147: Adrenaline: Go ahead and initiate the raid, I'll take care of the buffs and stuff.

"Thump, thump, thump."

The remaining distance in the corridor was short.

After rounding a corner, an even more intense stench rushed toward him, catching him off guard.

He couldn't quite describe exactly how many terrible odors were mixed together; he only knew that, in that moment, he hated the alien that had broken his powered armor's internal circulation system even more.

He looked up, tracing the source of the smell to a ventilation duct, its exit covered by a locked iron grate.

He shimmied over and looked down.

At first glance, his pupils dilated in shock—below was a supply distribution warehouse, and inside a space enclosed by several half-human-high iron railings, a massive crowd of... people were crammed!

Each person had only enough space to stand on, and some couldn't even touch the ground, suspended in mid-air by the tide of people pressing in from all sides.

Fear, panic, confusion, numbness... negativity and despair appeared on their faces and permeated the air.

"Lu lu lu lu! Lu lu—lu lu lu lu!"

Suddenly, an alien cry rang out, causing a stir in the crowd. He looked up to see five aliens carrying two boxes, stopping on one side of the iron railings.

The Pilot in the duct had his attention caught as well. He looked at the five aliens; they seemed to be in a great hurry. After setting the boxes down, they stood facing the crowd.

The crowd blocked part of his view, but he still instinctively felt that something was wrong.

Based on the aliens he had seen along the way, they were packing things up in a panic, as if they were retreating, which most likely meant his comrades had already broken through.

The aliens shouldn't be bothering with these people at a time like this, unless...

And those few aliens were already looking at the crowd, starting to shout in broken Human Common:

"Human laborers! Now! We are here to announce the task assigned to you by General Guluwaer!"

"For the sake of confidentiality, you cannot see your superiors or the route!"

"This is to protect you!"

"So! Now! Close your eyes!"

"Attention everyone, about—face!!!"

Hearing this, his pupils constricted sharply—he could figure out what these aliens were up to with his toes!

Oh no! It was too late!

There was no time to think. He dropped the bag on his shoulder, protected his chest with his arms, and without any hesitation, activated the two rapid-maneuver thrusters on the back of his powered armor—

The agile powered armor he was wearing was so small that it was almost just an Exoskeleton, and the thrusters on the back didn't have much output power.

However, it was enough for him to knock open the latch of the iron door—

As soon as the five aliens saw the humans obediently turn around, they immediately pulled out two mechanisms. The two boxes suddenly split open to the sides, revealing two twin-mounted Autocannons and their grinning operators.

"Bang—!!!"

Just as the alien operating the machine gun was about to pull the trigger, a loud boom erupted.

They looked up just in time to see a large red figure smash through the one-meter-wide ventilation duct iron gate, flying straight toward them like a cannonball—

"Thud!!!"

The moment he saw those two Autocannons, Pilot A992 knew—he had guessed right!

These aliens were going to "dispose" of these humans!

What blasphemy!

"Aliens! Die!"

There was no time to pull his gun from his back, so he drew the combat knife from his waist, adjusted his posture in mid-air, and kicked one of the machine guns hard.

The twin barrels bent instantly. The two aliens operating that machine gun hadn't even reacted before their throats were slit by a blade that left a trailing afterimage—they didn't even have time to scream.

"Lu lu lu lu lu lu lu lu!!!" (Enemy attack! Enemy attack!)

"Lu lu lu lu lu lu lu lu!!!" (They've already broken in!!! Run!!!)

The remaining seven aliens finally reacted, letting out panicked shrieks and fleeing in all directions.

But before they could scatter, Pilot 992 lunged forward again using his back thrusters, rushing to the other Autocannon. He grabbed the barrel that hadn't fully turned yet, pulled it back hard, and knocked the gunner down with two kicks.

Then, he raised his knife and, one by one, nailed those two aliens to the ground.

"Bang, bang, bang!!!"

"Squelch!"

Suddenly, a few gunshots rang out.

Almost simultaneously, he felt an impact on his right shoulder—

"Lu lu lu lu! (He's alone!)"

"Lu lu lu! (Counterattack!)"

Among those few aliens, the one who looked like a squad leader reacted first.

It drew its sidearm and began firing back at Pilot 992.

A numb, warm sensation spread from his right shoulder. He didn't have time to worry about his injury; instinctively, he used his left hand to draw the pistol hanging at his waist, aimed at the alien squad leader, and pulled the trigger—

But when he saw what was in his hand, he shouted in his heart: bu hao!

He had drawn the wrong gun!

However, under his gaze, the golden hammer cocked back, the cylinder rotated back one notch, and then it struck down hard—

"Boom!!!"

There was a bullet!

A heavy, muffled, yet real gunshot rang out in his hand, and the squad leader that had been rallying the aliens just a second ago had half its head blown off instantly.

He looked at the pistol in his hand in surprise,

"Damn! This old thing is pretty powerful!"

At this moment, several aliens hid behind cover, chattering away, seemingly calling for reinforcements.

He looked to his side; one of the two twin-mounted Autocannons was still intact.

So, he braced one with his left hand, locked the joints of his powered armor, and then pulled the trigger hard—

A dense spray of steel balls wreathed in electric arcs poured out of the barrel, easily shredding the aliens and their cover into a honeycomb in mere seconds.

Heavy Machine Gun: You and your cover are just as laughable.

It wasn't until the heavy machine gun in his hand made the dry-firing sound of being out of ammo that he released the trigger and dropped the steaming heavy machine gun.

"Boom!!!"

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out behind him.

He froze and quickly turned around to find a man in tattered work clothes.

He didn't know when the man had untied his hands, picked up an alien sidearm, and shot down an alien preparing to ambush him from behind.

"Hoo—"

Seeing this, he finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.

The adrenaline began to fade, and the burning pain in his right shoulder finally flooded in.

But he didn't care about that; he walked straight up to the man who had picked up the gun and asked,

"What's your name? What was your job before?"

The man was stunned and quickly replied,

"Report, sir! My name is Shi Lei! I used to be a worker at this shipyard!"

He nodded and continued,

"Shi Lei, I am now appointing you as the overall person in charge of everyone present. Organize everyone; the aliens just now might have called for reinforcements! We must evacuate as soon as possible!"

"Remember to take those alien weapons!"

Shi Lei shouted immediately,

"Yes!"

"But... sir, may I ask what you are called?"

Pilot 992 paused. Oh, right, he had been on stage for so long and still didn't have a name?

No, no, no, that wouldn't do; without a name, he'd just be an extra.

He quickly replied,

"I am an ordinary Pilot, currently here executing an infiltration mission. You can call me Sergeant Silas."

At this moment, at the port of Factory No. 7, a large number of alien Warships had already ignited their engines.

Guluwaer stood on the Bridge of its flagship, the "Bloody Conquest," listening to reports from various departments, its already disgusting green face scrunching up even more.

"What do you mean the enemy is about to reach the Starport?"

"All the things I collected are gone?"

Every piece of bad news made it even more furious—

Where on earth did these humans pop out from?

How could they have the audacity to sail here using the Gravity Conduit without supplies or a way back, just to land on a factory?

They were truly crazy! Crazy! Crazy!

It casually grabbed an ornament made from a human skull from its side and smashed it hard against the ground—it was made from the cranium of a human lieutenant colonel it had captured.

"Report, General! The enemy's heavy fire support is too strong! They are only two defensive lines away from us!"

"We can't penetrate their powered armor!"

Hearing this report, Guluwaer knew it couldn't wait any longer.

Damn it!

It had collected a sidearm belonging to a member of the royal family of the human Second Empire!

These damnable humans!

There was no other choice; its life was more important.

It shouted orders,

"Attention everyone! Open the Starport gates! The fleet is departing!"

"Large Warships first!"

Immediately—the massive gates of the Starport slowly opened outward, revealing the pitch-black starry sky.

In Guluwaer's eyes—that was its safe haven.

"Hurry! Don't block the shipping lane! As long as we get out of the port, we'll be safe!"

It shouted on the general channel.

However, was that really the case?

The storm, still in the warp lane, said nothing, simply accelerating blindly.