401: Mecha appearance

Pan Han was fully armed, walked out of the villa, and spat out a few words fiercely: 'I've been too nice to you.'

After cursing, he tried hard to calm down, concentrate, and opened his divine sense.

If it was only to determine the direction of the attack, without needing to specifically identify objects, his divine sense could provide him with a twenty-kilometer early warning in all directions.

He sat on the ground as if anesthetized, scanning the surroundings without moving, waiting for the second wave of attacks.

He tried his best to control himself from thinking about Ellie, and not to think about that sentence just now, otherwise, his divine sense would be affected.

Sure enough, the second wave of attacks came!

However, it exceeded Pan Han's expectations.

This time there were no helicopters or soldiers, but four F-35s came directly. And they used external weapon mounts, all big guys.

'Not good! The sons of bitches want to blow me up directly.' Pan Han immediately threw away all his equipment to reduce weight.

Then he ran towards the seaside at high speed, dived into the sea, and swam desperately into the depths.

But he forgot that there were still unmanned reconnaissance drones in the sky, and all his movements were captured and transmitted back to the command post.

'Blow him to death for me!' Chris shouted excitedly.

'Sir, the President is looking for you.' An officer behind him patted his shoulder.

'The President? What is he looking for me for at this time?' The excitement that had just risen was interrupted, and Chris was very unhappy.

'Hello, Mr. President, it's me!' Although unhappy, he still adjusted his tone and took the phone.

'Chris, you know who the other party is, right!'

'I know!'

'Then do you know the consequences of killing him?'

'Mr. President, fighting is the business of us soldiers, and the consequences are the business of you politicians.' Chris twirled his pencil at a high speed, as if he didn't want to wait a moment and wanted to kill Pan Han immediately.

'Madman!' The President's roar came through the phone.

'Isn't that why you called me?'

On the other end of the phone, there was silence for three seconds: 'Are you sure?'

'If he doesn't die after this, you will only have to press the nuclear weapon button. It will have nothing to do with me.'

'Do it.'

'Understood.'

Putting down the phone, Chris looked at the screen and sneered: 'Let's see where you can run! Fatty Squadron, bomb him for me! Longbow Squadron, take off again. I don't believe he won't come out!'

'Understood!' The F-35 fighter group replied in unison.

Half a minute later, a dozen heavy bombs exploded in the sea.

Boom, boom, boom!

A dozen water columns shot into the sky, carrying seabed mud and sand, flying dozens of meters into the air.

Pan Han had already put on his mecha and was hiding on the seabed.

But he was still shaken to the core by the shockwave of the bombs, almost vomiting inside the mecha.

'Damn! Fortunately, I have a treasure, otherwise I would have died here.'

'Damn it! You don't know what's good for you! Then don't blame me.'

'Mecha AI, are you ready? You've been looking forward to this for a long time, right?'

'Master, you only just remembered me? You look down on me a bit!' The mecha AI suddenly spoke, seemingly with a hint of resentment.

'Then let's do it! Let's turn things upside down!'

'Understood, Master!'

At this moment, the four F-35s in the sky were still circling, confirming the damage.

Suddenly, a beam of light shot out from the blackened seaside.

Following closely, eight small bright spots rushed towards the four F-35s respectively.

The captain shouted that it was bad and immediately ordered all planes to maneuver and evade.

Unfortunately, it was too late!

Each fighter jet was hit by exactly two small missiles, neither too much nor too little, all hitting their targets.

'Headquarters, we have been hit.'

'Eject immediately!'

...

This scene was monitored by the drone and transmitted directly back to the command room.

As expected, Chris's pencil broke again.

He couldn't remember how many pencils he had broken tonight, but he was actually somewhat excited now!

'What is this? Damn, there's actually a mecha! Could they be lying to me?'

But as soon as he said this, he couldn't help but laugh wildly.

The people around him were shocked by this sudden laughter and stepped back one after another.

'Pilots, save yourselves. Fleet, speed up, let's fight it to the death!'

'Today it's either you die or I live!'

At this moment, the captain rushed over, grabbed Chris, and said: 'Are you fucking crazy? This will kill us!'

'Captain, what you need to do now is execute the order!'

'Fuck you! We've already lost four teams of soldiers and four fighter jets. Now we should retreat!'

'Mr. Captain! I am in full command of this operation. If you don't obey orders, just wait to face a military tribunal when you get back.'

'Damn it! The person on the other side is a pervert, and there's a madman sitting here!'

'Would you rather believe the pervert or the madman?'

The captain was shocked beyond measure by Chris and stared at him blankly.

After a long time, the captain squeezed out a sentence: 'If we fail, I'll kill you first!'

'That's good! If we fail, I'll let you escape first.'

Chris broke his last pencil, his eyes becoming serious.

'Come on, Pan Han, let's fight to the death.'

On the battlefield ahead, four parachutes bloomed around Pan Han, like four white flowers.

'I don't like white flowers. They seem to lack color.' After speaking, he maneuvered to the front of a pilot.

'What are you?' The pilot hurriedly pulled out his pistol and fired a few shots at the mecha.

But it was useless, not even leaving a white mark.

'What I am is not important. What I do is important!' Mecha Pan Han was expressionless, but inside, he was grinning.

'You... what are you going to do?? Pilots cannot be killed!'

'You are right, but I won't listen!' After speaking, Mecha Pan Han threw a punch, directly knocking off the opponent's head, which flew far, far away.

Blood drifted in the air from the severed neck, countless drops of blood sprinkled on the parachute.

'This looks much better.' Mecha Pan Han nodded with satisfaction and flew towards the other three pilots.

This scene and the next three scenes were all transmitted back to the command room by the drone. Including Chris, no one made a sound.

Pan Han's madness and strength far exceeded their imagination.

Especially the shock brought by the mecha made them feel a trace of fear in their hearts.

After Pan Han finished off the four pilots, he looked up at the sky again.

'Little drone, have you seen enough? Goodbye.' After speaking, a missile flew towards the drone.

Half a minute later, the drone exploded, and the wreckage fell into the sea.

'Mecha, search for me, where are they?' Pan Han ordered directly.

'Alright! Let's go a bit higher first!'

Whoosh! The mecha climbed rapidly and instantly reached an altitude of ten thousand meters.

In this way, the search speed was immediately improved, and ten seconds later, Chris's fleet was locked on.

'Found it!' Pan Han called up the image on the helmet screen and found an amphibious assault ship, two destroyers, and a supply ship.

'Chris, right? You're quite well prepared.' Pan Han looked at the fleet and said thoughtfully.

The amphibious assault ship is not difficult to deal with, but the destroyers will be very troublesome.

This guy has 127mm naval guns, anti-aircraft missiles, and close-in weapon systems.

'Damn! This is tricky!'