Biological Combat Weapon
Four days later, five Il-76 transport planes carrying out a secret transport mission quietly arrived at Jodhpur Airport in India's Rajasthan, southeast of the Tar Desert.
The transport fleet had barely touched down when a group of cranes and heavy trucks that had been waiting at the airport hurriedly hauled away the unloaded standard containers. The whole process took less than two hours.
Not a single employee from airport customs or any of the relevant departments showed up. As long as these bloated, greedy bastards received enough benefits, they could turn a blind eye to anything. Even if what was being brought in were nuclear weapons. That was right—India already had nuclear weapons. What difference would one or two more make?
At most, a few untouchables would be blown to pieces and sent on to their next lives. So this hardly counted as a problem!
Nearly every usable member of the Saint's Association in India had been mobilized.
"Rrrr!~~~~"
The living creature that had remained silent inside the container throughout the journey seemed to know that it had arrived at its destination. It let out an impatient growl from within the box.
Watching the cranes unload the containers onto the ground, Enmenam muttered to himself, "A monster!"
A vague unease welled up inside him. No matter how the Saints tried to reassure him, he still could not bring himself to trust these so-called biological combat weapons.
"Bal, want to give it a try? These big fellows haven't eaten in forty-eight hours, so they're at their weakest."
The Saint of "Strength," Heracles Enzo Camillo, had not forgotten to egg on the Saint of "Weapons," who refused to believe in anything supernatural.
Since the Armored Nightmare was a biological combat weapon, then according to Bal's own words, it was