"Hi, John, Brian, McCaul."
"I'm quite interested in self-propelled artillery as well."
"In fact, as a kid I always imagined myself as a soldier charging on the battlefield."
Tel said these words as he ran over directly.
Jason frowned as he looked at Tel, wanting to remind him, but eventually not saying anything.
A little more security at home is always good.
After all, who knows what might happen, right?
"Can it hit that thing?"
"It's just that I don't know if it can penetrate."
McCaul expertly operated the control panel in front of him.
His understanding of the Sabie Aliens wasn't much, but from what he could see, their technological strength seemed to be more than a notch above theirs.
And this fact had already changed many things.
"I haven't seen the battleship in front of us at the 'Ground Reconnaissance Bureau' before, however, typical Sabie Aliens battleships all have force field shields that can block bullets and artillery attacks..."
Tel, considering it his duty to blend into this small group and learn the ways of a 'home man,' took the initiative to speak.
And amidst such conversation, the sound of propellers came from the direction of Cherry City.
Six armed helicopters flew over their heads.
"This is the 'Ground Reconnaissance Bureau's emergency team."
Jason and John both looked up.
The six armed helicopters quickly approached the Sabie Aliens' battleship.
Without any hesitation, the pilot directly flipped open the black box at his side, revealing a red button.
The unique sound of a button echoed as the missiles slung under the helicopter's stub wings were launched.
Twelve special missiles flew straight toward the Sabie Aliens battleship.
Flashes of fire appeared.
But everyone's faces were grim.
A layer of pale blue, rectangularly arranged force field shield appeared around the Sabie Aliens battleship, completely blocking the attack.
"Fire another round!"
The captain among the pilots shouted over the radio.
Whoosh, whoosh whoosh!
Another twelve missiles were fired.
This time, people could see more clearly.
Layers of light bloomed on the Sabie Aliens' rectangular defense matrix, fully illuminating the night sky.
Under the light of the fire, the blue seemed even more bizarre.
Even though cracks appeared.
But immediately, he saw that the rectangular matrix began to emit more blue light and those cracks were slowly being repaired.
"It can repair itself?!"
Tel watched the scene in astonishment.
But what shocked Tel even more was the counterattack from the Sabie Aliens' battleship.
As the rectangular matrix appeared, the charging of the main cannon stopped.
But those lower down, like tentacles, began to twist even more.
When they reached a certain threshold, these tentacles suddenly shot out.
And the distance, the coverage area, was beyond imagination.
None of the six helicopters, which were a full 200 meters away from the Sabie Aliens battleship, escaped.
They were like beings swallowed by a huge gaping mouth.
Explosions of fire flashed from between the tentacles.
The faces of all the ordinary people inside Cherry City became vacant.
They were becoming increasingly panicky.
Fear started to spread.
"Foolish ground dwellers,"
"You will never understand the mistake you've made."
Berenke's voice resounded.
Then, the tone of the invader involuntarily grew higher.
"Look what I have found!"
In a voice filled with icy killing intent, the Sabie Aliens' warship's gun ports began to swivel around.
Tel turned pale in an instant.
He had witnessed the destructive power of this main cannon with his own eyes.
One shot, and he reckoned he'd be vaporized.
John, Brian, and McCaul, however, remained composed as they operated their equipment methodically.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
16 missiles shot out directly from the gun ports.
As the missiles fired, the trio immediately jumped out of the vehicle and ran toward the room.
Their families were in the 'safe house' beneath the room.
Although the 'safe house' was 500 meters underground and protected by 300 meters of natural granite overhead, it was still dangerous if subjected to prolonged bombardment by the Sabie Aliens' warship.
So, they were preparing to deploy a little 'special weapon.'
Jason stood still without moving.
He looked up at the crumbling square formation of the Sabie Aliens' warship under the bombardment of sixteen special missiles, his eyes shimmering with an unusual light.
Being passively attacked wasn't Jason's cup of tea.
He preferred to take the offensive.
Yet, against an enemy high in the sky, he truly found himself wanting.
If only I could fly...
Jason thought silently.
Above him, the sound of something cutting through the air returned.
"Hey, dear, want a lift?"
With that distinctive tone, Jennifer appeared in the night sky on her broom, the night breeze fluttering her witch's robe and twin ponytails. With the playful bounce of her ponytails, she seemed like a sprite in the dark night, especially when she looked at Jason with a mischievous grin, exuding an extraordinary aura.
Just like... a black cat.
This time, Jason didn't refuse.
Jennifer said, and with a pat on her broom, they shot up into the air.
After a few breaths, Jennifer brought Jason above the Sabie Aliens' warship.
"You're delivering yourselves to me?"
"Did you think my attack range was only in front?"
Immediately, tentacles began to unfurl beneath the warship, reaching for Jennifer and Jason above.
Jennifer was just about to soar higher.
She was confident in her flying skills to outmaneuver the Sabie Alien and then counterattack.
However, Jason, who had been sitting behind her, relying on his stable core strength to control his body and had not touched her, suddenly stood up.
Jennifer turned her head in confusion.
In her mind, the strategy was supposed to be a cooperation between them, using each other's strengths to deal with the warship. It might take some time but it would be safe.
But Jason didn't see it that way.
Because, at this moment—