The transport plane came to a stop, but the runway was deserted.
The lead guard glanced out the window, then turned back and muttered a few words to the other guards. Dalia could roughly make out that he was complaining about why no one had come to meet them.
Or rather, their supposed contact should have appeared, but had not.
In any case, they chose to leave the transport plane. The cabin door slowly lowered with the tortured creak of metal, and a guard wielding a halberd-like weapon was the first to descend the stairs.
"Something's strange. Be careful."
The guard behind him gave the order, but the first one did not stop.
Dalia looked up at the scene outside. A building roughly five or six stories tall stood on the right side of the runway, seemingly equipped with defensive weapons.
But she was certain that if anyone was inside that building right now, they would definitely be able to see the transport plane and recognize the guards' armor.
Then, the next second, she heard the response from those gun turrets.
Thud thud thud thud!
Heavy autocannon rounds flew toward the lead guard, smashing countless enormous craters into the ground and flinging dust and chunks of rock into the air.
The massive bullets hammered the big fellow from head to toe, making his armor ring and clatter.
The leader stared at the scene in astonishment.
He was the captain, and that was one of his subordinates. The airport's weapons had opened fire on a guard, and he could not tell whether the airport defenders had recognized them as guards.
The attacked guard twisted as he fell backward, then instinctively ran beneath the plane's belly to find cover.
But another explosive impact hurled him into the air. At last, clad in