Chapter 622: Chapter 46 Jason, We’re Going to Kill Your Friend!
The clock had long since passed midnight, and the entire ‘Cherry City’ was silent as a grave.
The streetlights were bright, the roads wide, and the occasional passing car would startle a burst of dogs barking and cats meowing, which quickly subsided into silence again amid people’s scolding.
In ‘Cherry City,’ even residents who couldn’t afford a yard were keen on keeping a dog.
It was both a companion and a guardian.
After all, everyone knew that at night, a dog’s vigilance far exceeded that of a human.
But even the most alert dogs were unable to detect the Sabie Aliens cloaked in invisibility, standing silent as shadows, quietly waiting for the signal.
Time ticked by, second by second.
At the command, three teams of scouts led by three Assaulters headed straight for Cherry City’s council building, police station, and hospital.
Their objectives were crystal clear.
To eliminate Cherry City’s landmark buildings, defensive forces, and medical logistics.
Naturally, to coordinate with those ‘infiltrators’ for a massacre.
To announce their arrival with blood.
Like shadows, or like ghosts.
The three Sabie Alien assault teams neared their respective targets.
Mosa, as a ‘warrior’ among the Sabie Aliens, chose the heavily defended council building.
Standing in the shadow, he used the heat imaging on his mask to lock onto the guards inside the council building, and then signaled to the scouts following him with a wave of his hand.
It wasn’t to have these scouts attack or act together.
Rather, it was to have them stay put.
He alone was enough to cut through the entire council building.
The scouts immediately concealed themselves.
Mosa, cloaked in invisibility, approached the council building.
At the entrance, two armed guards stood left and right, but they couldn’t see Mosa’s approach at all.
To Nosa, this was already routine.
This planet was not only backward but also ignorant.
If it weren’t for some unexpected occurrences, these humans would have long been their slaves.
However, although the unexpected did happen, the outcome would ultimately not change!
"Let your blood herald victory!”
Mosa thought coldly in his heart.
Then, the Bowl Blade on his arm slowly extended.
Cold, and sharp-edged.
Just like the Broad Blade Cleaver that was approaching slowly behind him.
The council building’s guards couldn’t see Mosa.
Mosa likewise couldn’t see Jason, shrouded in the night.
The rabbit chewed on the grass.
The wolf watched the rabbit.
The hunter’s gun aimed at the wolf, protecting the sheep.
In nature, hunter and prey were never fixed roles.
Just like at this moment.
The Bowl Blade thrust!
The Bowl Blade was fast, but the cleaver was faster.
The Assaulter’s head flew high, and the stench of blood spread.
The ice hockey mask flashed once in the night and disappeared.
When he appeared again, he was already beside the scouts.
These scouts had no time to react; they only saw their commander’s head being suddenly seized, and then a tall, strong figure appeared before them.
Armor shattered, bones snapped and tendons tore.
The two scouts at the front were sent flying, crashing into the scouts behind them.
Then, a thick fog spread!
So dense you couldn’t see your hand in front of you, within the fog, Jason’s feet spun like dancing a waltz. The cleaver in his hand left trails of cold light in the air, reaping lives like the scythe of the Reaper.
The sound of the blade cutting through flesh became the waltz’s unique accompaniment.
Death was the sole melody.
[Whirlwind Strength]!
Combined, the two were a lethal dance of death.
The scouts remaining in place were utterly unprepared.
They were dumbstruck.
Not just by the surprise, but also by the sheer speed.
From the death of their leader to the spread of death amongst them, it was but the blink of an eye.
By the time they came to their senses, half of the ten-man team was dead or wounded.
And then, a crueler fate descended upon them.
Roaring flames burst forth within the dense fog.
Like an invisible dragon exhaling Dragon Breath.
The conical blast of fire swept over, leaving a field of charred corpses.
Limbs and heads scattered, blood flowed freely, charred corpses strewn about, with Jason in his ice hockey mask standing amidst them.
Not far away, two council building guards turned pale as they raised their guns, their bodies trembling as they stared at Jason.
One of them stammered out.
Jason paid him no attention.
This operation wasn’t a solo job.
Although he was responsible for this area, the finishes were handled by others.
"Stop, drop your guns!”
With such a command, Cortana walked out from the building, gave a salute to Jason.
The already fearful, hesitant guards immediately dropped their guns, and then they glanced at Jason who was clearing the battlefield, ultimately turning their gaze to Cortana.
Compared to the terrifying appearance of Jason, they undoubtedly preferred to deal with Cortana.
"This is a military operation, it’s classified.”