Chapter 28

'When I get the opportunity, I'll find a place to buy all the accessories I need,' Ajax thought to himself.

Just when Ajax took a step back to take a look at his repaired Mech, he noticed the word "Reaper" on the breastplate of the mech. This was the code name of the mech, which was usually set by its designer or manufacturer.

"Reaper? Huh, what an interesting name...kind of fitting too..." Ajax muttered.

Ajax kept on working, moving things around and painting his mech, finishing at around five o'clock in the morning when he couldn't stay awake anymore and fell asleep in the tool room, too tired to make it back to his room...

...

Ajax was suddenly awakened by continuous knocking on his door. After getting up and familiarizing himself with his surroundings, Ajax walked towards the locked door and opened it.

"What's up?" Ajax asked as he rubbed the eye that wasn't covered with gauze and scratched his bare chest. Standing outside the door was the operator who had led Ajax yesterday. Ajax remembered that he had said his nickname was Monkey.

"Brother Ajax, the boss tasked me with coming to get you. Something happened and you appear to be needed," Monkey nodded respectfully to Ajax. He had looked for Ajax around the house but didn't find him. He didn't expect to find him sleeping in the tool room and found it a strange habit...

"So soon?" Ajax was a little surprised, "Alright then, lead the way."

It was almost noon and the sun was bearing down on them. After walking for a while, Ajax realized that he was shirtless, but didn't bother to return just to put one on, it wasn't like he had any other clothes either way...

Now that it was daytime and he was in an elevated position, Ajax took a chance to look at the overall appearance of the camp. To the South close to the mountain was the residential area, to the West was the training area, to the East was the canteen, and to the North was the defense area where the gate/entrance was. It was also the place to receive tasks. The trading area was at the center, which made sense.

Ajax's chest was bare, but the rest of his body was covered in gauze bandages, almost giving him the appearance of a mummy, attracting a lot of attention on the way.

After several minutes, the two reached the defense area and entered the five-story defense building. This was the busiest place besides the residential area, as operators were constantly coming in and out and dozens of magnetic energy vehicles and several mechs were parked at the door.

Although the border was a place of depravity, most of the people who joined one of the three major organizations were outstanding individuals, with a good number of them being quite ruthless people.

Bomen was on the third floor, and just as they went up the stairs, Ajax heard his angry cursing, and a group of operators hurried down the stairs. Monkey stopped and didn't dare to walk through the door.

Ajax, unaware of what was happening, went straight to Bomen's door: "Sir, I'm here."

"Ajax, I need your help with something urgent. Would your injuries be a problem?" Bomen's expression was anxious, with two dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep.

"They're nothing to worry about, I'll be alright. What do you need me to do?" Ajax cut to the chase, glancing at the tactics screen behind Bomen.

"Our transport team was attacked this morning in the vicinity of this place." Bomen raised his finger and pointed to a red cross on the tactical map, "I immediately sent two teams of operators over after receiving the message requesting backup. A mech and a tank lead the team."

"When they were about two kilometers away from the call for backup, they were ambushed." Bomen pointed to a blue cross this time, "It is estimated that the attackers are using jammers since I haven't been able to make any contact with them. That was until an hour ago when all of their vital signs disappeared."

"But our transport team was still sending out a call for backup. So I sent out a second wave of rescue teams, with a total of fifty operators and two mechs."

"As they approached the battlefield, they encountered the same situation as the first wave of rescue teams and were ambushed. Fortunately, they were able to send back a battle report this time. They were ambushed by the Hell's League and said that they have a hundred people and four mechs."

While Bomen was talking, he pulled up some videos of the battle. A sample of the enemy's firepower could be seen in addition to explosions on the battlefield.

"Just now I sent four teams of operators, a total of 60 people, but I can't afford to send any more mechs because most of our pilots have other tasks outside and the battle would be over by the time they return to base." Bomen looked up at Ajax. "I just want to ask you to get in your mech and go help our people."

"As long as you can destroy or at least cripple one of the enemy's mechs, our ordinary operators can gain the chance to successfully escape and even rescue the transport team."

It took Bomen a few minutes to explain the whole situation to Ajax in detail, with an imposing demeanor and determined words. He had lost several of his teams in one morning, so he was in a tight spot. If it weren't for the fact that the camp was busy and he had to stay and take care of things, he would have led troops there a long time ago.

"Are they keeping the transport team alive to keep on drawing us out?" Ajax stared at the tactical screen and took two steps forward. The teams of operators who went to support were ambushed one after the other. It was impossible for the transport team to still be alive unless the enemy wanted to attract more rescuers.

"I believe that that's their intention, but we can leave our men to die and we can let those who have died already to have died in vain. If we let these fuckers go, no operator would be willing to fight in the future." Bomen sighed and lit a cigar.

"What were they transporting? Are we sure that the people who attacked the transport team are also from the Hell's League?" Ajax wasn't so restrained in front of Bomen and talked to him casually.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Bomen spoke slowly: "Just some local products, but you can earn a lot of eddies by selling them to the two countries. The ones who attacked the transport team were the ones who attacked me yesterday, that is, the Viper Mercenaries. They should be cooperating with the Hell's League."

Ajax didn't know what these so-called "local products" were, but he could deduce that if it was produced at the border, then it was definitely illegal and profitable.

"What a coincidence, they attacked you last night, and today the convoy was attacked again when most of our troops were not in the base. It seems that the enemy knows our every move very well....too well if I might say so myself..." Ajax said thoughtfully.

This sentence hit Bomen, and he frowned due to the hidden meaning behind Ajax's words. There were two possibilities for the enemy to know about their moves. One was that they had been investigating and observing them, and the other was that there were spies among them.

Bomen broke into a cold sweat instantly. The bar that was attacked yesterday was the property of their Lazoole Society. He decided to go there and have a drink with some of his men, something that only a handful of insiders knew about.

But almost as soon as he got there, the person who wanted to kill him arrived which was strange, it was too much of a coincidence. But if there were spies inside who had betrayed him and leaked his position, then everything seemed to add up.

Judging from what happened in the morning, this spy had a high position within them and was fully aware of the route of the transport team and the size of the rescue team. Unfortunately, Bomen didn't find out soon enough and didn't know who to start investigating first.