After leaving the Command Center, Sweet jumped into a Base Vehicle. The driver immediately stepped on the gas, and the vehicle roared toward the Mecha Docking Bay.
More than a hundred warriors set out with Sweet. They were the base's elite troops, all rigorously trained.
That much was obvious from the way they moved without making a sound, their expressions grim—or rather, completely expressionless.
If not for the rise and fall of their chests, they would have looked more like machines.
Killing machines!
With more than a hundred elite soldiers, Sweet arrived at the Mecha Docking Bay.
On the way there, Sweet had already ordered the personnel inside the dock to evacuate. He was certain that the detestable rat who had damaged the mecha was still there.
Yes.
That rat was simply too detestable!
Not to mention the Justice Apostle—even a Knight Mecha was valuable property belonging to Freedom Wings.
Now, not only had multiple mecha been damaged, but the Justice Apostle had also suffered some damage.
Although the Apostle Mecha's armor was extremely special and not easily damaged, Sweet judged that even if his Justice Apostle had sustained damage, the problem should not be serious.
And anyone capable of infiltrating the base and destroying the restraints could not possibly be a fool.
If he could reach that conclusion, then that rat certainly could as well.
So why had the other party done this, knowing that it posed only a limited threat to the Justice Apostle?
The answer was obvious.
The other party wanted to lure him over.
Sweet had guessed that this was a possibility, but he had still come.
Because he had no choice.
Since the other party could destroy the restraints, they only needed to expend a little more effort. No matter how special the Justice Apostle's