Chapter 820: 593: Let's See Who Dares to Leave

Chapter 820: Chapter 593: Let’s See Who Dares to Leave

(Added chapter for Alliance Hierarch “Free Sword Immortal123” 2/4, two more chapters tonight, still some Alliance Hierarch names haven’t been counted, working hard to pay off debts!~~)

A row of mecha along with a row of armored vehicles, plus those soldiers descending in a single file, indeed look quite imposing.

Lieutenant Colonel Lindek walked at the front, squinting his eyes to observe this group.

Well-crafted combat uniforms, but they aren’t military uniforms, nor do they have shoulder straps or team insignia.

Unauthorized personnel intruding into military restricted areas…

In the military restricted area on E75 Planet, just for this they can be killed.

Falcon, casually holding a cigar in his mouth, at a glance is the leader of this group of mercenaries, currently looking at himself with leisurely eyes.

With a wave of his right hand forward, amidst a series of clicks, numerous gun barrels aimed at Falcon and his group.

“This is a Federation military restricted area, please show your identification.”

“You’re not qualified to ask. Are you from the 149th Division? Quinton is dead, who is in charge now?”

Falcon asked casually, showing no concern for those dark gun barrels.

This lax attitude made Lindek’s face turn dark, as he is now acting as the head of the 149th Division.

After the Colonel’s death, it was clear he was going to take over the unit, yet someone still dared to question him?

Not qualified…

Hmph, truly living on borrowed time.

It’s said the biggest difference between frontier troops and peace area troops is the aura of ferocity about them.

A casual wave forward with his palm, and a row of soldiers simultaneously raised their guns to aim at these people, including the eight Titan Arm mechas at the rear, such powerful heavy defense mechas, weighing up to 20 tons, just their appearance exudes immense deterrent force.

Seeing these people’s movements, Falcon snorted from his nasal cavity.

“Another one of these clichéd plays, T-Rex, show him the copy of certificate number two.”

Upon hearing their captain’s words, this mature and attractive woman flicked her wrist gently, a card-like certificate spinning and flying from her hand, gracefully floating toward Lindek along its trajectory.

One of the soldiers beside the Lieutenant Colonel reached out to catch the card and then matched it with his tactical wristwatch.

A virtual light screen was then projected, showing a green screen, [Verification Passed]!

This soldier nodded to his own Lieutenant Colonel, handing the card over, “People from the upper-level Military Department Operations Command.”

Seeing verification passed, Lindek relaxed his expression and then swiftly changed his demeanor, “Ah, so they’re on our side. It was truly a misunderstanding, lower your weapons.”

With clicks and clacks, the mecha raised its lowered heavy firearms, and the soldiers also stowed their pulse rifles.

Falcon saw this scene and smiled, “Good to hear, now there’s no need for the Lieutenant Colonel to block us any further, right?”

“Of course not, it’s just that we hadn’t received your liaison information beforehand, so we had to proceed procedurally, please understand.” Lindek said, then suddenly changed his tone, “I still don’t quite understand, this is a war zone, what are you guys from the Operations Command doing here?”

“Executing a mission, really sorry Lieutenant Colonel, you’re not of sufficient rank.” Falcon still wore that punch-provoking expression, and his words left Lindek wanting to lash out but having to hold it in, his face turning somewhat awkward.

But the identities of the people across had been verified, even if they were dressed like mercenaries, or even like refugees, he had no reason to block them.

Thus, he was unwillingly preparing to order dispersal.

Just then, the well-mannered Light Wave suddenly glanced at his handheld Light Computer, the buzzer’s sound started to become urgent, then he smilingly told Falcon, “Boss, they’re here.”

Falcon ignored the bewildered Lieutenant Colonel on the opposite side and instead looked up at an angle, lightly tapped his left temple.

Metal seeming to possess life extended from the tactical earpiece to the left eye, assembling into an exquisitely crafted red monocle in less than a second.

Then he laughed out loudly, “That kid, really cautious.”

Thus, he raised his arm to wave, and Lindek followed the direction of Falcon’s wave, which pointed to a hill area, yet something unusual caught his eye.

But soon after a black spot suddenly appeared in his vision, he realized that there was actually someone hidden there!

The speed of the black spot’s movement was fast, as it got closer it revealed to be a soldier, and furthermore… a Private.

Looking at that overly young face, and the tattered clothing on him.

Lindek frowned. This wasn’t the standard attire of their 149th Division, and Private, Fire Hills area…

This set of names suddenly reminded Lindek that a month ago his divisional headquarters received orders from the upper Military Department, mentioned casually by Colonel Quinton.

This soldier should be the logistics officer they dispatched to support the Fire Hills area!

And moreover…

Lindek’s pupils shrank.

[He is actually still alive!]

In these days of wandering in the hill area, they hadn’t found sight of a single person.

This kid is within this war zone, under the jurisdiction of the 104th Division, clearly ought to be among the dead yet is perfectly fine, so what about the others!

Once this idea emerged, it was uncontrollable like wild grass on fire.

Sharp eyes were cast not far ahead.

Mu Fan was now standing in front of the Flying Dragon members, receiving friendly looks from these people, of course excluding the “Wizard.” This pale-faced man had closed his eyes since getting out of the vehicle, not opening them even when Mu Fan arrived.

Falcon noticed Mu Fan’s gaze and with a mischievous grin whispered, “He gets motion sickness.”

Thud, another pebble like a bullet struck Falcon’s shoulder, causing the Major General to grimace in pain.

Only then did Mu Fan laugh heartlessly.

“Alright, enough with the idle talk, we’ll discuss the specifics later. Well done on this mission!”

Falcon patted Mu Fan’s shoulder, speaking with satisfaction.

Seeing Mu Fan’s refugee-like appearance, it was obvious he’d suffered much this month.

The Fire Hills area had just undergone a fierce battle, surviving is a victory.

Upon hearing words from their own boss, others also showed affirmative expressions, T-Rex even exhibited a kindly expression, she was the direct disciple of Madman Ruan, treating her like her own child.

Mu Fan was about to nod when suddenly a stern shout was heard——

“Wait!”

Then the entire group simultaneously looked back.

“Lieutenant Colonel, is there something else?”

Lindek’s face now was quite grim, he squinted his eyes at Mu Fan, “This is serious, I have a few questions for this Private.”

Then not waiting for Falcon’s speech, Lindek asked word by word, “You are the Private dispatched by our 149th Division over there, during this period why did you never contact the division, we’ve searched for survivors in the Fire Hills area for many days yet never saw you.”

“Soldiers of the 104th Division couldn’t find you, nor could you find us. Now with our 149th Division’s Colonel Quinton dead, you’ve reappeared… I’m very curious where you hid during these days, and the whereabouts of those missing members of the 104th Division, you must know!”

“Did you desert, or were you involved in other unspeakable purposes!”

Saying this, Lindek pounded his right fist down, “Surround these people! Until the matter is thoroughly investigated, no one leaves!”

These upper Military Department folks, acting high and mighty, really think they come here to be guests?

This is not Peace Planet, but the Epsilon E75 Planet constantly embroiled in war!

Now he seems to have found a reasonable explanation for the Fire Hills battle outlook, starting with this Private, surely able to find the hidden 104th Division members.

He was going to replace the Iris Family’s debt collector identity, and thus must deliver a beautiful initiation plaque.

Those soldiers who had lowered their guns instantly lowered their barrels upon hearing this, and the eight heavy mechas Titan Arm behind took a solid step forward.

Heavy Gatlings aimed at Mu Fan and others.

The atmosphere in the venue nosedived rapidly!