Sunshine Beach.
Pudis's pale face was creased with worry.
An intense sense of danger kept washing over him.
Though Old Ninth and the others were covered in wounds, they radiated a terrifying fighting spirit.
Meanwhile, more than half the Alliance fighters he led were already dead or wounded.
What he feared most had happened after all.
The First War Zone had made a forceful entrance.
The Old Man had expressed his displeasure through hard-line measures.
Unwilling to accept this, he picked up the Satellite Phone and dialed the number of the captain not far away.
"Jack, send men ashore."
"As long as we kill these people, the Dragon Kingdom's unchallengeable authority will suffer a serious blow."
"The prerequisite for the dragon-slaying plan is weakening the Dragon Kingdom's image as a hegemon in the minds of people in the Asia Region."
Pudis urged him agitatedly.
And the dragon-slaying plan he spoke of would become the most terrifying major event the Dragon Kingdom would face in the near future.
"Sorry, Pudis, my old friend. Right now, we... I'm afraid we can't give you support."
Jack stared regretfully at the star-like dots crowding the radar screen.
What did a hundred fighter aircraft mean?
They could wipe out most of the world's fleets in an instant.
"This is our best chance!"
Pudis roared, unwilling to accept it.
He knew that if they missed this chance, killing Little White Tiger would be impossible.
"I don't have authorization to start a war. Congress hasn't ordered an all-out war against the Dragon Kingdom. I can't provoke one."
Jack kindly reminded him, "Pudis, please be patient. The opportunity you want will come soon."
The current situation was that neither the Alliance fleet nor the Dragon Kingdom's fighter aircraft dared fire the first shot.
But that balance would not