Watching the expectant look on the officer’s face, the soldier hesitated and extended one finger.
Before he could say anything, Feodor had already stepped forward and spoke:
"One? Are you saying, one squadron? Yes, to be able to come from New York City so quickly, they must have utilized the advantage of aerial mobility... Um, tell me quickly, which team is it, and how many planes are there?"
Hearing this, the soldier’s finger paused in mid-air, wanting to retract it, but not knowing how to face his boss’s expectant gaze next.
Finally, he bit his teeth and said helplessly:
"Commander, there’s no squadron you mentioned. The reinforcements from the Hurricane Bureau only sent one plane..."
Feodor was stunned, somewhat doubting his own ears.
"What did you say? One plane?"
"Yes, Commander sir."
At this point, the soldier also threw caution to the wind, shrugged his shoulders, and wore a helpless look.
Feodor slammed the table, his eyes full of anger.
"Are you mocking me!? Is this it? Is this what you call reinforcements!?"
"This, Commander sir, this is what Director Lune himself said..."
The soldier wore a look of grievance.
Feodor was even more infuriated at the time.
He pointed his finger at the guy in front of him, intending to say something, when suddenly the communicator next to him lit up, signaling an incoming call request.
"Hm? Is it the Hurricane Bureau...?"
He waved his hand for the soldier to leave, who then ran off as if pardoned.
"This is the Fourth Army Temporary Command, Feodor Moktar, Director Lune, where are you now...?"
Although Feodor was angry, he could not possibly show it during the call with Lune.
After all, the other party was of a much higher rank than he was, and he wouldn’t dare to show disrespect in front of him.
From the other end of the communicator, Lune’s calm voice came:
"Mr. Moktar, we have arrived at the outskirts, are currently locking on the target location, preparing to launch a missile attack, please immediately evacuate the personnel from the central area."
Upon hearing this, Feodor knew they were planning an initial bombardment.
He immediately did not dare to delay, quickly using the communication system to recall some people in the front.
Then, a bulky missile was launched from the east, heading straight for the Dimension Rift in the sky.
Its speed was not too fast; everyone could even clearly track its trajectory.
The missile slowly approached the Dimension Rift in the sky and then suddenly split into dozens of smaller missiles, covering that small area of the airspace completely.
"Boom boom boom boom boom!"
A series of deafening explosions erupted, even affecting the temporary command camp on the outskirts.
At this moment, everyone felt everything around them shaking, the explosion had changed the color of the sky and earth.
After a slight discomfort, Feodor once again looked toward the sky on the screen, his face showing astonishment.
He saw that the monsters that had been freely soaring earlier were now almost completely gone, as if vaporized.
The strike from the Hurricane Bureau had just cleared the area, killing all the Alien Species near the Dimension Rift.
Seeing this, Feodor was very surprised.
The monsters that were usually difficult to deal with had now turned into paper, scattered all across the ground in pieces.
It is known that these monsters are very difficult to kill.
Sometimes, even if you blast their bodies apart, they can still move freely, and even if you blow up their heads, they can still function for a while.
However, this time, the Hurricane Bureau had used a super weapon that had cleared the area in one fell swoop, giving the tank squads below a breather.
"This, this is... an aerial burst mother-child bomb? How could it be so powerful? I feel like he’s dropped a nuclear bomb on our heads!"
Feodor murmured to himself, by now, he clearly no longer had any complaints about the Hurricane Bureau’s support.
With such powerful firepower, the number of people didn’t really matter anymore.
What he didn’t know, however, was that the missile launched by the Hurricane Bureau, though a type of mother-child bomb, had been specially modified to target these monsters, a new type of missile designed specifically for them.
This kind of missile was large, slow, and had a wide signal radius, basically unsuitable for regular military combat.
Its only advantage was its exceptionally great power.
Among regular missiles, it ranked at the top, with killing power comparable to a small nuclear explosion, specifically meant to deal with tough-skinned monsters that couldn’t intercept in versatile ways.
However, as powerful as this missile was, its cost was also very high.
Just that one strike alone could have covered several rounds of continuous bombing with ordinary missiles, so it was rarely needed.
At this moment, on the aircraft at the periphery of the Dimension Rift, Lune was looking at the results of their recent battle, filled with satisfaction.
But the next moment, his slightly joyful expression froze on his face.
Dense gray figures emerged again at the emptied edge of the Dimension Rift, still the same type of Stone Statue Demons, but now even more numerous than before.