181: Chapter 181 General, Your New Toy Has Arrived

United Arab Emirates, Zafra Airbase.

General Kendour, the commander of the Middle East Joint Command, was standing on the scorching tarmac, his usually stiff military uniform collar pulled loose.

He had been waiting here for nearly an hour.

The base commander beside him had tried to persuade him to return to the air-conditioned command center several times, only to be glared back by a single look.

Joking aside, could air conditioning be better than the new toys about to arrive?

Just then, several huge black dots appeared on the distant skyline.

"They're here!" Kendour's spirits lifted as he picked up his binoculars.

Four massive C-5 Galaxy strategic transport planes slowly lowered their altitude, entering the landing approach one after another.

The roar of the giant engines grew from far to near, eventually turning into a deafening roar, kicking up dust from the ground.

Inside the base, all the Soldiers responsible for security and ground crew subconsciously stopped their work, looking up as these four behemoths landed smoothly.

They knew that some "big babies" were coming today, but no one expected such a grand display.

"General, the first batch... fifty units, all arrived." An adjutant reported in Kendour's ear, suppressing his excitement.

"I know."

Kendour put down his binoculars.

He had been waiting for this moment until he was nearly insane.

Ever since that old guy Clark showed them that "test video" at The Pentagon, the top brass of the entire Middle East Command had collectively developed "Walker" PTSD.

It was too terrifying.

That thing was simply not a product of this era.

Now, this great weapon of destruction had finally reached his hands.

"All non-essential personnel, evacuate from Tarmac No. 1! Repeat, all non-essential personnel, evacuate immediately!" A stern instruction came over the base broadcast.

The Soldiers felt as if they had been granted amnesty and retreated into the distance, leaving behind only a squad of heavily armed military police, nervously maintaining the final defensive line.

The massive nose cargo door of the leading C-5 transport plane slowly lifted, revealing a bottomless, pitch-black cargo hold.

General Kendour's heart skipped a beat.

The several generals and staff officers behind him also held their breath, staring fixedly at the opening.

Silence.

Dead silence.

The cargo hold was pitch black, with only a few red emergency lights flashing.

Suddenly, a dull sound of metal scraping against the ground came.

"Click... clack..."

A huge, dark gold limb emerged from the darkness, stepping heavily onto the transport plane's deck, making a "thud" sound.

Following that was the second, the third...

A metal scorpion over three meters long, with an appearance as ferocious as if it had crawled out of hell, slowly walked out of the cargo hold.

The sunlight shone on its dark gold carapace, reflecting a cold and deadly luster. It was not metal, but a strange substance never seen before, between carapace and metal, covered with complex biological textures.

Its forelimbs were two huge sharp blades over a meter and a half long, with edges gleaming coldly. The tail raised high behind it had a slightly opened biological muzzle filled with glands at the tip.

"My God..." a young major staff officer couldn't help but gasp in a low voice, his face turning pale.

Which of the U Federation Soldiers present was not a battle-hardened elite? They had seen tanks, artillery shells, and the most tragic battlefields.

But they had never seen something like this.

The oppressive feeling brought by this thing far exceeded any known land weapon. What it radiated was a primal fear born purely for slaughter.

Then, the second, the third...

Fifty identical "Walkers" marched with neat and heavy steps, all walking out of the four transport planes, forming a square formation on the huge tarmac.

Fifty steel behemoths stood quietly under the scorching desert sun, without a sound.

The entire airbase was silent.

The wind blew across the tarmac, kicking up sand, hitting the "Walkers'" carapaces with a "rustling" sound, but unable to shake them in the slightest.

"Hahaha... Hahahaha!"

General Kendour suddenly burst into loud laughter, breaking the suffocating silence.

He strode forward, ignoring the nervous obstruction of the guards, and walked straight to one of the "Walkers" in the front.

He reached out and stroked the cold, dark gold carapace gently, as if caressing a lover.

It felt hard, cold, yet possessed a strange biological texture.

"Perfect... too perfect!" Kendour's eyes were filled with fanaticism.

He looked back at his adjutant and shouted excitedly: "John! Do you see this? This is the future! This is the guarantee of victory!"

"With them," he pointed at these fifty silent killing machines, "the so-called Da Shi State Revolutionary Guard, the so-called Mahas Resistance Organization, they are all just a bunch of weaklings! One week! I only need one week to push the front line to the gates of Tehran!"

He was completely immersed in this huge joy that had fallen from the sky.

He did not know, and could not know, that these "perfect weapons" in his eyes were actually the "monkey versions" meticulously prepared by Chen Feng and Samantha.

Not only were the limit data weakened, but the neurotoxin activity was halved under high temperatures, and after half an hour of continuous high-intensity combat, the structural strength of this seemingly indestructible armor would drop by seventy percent.

Not to mention the "Berserk Mode" hidden in the deepest part of the gene sequence, which could be activated by just one specific frequency of electromagnetic Pulse.

Of all this, Kendour knew nothing.

All he could think about now was how to use these "great weapons of destruction" to build merit on the battlefield, and how to make those damn Iranians taste the "democratic iron fist" from the U Federation.

"General!"

Just as General Kendour was in high spirits, preparing to convene a combat meeting immediately to put this batch of treasures into the battlefield for the first time, a communications dispatcher drove an electric cart and rushed over like crazy.

"General! Emergency situation!"

The dispatcher braked hard, tumbled off the cart, and his hat flew off.

"What's the panic!" Kendour frowned, very dissatisfied with his mood being interrupted.

"F... F-16! We have an F-16 that crashed... crashed inside Da Shi State!" The dispatcher gasped, his face covered in sweat and terror, "The pilot... the pilot is Colonel Coleman!"

"What?!"

The smile on Kendour's face froze.

William Coleman was an ace pilot of the U Federation Air Force and the nephew of some big shot in Congress.

If this fell into the hands of Da Shi State, the political implications would be unimaginable!

"Where is the crash site?" Kendour's voice turned cold instantly.

"Coordinates... here," the dispatcher handed over the tablet trembling, "In the Zagros Mountains, over three hundred kilometers from the border, it's their hinterland!"

Several generals in the command post leaned over to take a look, and their expressions all sank.

Three hundred kilometers deep behind enemy lines, surrounded by military strongholds of the Revolutionary Guard, the rescue difficulty was hell-level.

"Damn it!" Kendour punched the hood of the electric cart, leaving a dent.

One second he was in heaven, the next he fell into an ice hole.

He looked at the flashing red dot on the map, then looked back at the fifty silent "Walkers" behind him, a trace of madness appearing in his eyes.

"What is there to fear!"

Kendour raised his head abruptly, that fanatical confidence appearing on his face again.

He waved his hand and issued a series of unquestionable orders to the operations staff behind him.

"Immediately! Mobilize four 'Delta' teams and eight 'Ranger' support squads for me!"

"Order the 'Silent Eagle' and 'Black Hawk' helicopter formations to be fully fueled and armed, ready to depart at any time!"

"On the ground, organize a humvee assault convoy for me as the second echelon!"

"Order the 'Global Hawk' drone to take off and provide full battlefield surveillance!"

He paused, and finally pointed to that forest of steel, his voice carrying an unquestionable arrogance.

"Also, bring five 'Walkers' for me! Let them get on the helicopters too!"

"What?" The operations staff was stunned, "General, they... they just arrived, we haven't even conducted any coordinated training yet..."

"Training?" Kendour sneered, "The best training is actual combat! I not only want to bring Colonel Coleman back, but I also want to let the whole world see the fate of those who dare to be enemies with the U Federation!"

"This is an order!"

"Yes! General!"

Following General Kendour's order, the entire Zafra Airbase instantly turned into a high-speed operating war machine.

Soldiers rushed to the hangars, engines began to roar, and ground crews frantically loaded ammunition for the helicopters.

And those five selected "Walkers," guided by technicians, took heavy steps and walked towards the huge transport helicopters.

Kendour stood where he was, looking at this luxurious rescue force composed of the U Federation's most elite special forces and the most advanced biological weapons.

He seemed to have already seen these killing machines rampaging behind enemy lines, tearing the enemy into pieces, and finally returning triumphantly with the hero.

He felt that this was not a rescue at all.

This was an armed parade, a gorgeous debut showcasing Umbrella Corporation's new product to the whole world.