Chapter 45: Contact Battle

"One second." Mountain Cat shook his head as if lamenting for Tony.

Everyone burst into laughter.

Tony also smiled helplessly, "Alright, I lost this time."

Losing to a beautiful lady wasn't embarrassing.

Mary released control over the exosuit, "You can sit here."

"No, I think I'll go fly the plane instead."

"Don't be disheartened, billionaire. My ability controls all electronic devices."

"And I guessed as much. I'll have to upgrade the defense system of the exosuit when I get back, probably shield against brainwave interference."

Tony slipped away, and Mary felt a little regretful.

"What a pity."

Then she quietly watched Warren.

Warren blinked, "Are you suggesting that I should go fly the plane too? Then you guys better be prepared to parachute."

"Oh, the advisor is chickening out."

"Don't be like that, Mary. You can come find me. How about this weekend?"

...

The atmosphere suddenly became lively again until they reached their destination.

"Prepare for landing."

The rear cargo door of the transport plane opened, and turbulent air rushed in.

"Advisor, I don't know how to parachute." Nightmare suddenly panicked.

"Actually, I don't either, but I can fly!"

Swoosh!

The wings of the Archangel spread open, emitting a holy light that dazzled the eyes.

"Wait a moment."

Warren used his telekinesis to dim the glow of the wings.

"After adjusting to the night mode, we won't be so conspicuous."

Everyone: "..."

"Alright, there are seven of you. The cockpit of Luna can accommodate two people, and three more can sit on top. The remaining two can hold onto its thighs, no need for parachutes."

Everyone looked at the Black Cat Luna and realized that it was indeed the case.

The two ladies squeezed into the cockpit.

Mountain Cat and Hot Eyes sat on Luna's powerful arms, even getting to touch its fusion cannon.

Nightmare sat on top, studying the seemingly decorative but actually a sensor cat ears.

Buffalo and Iron Eater stood on Luna's feet, holding onto its thighs.

"I feel like I'm the protagonist of 'First Blood'."

"The one killed off?"

With the propulsion system activated, Luna lifted off. Due to carrying passengers, it only used minimal thrust, descending at a slightly slower speed.

After all, they were hanging on it, and going too fast would blow them away.

Warren acted as their escort to prevent them from being blown away.

They landed safely.

"Hot Eyes, you and Mary will follow Luna's lead and provide support from the rear."

"Got it."

"The rest of you, prepare for combat!"

"Yes."

Everyone put on their earphones and donned the Heart Demon masks.

Hot Eyes surveyed the surroundings vigilantly, alert to any heat sources within their field of vision.

This was the agreed meeting point, and after they landed, Red Queen sent a message to the terrorists on the other side. They would be arriving soon for the rendezvous.

...

After about fifteen minutes, Hot Eyes suddenly reported, "Southeast direction, 1,200 meters away, twenty-seven people, three jeeps, and two trucks."

"I intercepted their communication and handed it over to Red Queen."

As a result, the earphones of everyone filled with incomprehensible chatter. Various languages were mixed together, and even the terrorists themselves couldn't communicate well.

Fortunately, Red Queen was a genius, so it was no problem for her. She immediately translated the message.

"...Norman told me that he couldn't contact Martin Lee anymore, so kill the people who came for the trade."

"Understood, boss."

Although they only intercepted the last two sentences, it was enough.

"Wow, have they become aware of us?"

"It seems like Norman Osborne is quite cunning."

"But they only sent about twenty people? They're underestimating us."

Warren also said, "Since that's the case, there's no need to pretend anymore. Let's launch a preemptive strike!"

Since the other side had become aware, there was no need to continue pretending. They could directly attack, defeat them head-on, capture them alive, read their memories, find their hideout, eliminate them completely, and eradicate any future troubles. All in one go, how satisfying would that be?

Upon hearing the order, Buffalo and Iron Eater didn't bother acting anymore and tore off their Heart Demon suits.

Buffalo's muscles swelled, surpassing Iron Eater's two-meter stature. His skin turned reddish-brown, and steam emitted from his nostrils. Two horns even grew out from behind his devil mask.

Iron Eater twisted the ring on his middle finger, and his whole body instantly turned into metal.

A minotaur and an iron man charged forward with heavy footsteps, kicking up dust.

"I don't like making a big scene."

Mountain Cat pulled out two pistols, his eyes turned into vertical pupils, and his ears became pointed. He followed closely behind, hiding his tracks with the help of various rocks and food along the way, as was his habit.

"Mary, cut off their communication. Hot Eyes, monitor the battlefield and don't let them escape."

After Warren finished speaking, he no longer hid himself and flew directly into the air, his entire body accelerating like a meteor towards the terrorist convoy in the distance.

Steel-hardened.

Bullet Time.

Flight speed was undoubtedly the fastest. For Warren, a distance of one kilometer was a matter of less than two seconds. The terrorists had just released their safety catches, and he had already swooped down over their convoy.

Forced hover!

The greatest advantage of this skill was the ability to instantly eliminate inertia. With Warren's hardened body and ultra-high speed, even without an adamantium alloy exosuit, he would remain solid after crashing down.

But after using Forced Hover to cancel out the inertia, he lightly stepped on the roof of a truck and flipped over like a feather. Flames surged from both his hands.

This scene reminded Warren of a famous saying: "When young, don't strive; when forced, hover and carry a sword."

Did his Forced Hover combined with explosive power count as striving or not striving?

After adjusting his position with Forced Hover, those terrorists who were exposed to Warren's attack were a truck full of them. As soon as they saw Warren appear, they reached for their guns, but how could their reaction compare to Warren, who had bullet time and had been prepared in advance?

Experience a 1,500-degree Celsius greeting from an angel!

Boom—

The entire truck cabin turned into a sea of fire, as if there were demons dancing within.

"Stop the car, attack!"

The other terrorists quickly stopped their vehicles and distanced themselves from the trucks, afraid of being caught in Warren's onslaught.

After getting off the truck, they immediately unleashed a barrage of bullets and RPGs towards Warren's position. However, their attacks shredded Warren's figure, leaving behind only scattered glimmers of light.

The terrorists wore perplexed expressions, wondering what was happening.

Suddenly, a bewildered terrorist, holding a rocket launcher, felt a force snatch away his individual launcher. He turned around and saw an enlarged figure clad in military green.

"Headshot!"

With one swing of the launcher, Warren sent the terrorist flying. Then, he delivered a powerful kick to a nearby crate.

The crate was sent flying, disintegrating mid-air and revealing seven or eight shells within.

In that moment, Warren became like a demon. He raised both hands and aimed at the shells.

In Bullet Time, the expressions of the terrorists gradually turned from shock to horror, as they tried to escape.

But it was too late.

No need to charge, just rapid fire.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven!"

Accompanied by Warren's countdown and the continuous flashes of fire in his palms, all the shells were detonated by Warren. Flames and explosions resounded in the air, as if the entire space had turned into a solid mass being hammered by an iron hammer. At that moment, everyone's ears felt like they had been struck by ten thousand basketballs.

Many terrorists not only lost their hearing, but also staggered and couldn't maintain their balance. Their sense of equilibrium was compromised.

At that moment, two muscular men charged into the battlefield, slapping the terrorists to the ground as if they were bullying children.

In the shadows, two pistols fired continuously, each bullet precisely hitting an enemy's shoulder or knee.

Leaving survivors was necessary to extract information from them.