Boom!
The passenger plane that had just taken off burst into brilliant fireworks in midair.
The large airliner carrying a hundred people disintegrated in an instant.
Flames swallowed everyone aboard before they could even struggle.
"Open fire!"
The Federation Special Operations Team, which had long been lying in ambush outside the airport, seized the chance to storm inside.
Gunfire and cannon fire erupted from every direction.
"Long live the Federation!"
"I knew the Federation wouldn't let these bandits get away!"
"Yeah!"
The Federation citizens outside erupted in deafening cheers.
Yet behind those cheers, a hundred or so people from Overlord Stronghold had been reduced to ashes.
Duan Ka reacted first. He turned and roared, "Hijack a plane! Take off immediately! Save whoever you can!"
"Don't board the planes!" Zuo Ju locked his gaze on Wells and roared.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The words had barely left his mouth.
More than a dozen planes at the airport exploded simultaneously.
The Federation had never intended to let them leave.
"Get into the crowd!"
Hu Du whirled his twin chains, hurling the burning planes on the runway at the charging Special Duty Team.
The battle erupted.
"Motherfucker, let's fight them to the death!"
"Grab your weapons!"
"Return fire!"
"Hold your ground!"
The hardened bandits of Overlord Stronghold were no less proficient in combat than regular soldiers.
After only a few seconds of confusion, they steadied their formation.
Using the aircraft wreckage as cover, they decisively opened fire on the cops pouring in from every direction.
"You plundered so much wealth, and you still think you can run?" Wells tore off his shirt, the fury he had kept bottled up for so long erupting at once.
A terrifying Eight-Awakening Peak aura enveloped the sky.
In an instant, bright sunshine gave way to looming black clouds.