On the road to Bagalos Shelter, the troops from the Gene Primordial were still entangled with the ambushers the Truth Society had set up.
When the ambush first struck, the Gene Primordial's forces had suffered heavy losses. Several vehicles leading the way had been blown up.
But Basque, the military representative, was no ordinary man. He had lived up to the high hopes the leadership had placed in him, quickly calming down from his fury and beginning to direct the troops and the Intelligence Bureau in a counterattack.
In terms of individual combat ability, the Gene Primordial and the Truth Society weren't far apart. But when it came to battlefield coordination, the Gene Primordial, which had fought in many major battles, had the edge.
So even though the Truth Society had the advantage of the ambush, as time passed, the two sides gradually returned to a deadlock.
"Boom, boom, boom—"
The sound of exploding shells mixed with the crack of gunfire, composing a song of death across the battlefield.
Inside the command vehicle, Basque, Lu Yuelin, and the head of the Third Division watched their forces trade blows with the ambushers by the roadside, their expressions grim.
This wasn't the situation they wanted.
For Lu Yuelin and the head of the Third Division, every extra moment of delay put the agents sent to Bagalos Shelter in greater danger.
As for Basque, he had come here to destroy the Truth Society's base. Before setting out, he'd even pounded his chest and promised he'd get the job done beautifully. With things turning out like this, even if he ultimately won, he wouldn't gain anything from it.
They had to find a way to break the deadlock.
Basque's gaze fell on the Intelligence Bureau's two bigwigs.
For the sake of his own record,