Fatal Air Raid (III)

"Boss! Is this really gonna work?"

"Shut it!"

"But..."

"I said shut it!"

Uzgub growled, drew the pistol at his waist, and fired several shots backward without even turning his head. Kimzod's squawking immediately ceased.

"Get your weapons ready!"

Plummeting rapidly from high altitude to low altitude brought immense pressure. Uzgub narrowed his eyes, struggling to focus his slightly blurred vision.

The roar of the engines pushed to their limits gradually faded away from him. Now, he was the only one left in this cramped space...

Half an hour earlier, Guk had given him a special mission: lead a flight squadron and eliminate several high-value targets. As for where the intelligence had come from, Guk offered no explanation, and Uzgub did not ask.

All he needed to know was where to go and what to bomb.

"There are three big gits!"

Kimzod did not stay quiet for long.

"I can see 'em! Don't need you tellin' me!"

That was what Uzgub said, but he was genuinely shocked. He had not expected Guk's high-value targets to be three massive war machines. They looked a lot like Morkanauts.

Of course, by Uzgub's standards of beauty, they were far too "scrawny." They were nowhere near as sturdy as Morkanauts, which suited the Shrimp's nature perfectly.

"Boss! What do we do?"

Killer's racket came over the comm speaker, his voice brimming with anticipation.

"The bombs we brought might not be enough!"

That was Spikeball, that idiot, complaining. Uzgub really wanted to give him a burst from his gun.

"Split up! I'll take the outermost one! You two go after the other two! Remember—don't drop the bombs until you're close!"

Truthfully, the thought of three Breakers taking out three massive war machines was insane enough.

But it was precisely that insanity that made Uzgub so