patterns, and diamond fragments were attached to its Crown Feather, giving it a mysterious black and holy golden appearance, completely obscuring its innocent Pure Light Sparrow identity.

The only one who remained unchanged was Hanna Gagel herself, who needed to enter Apocalypse Defense Headquarters ahead of time in a dignified manner, to proclaim the arrival of Jiu Defense to the foolish board after launching the attack, a psychological and literal blow like no other.

With the help of someone on the inside, the flow of the latest intelligence never ceased.

On the morning of the action day, at seven o'clock.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

An unexpected minor incident occurred.

Several small military contractors nearby noticed a new player had entered the game and sent a group of local snakes to probe.

As peers become rivals, eating in this line of work meant you couldn't avoid trouble, even if you tried to stay out of it—timid people couldn't survive in this job.

A group of eight lousy guys who had just spent a few minutes practicing their Invincible Mandarin Duck Legs on the metal gate suddenly found it quite pleasant to lie flat, ending up sprawled all over the ground.

The one responsible for "instructing" them in tactical lying down was none other than Miss Takano Yoshiko, dressed as a high school student. After nearly a decade without action, her first strike was still hauntingly deadly as Tender Hands.

With karate like hers, other than lying flat, there was nothing else to do.

Chen Fei, who heard the news and came to lend support was a step too late, faced with the sight of the unfortunate kids groaning on the ground, feeling regretful.

But he wasn't too late after all.

Xiao Jiu said: Need healing!

The local snakes in the midst of Holy Light Redemption: [Expletive]!!!

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