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Chapter 1748 The General (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

Looking down from the sky, a blazing streak of fire streaked across the night, piercing through the dragon rider fighters blocking its path and through the dense swarm of drones. As the surging light and explosion ignited the heavens, it soared towards the highest point in the sky.

Upon seeing this, the mech that was gaining further altitude in the sky suddenly accelerated and raised the muzzles of its two hands.

The dazzling lasers and electromagnetic cannons pierced the sky simultaneously, like two intersecting beams of light, passing by the towering flames, but they did not hit the flames, only piercing through the dragon rider fighter group and the cloud of drones below.

New brilliance quickly gathered in the muzzle of the cannon.

But by then it was too late. Even nuclear-powered mechs, which had no shortage of energy, couldn't gather a second wave of light in time.

The brilliant flames reached the outer opening of the mech, then reached out and slapped the cockpit canopy.

boom--

With a deafening roar, the cockpit canopy was smashed open instantly, and a figure engulfed in flames burst through the breach and into the cockpit.

A stout middle-aged man was sitting in the driver's seat. He looked up at Heo in horror and asked, "Hawk, what are you doing?"

This broad, stout man was none other than Hawke's former deputy commander, and now his temporary commander.

He Ao walked to the cockpit, and his finger bones, encased in flames, tapped the control panel lightly, activating the global broadcast.

The burly man didn't notice He Ao's movements; he only saw He Ao approaching. He roared hoarsely, "Hawk, you can't kill me! Are you betraying the board? You can't kill me without the board's permission! If you kill me, the board won't let you off! You'll be wanted by the entire Federation!"

He Ao simply walked calmly to his side, reached out and pressed his head down, his hoarse and aged voice echoing in the spacious cockpit, "I don't need their permission."

In an instant, raging flames engulfed his broad, stout body, burning intensely until he was reduced to ashes.

At this moment, He Ao also turned around and looked down at the quiet tanks and fighter jets through the omnidirectional monitoring screen in the cockpit.

The entire legion fell silent in that instant.

Even the dragon rider fighter squadron, which was originally directly under the deputy commander, fell into a brief silence.

He Ao quietly gazed at the legion in the night, and said in a hoarse voice, "The battle is over."

The raging flames instantly subsided into his body, transforming into layers of flesh and blood, his white hair supporting his blood-stained clothes.

The silent whispers echoed on the radio channel, reverberating throughout the night.

The night fell into a brief silence, and the fierce battle between the pursuers and Hawke's confidants in the distance ceased at this moment.

He Ao glanced at the control panel in front of him, which was starting to report errors rapidly, reached into his pocket, took out a silver key, and inserted it into a keyhole inside the control panel.

As soon as the successful code pairing pop-up appeared, the error message on the control panel disappeared instantly.

Having served as a commander for so many years and piloted mechs for so many years, Hawke couldn't possibly have left no backup plan.

He disconnected the network and pulled the joystick.

The massive mech fired a flashbang into the sky.

The middle-aged man on the ground looked up and saw this scene, and breathed a sigh of relief.

A small mech landed quickly beside him, and he swiftly climbed onto it.

The densely packed troops around them made no reaction whatsoever, as if none of this had happened.

The corpses that rose from the wasteland, engulfed in flames, fell back onto the earth, the raging fire fading from their bodies.

The middle-aged man climbed into the cockpit, glanced at the young man piloting the mecha, and said, "Let's go. The commander has ordered us to disperse and retreat, and await his further orders."

Several small mechs quickly landed nearby and collected the remains of their companions.

The middle-aged man turned around and looked up at the sky.

The black mech standing in the sky began to rise again and disappeared into the night.

The small mechs on the ground also quickly took off and disappeared into the depths of the night.

Only when all sounds ceased in the night did the densely packed tanks and aircraft slowly retreat, disappearing into the darkness as well.

-

Serovice City - Gatespin Group Headquarters Building
Bright light shone on the old solid wood desk, illuminating the figures on either side of it.

"So, your plan to capture him failed?" The leader looked up at a middle-aged man sitting on the other side of the desk. "An entire mercenary group, plus help from our friends, and Hawke still managed to escape?"

“Hawk’s reputation within the mercenary group has exceeded our expectations,” the middle-aged man said in a hoarse voice, bowing his head. “After the death of Vice-Captain Dorn, the entire mercenary group almost gave up on the pursuit of Hawkk.”

"Is this the first time we've heard that Hawke has a high reputation in the mercenary group?" The leading figure glanced at the middle-aged man and asked slowly.

“Our plan is very meticulous,” the middle-aged man said, lowering his head and lowering his voice.

"The Illusionary Badge is enough to suppress Hawke, preventing him from using his abilities and severely injuring him. Although Dorn's reputation is not high enough, he has been with the mercenary group for a long time. As long as he is alive, he can suppress the mercenary group, at least to make them send people to participate in the pursuit. That way, even without using large-scale weapons like the Sky Beast, we can deal with Hawke."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "However, we didn't expect that Hawke would be able to withstand the attack of the Phantom Badge and even manage to turn the tables under its attack."

He raised his hand, and beams of light lit up on his desk, displaying a holographic projection of a wasteland. "This is what happened on the scene back then."

The figure in the lead didn't ask any more questions, but instead lowered his head and looked at the holographic projection on the desk.

He didn't say a word throughout the entire process, but when he saw the old man in the projection pull out the illusory bone, his eyebrows twitched slightly.

“Hawk has worked with us for so many years,” the middle-aged man beside him said slowly after the holographic projection had finished, “and we only just learned that he had this ability.”

"His son is a fanatic of K, isn't he?" the leader suddenly asked.

The middle-aged man was taken aback, seemingly not understanding why the leader was asking such a question, but he quickly lowered his head and nodded, saying, "Yes, according to the intelligence we have received, his son was one of the main organizers of the large-scale demonstration in Irons not long ago."

“This is also one of the reasons why the Alliance requires us to get rid of him,” another thin figure slowly chimed in. “They suspect that Hawke is likely to side with Dawn City, and given his prestige and abilities, this would be very disadvantageous for us.”

“But the problem now is,” a woman dressed as a wealthy lady on the other side sneered, “we failed to deal with him and let him escape. He might not have sided with Dawn City originally, but now he definitely will. Some idiots have driven away the group’s most prestigious mercenary leader. Before the battle even started, we’ve already cut off our own arm.”

"What's the point of you mocking us here? Go explain to the Alliance if you have the guts." The thin figure immediately looked at the noblewoman and retorted.

"Oh, your alliance is so important, and you're so eager to serve it?" The noblewoman sneered. "Do you think if we suffer heavy losses in this battle, your alliance will put us on the dinner table too? Is this your first time doing business? Didn't your father teach you anything?"

She slightly raised her head, looking at the thin figure, "Or is it because you've been soaking in your villa's large swimming pool for too long, letting the urine from the pool flow into your brain, thus amplifying your already uncontrollable stupidity? But I can understand you. Your ancient families like to have close relatives marry each other, so it's reasonable that your brain is naturally different from that of normal people."

Upon hearing this, the several figures who had remained silent lowered their heads, burying their faces deep inside, their shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

Faint, suppressed laughter echoed in the office.

“Meidara! You!” The thin figure stood up abruptly, his face flushed.

boom--

That was the sound of the leader's fingers tapping lightly on the table.

Hearing this voice, the thin figure pressed his heaving chest and sat back down. He looked at the noblewoman and said hoarsely, "Meidara, I know you and Hawke are having an affair, which is why you've been speaking up for him."

“First of all, Hawke hasn’t slept with me yet. I always act with the interests of the group in mind,” the lady leaned back in her chair, looking at the thin figure and gaunt face, her long eyebrows swaying slightly. “Secondly, I don’t like muscular, charismatic older men. Do you think I’d prefer an old family ‘young nobleman’ who can only rely on his family background to deceive women and on the medical team at Stars Pharmaceuticals to delay his ejaculation by thirty seconds?”

"You—" The thin figure's face flushed even more.

The shoulders of the several figures around them, who were also looking down, trembled even more violently.

"Did I hit a nerve?" The noblewoman raised an eyebrow slightly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I didn't know you were like that—"

boom--

Just as she was about to continue speaking, a soft sound rang out on the table.

She turned her head to look at the leading figure whose fingers were lightly tapping on the table, shut her mouth, and sat back in her chair.

The leader slightly raised his gaze, sweeping it over everyone present. "Given the current situation, what solutions do you have?"

Everyone sat up straight in that instant.

“Hawk shouldn’t have gone far now,” the middle-aged man who had spoken first said quickly. “We can contact the city defense forces of nearby cities we control and ask them to help stop him. Then we can send a prestigious high-ranking officer to take over the First Mercenary Group.”

He raised his hand, revealing a map on the table. "Our Third Mercenary Group is stationed not far away. We can move the Third Mercenary Group there to surround and kill Hawke. With two mercenary groups and a full set of equipment, we should be able to take down Hawke."

When he presented this plan, everyone present, except for the leader, had a somber expression.

"So, your idea is to have the Third Mercenary Group, which Hawke built himself, capture him?" The noblewoman beside her sneered. "You're prepared to spend a lot of resources and wealth to hunt down our original leader? Did he sleep with your wife? Is that why you're being so stupid?"

The middle-aged man's face stiffened.

“Meidara,” the leading figure didn’t comment on the middle-aged man’s plan, but looked at the noblewoman, “what are your thoughts?”

“Sir,” the lady said softly, looking at the leading figure, “I think this is not our business. For the sake of our allies, we have already lost a powerful and reliable leader and gained a terrible B-rank enemy. Our allies should at least feel a sense of involvement.”

“I think Ms. Medara makes a good point,” a figure in the corner said slowly. “Sir, we can share Hawk’s information with the Alliance and issue an arrest warrant so that they can go to the trouble of capturing him. According to their reasoning, since Hawk is very likely to side with Dawn City, they cannot just watch Hawk get away with it.”

He paused, then said slowly, "We've already suffered enough losses this time. It's not worth wasting more resources before they offer us more benefits."

boom--

"Then let's proceed with this plan." The leading figure tapped the table lightly and said calmly and gently.

He looked down at the holographic projection flashing on the table, lost in thought.

-

South Gate of Sain

"Hello, please show me your identification." The young man in the city defense uniform looked at the densely packed convoy in front of him, saluted, and asked quickly.

A man in a simple uniform with an overlapping double triangle emblem on his chest stepped out of the lead vehicle, took out a card, and handed it to the young city defense soldier. "Ivis Space System, transporting military supplies."

"Military supplies?" Upon hearing this, the young city defense soldier was slightly taken aback. He took the card from the man's hand and put it into the machine next to him.

After a soft beep, the machine lit up with a green light.

He took out the card, turned around, and handed it to the man. "Hello, there's no problem with the identity verification."

The man took the card and was about to turn and get into the car when the young city defense soldier quickly spoke up, "Sir, according to regulations, to prevent lethal weapons from entering the city, military supplies must undergo a thorough security check."

He glanced at the convoy behind him. "Would it be convenient for you to open the carriage so we can inspect it?"

Upon hearing this, the man's face immediately darkened. He looked at the young city guard and asked, "You want to check our car?"

Just then, a middle-aged soldier who was inspecting other convoys nearby saw this scene, immediately walked over, pulled the young city guard aside, and said with a smile, "Sorry, we won't check, we won't check. This young man doesn't know any better; he's new here."

He raised his hand and opened the barrier in front of him. "Gentlemen, you may enter now."

The middle-aged man didn't say anything, but went straight back to the car and started the engine.

The entire convoy began to slowly drive into the city gate.

"Are you crazy? Don't you want to work anymore?" Only after the convoy had completely entered the city gate did the middle-aged soldier turn around to look at the young city defense soldiers behind him. "This is the Ivis Space System's convoy."

"The Ives space system also has to follow the rules," the young city defense soldier said angrily, looking at the convoy.

“Don’t say that to me. Say it to those councilors who make the rules,” the middle-aged soldier shook his head. “Let’s see if they listen to you or the Ives Space System.”

The young soldiers of the city defense force were speechless for a moment.

"Alright, let's get to work." The middle-aged soldier turned around and walked back to his post.

The young city garrison soldier turned his head and glanced at the convoy entering the city gate, gritting his teeth slightly.

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As the convoy entered the city, the passenger door of the lead vehicle was opened from the inside, and an elderly man with white hair stepped out of the vehicle and into the street.

The car doors closed automatically, and the convoy continued forward, as if nothing had happened.

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