Sky-cracking Rider

Apocalypse Defense Group's headquarters suddenly turned into a fireworks amusement park, with explosions blooming everywhere.

So much so that the security guards at the gate didn't even notice an infantry armored vehicle that barged in, its huge body directly knocking off the gate arm, sending debris flying.

Both sides were stunned.

"Damn, it didn't encounter any resistance!"

Chen Fei was somewhat dumbfounded; wasn't it agreed that there would be interceptions?

I'm already driving in!

So much for the large military contractor, is this what you show me?

Stop dazing around, wake up quickly, hey! Get up Hgih!

It seemed that Aircrew Base, at the forefront, and the headquarters, long at peace in the economic zone, were two entirely different worlds.

What else could Chen Fei do but keep charging forward, directly towards Apocalypse Defense Group's head office administration building, truly iron-headed!

To avoid the possibility of the base's electricity being cut off at any moment due to Bai Nuo's sabotage, communication specialist Roland Michigan activated the small reconnaissance drones he had previously deployed around the area, capturing the chaotic scenes within the base and the camouflaged infantry armored vehicle charging directly towards the central building, his mouth twitching helplessly as he knocked on his forehead.

"Uh! Everything's in chaos!"

Claude, who was nearby holding a newspaper, asked through the earpiece tucked into his collar, puzzled: "Is it not going smoothly?"

He hadn't seen the current state of Apocalypse Defense's headquarters and thought that things were not progressing well.

Roland Michigan stared at the screens, saying, "No, it's too smooth, excessively smooth, the defense forces of Apocalypse Defense are laughably weak."

Some cameras lost signal due to the blast, and he immediately switched to other cameras to maintain surveillance as much as possible.

I haven't even exerted myself, and the enemy has already actively laid flat.

To think that such an incompetent opponent could have caused Hanna such a headache, it's simply unbelievable.

Well! In a certain sense, it is indeed a qualified soft persimmon, no, a rotten persimmon, and it's about to rot through.

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"Hmph! Rotten persimmon!"

Gazing through the window at the infantry armored vehicle entering unhindered, Hanna Gagel withdrew her gaze, her eyes coldly sweeping over the entire meeting room.

She had never imagined that Apocalypse Defense would fall to such a state in such short time after her departure.

The Gager Family withdrew just in time!

No wonder they were ineffective during the corporate war with Merman Brothers Consortium, with Aircrew Base fighting a lone battle on the front lines.

If it weren't for those mutants that suddenly appeared and disrupted the corporate war, it's likely that in the difficult battle that would have followed, Aircrew Base would have been trapped and run out of supplies, ultimately unable to continue.

The fact that Merman Brothers Consortium took the initiative to propose a peace talk was the best outcome for Aircrew Base.

The comment "rotten persimmon" turned everyone's faces in the meeting room ashen.

What kind of harsh words are these, don't forget that you, Hanna Gagel, were once part of Apocalypse Defense.

"Hanna, did you do this?"

Chairman Erik Anthony's face alternated between red and white as he took deep breaths, struggling to suppress his emotions.

"I'm doing this for your own good!"

Hanna Gagel scoffed coldly with a laugh.

There's a thing in this world called "for your own good," like the short, weak, and ugly director and shareholder Allen Green outside the door, who along with his little bitch got taken out, to prevent further harm to the world.

Erik Anthony raised his hand, pointing directly at Hanna Gagel, and demanded loudly with both voice and expression: "Are you truly going to be an enemy of Apocalypse Defense?"

Hanna Gagel approached the conference table, slammed her hand down forcefully, and said earnestly and loudly: "Chairman Anthony, and everyone present, please recognize one thing, up until now, it's you who have been my enemies! If you dare to act, you must dare to acknowledge it!!"

Dare to act but not to accept the consequences?

This made her even more contemptuous of these top figures of Apocalypse Defense Group.

If I still had my special ability, perhaps I'd perform a Wind Blade cutting of the conference table on the spot to intimidate this ugly crowd.

But it doesn't matter, Xiao Jiu is right on my shoulder, a live demonstration of laser cutting will do just as well.

As Hanna Gagel's words ended, a sound of teeth gritting filled the meeting room; these directors and shareholders had not yet recognized reality and still assumed that a small military contractor like Jiu Defense, with a name as laughable as it gets, should be easily manipulated and even grateful for their existence.

These individuals were still dreaming of Blue Star's 27th industry ranking, yet today's Apocalypse Defense Group should already be thankful to cling to the tail end of the top hundred, and looking at the mess outside the building, the rating might have to be lowered further.

Bang!

The meeting room door shook violently.

Someone began to attempt to break in, trying to force their way through the door.

"Hanna, if you stop now, I can pretend nothing happened."

Chairman Erik Anthony of Apocalypse Defense took a deep breath as if he was once again holding a winning ticket, intending to regain control of the situation.

This guy is impossible to defeat!

Hanna Gagel glanced at the other party and said to the little bird on her shoulder, "Xiao Jiu! Use the laser, aim at the upper left corner of the door frame!"

The little bird cocked its head, and the next second, its feathers slightly ruffled.

"Jiu!~~~"

A pale green light beam shot out, instantly piercing the door frame, and continued through like a hot knife through butter—hitting the ceiling, floor, walls, beams, pillars... Whoosh! It shot out of the building towards the sky and disappeared into the blue sky and white clouds of the day.

This was playing it a bit too big; the entire building had been penetrated straight through.

An indescribable smell of char quickly spread, and people both inside and outside the door, looking at the hole about the size of a bowl's diameter turned into a lava-like state, couldn't help but have their hair stand on end. No one dared to approach the door carelessly anymore, let alone attempt the dangerously suicidal act of ramming it.

If this thing hit a person, they would probably be vaporized on the spot, right?

It was only now that everyone noticed the majestic little bird, with its glowing crown of feathers and black feathers adorned with golden patterns. That strike just now was a bit too terrifying.

It was actually a Magical Beast!

"Uncle Anthony, what do you think?"

Hanna Gagel reminded him to stop dreaming and face reality, though cruel as it might be...

"Uh, Hanna, we can talk this out reasonably,"

The Chairman of Apocalypse Defense wiped his endlessly sweating brow with a snow-white handkerchief.

The reactions of others were no different, all finally showing fear on their faces. Indeed, they all were the type to not shed a tear until they saw the coffin.

"Talk reason, good, I like talking reason!"

Hanna Gagel picked up a director and kicked him on the buttocks, sending him flying three meters away.

The man almost face-planted, staggering a few steps before finally managing to stand firm, but he hurriedly retreated, too scared to speak out. For the sake of his life, he could only swallow his anger and pride.

However, Hanna Gagel casually took the now-empty seat and sat down gracefully, becoming a member around the conference table.

Xiao Jiu hopped from her shoulder onto the table,

curiously sizing up each person, and whenever it hopped in front of anyone, that person would lean back as far as possible, frantic with fear.

This was a Magical Beast, after all!

Hanna Gagel said leisurely, "Well then, let's talk about compensation."

One of the directors, with a smile plastered on his face, carefully said, "No, no need for compensation, you don't have to pay anything, we live and let live, let's let bygones be bygones, okay?"

"Yes, yes, let's turn swords into plowshares, and talk reason, not force."

"We can still cooperate, right?"n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

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For a moment, as if a pivot had been found, everyone tried their best to create an atmosphere of amiable negotiations, all smiles.

Only, this atmosphere was merely self-deception.

"Heh, do you not understand the situation?"

Hanna Gagel sat there with elegance and calm, shaking her index finger and reminding these still deluded folks not to get too carried away.

"Hanna, what do you want?"

It was Erik Anthony, Chairman of Apocalypse Defense Group, who caught the subtext.

After being reminded like this, others collectively showed a look of astonishment, quickly followed by a drastic change in expression. What did this mean?

Many people had already guessed the truth at the first opportunity but refused to face it.

They were about to shout at the audacious young lady as they had done before when they saw the Chairman raise his hand, stopping everyone from speaking.

Hanna Gagel spoke slowly, word by word, "You must recognize a fact—Apocalypse Defense Group, in reality, is as fragile as a house of cards! Even in terms of compensation, it's you who should compensate me, not the other way around!"

As expected!

The faces of many in the meeting room turned very strange. They indeed had guessed the truth, but they couldn't bury their heads in the sand and pretend not to see.

"Also, who was it that sold out my uncle McAllen's itinerary?"

Hanna Gagel's expression suddenly turned very grim and frightening.

Her uncle, McAllen Gager, had personally delivered important supplies and personnel to the Aircrew Base during the corporate war, but on the return trip, he was attacked by anti-aircraft weapons and was killed on the spot with the aircraft destroyed.

If there wasn't a mole, Hanna Gagel found it hard to believe that the Merman Brothers Consortium could possibly come up with tactics comparable to those used in a Sovereignty war.

If that were the case, they wouldn't have been beaten black and blue with a bloody nose in a head-on confrontation with the Aircrew Base, suffering heavy losses without ever gaining the upper hand.

The so-called corporate warfare was just intimidating in name. Compared to Sovereignty wars, it was nothing more than a poultry skirmish.

If Sovereignty made a move, whether it was the Aircrew Base or the Merman Brothers Consortium, they would probably be destroyed in no time, with no chance to fight back.

The meeting room fell into a chilling silence...

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