The Last Commander of the Red Alert

Chapter 460: Space-Time Assault Team!

Chapter 460: Space-Time Assault Team!

Hewlett held a smartphone in his hand, looking at the ancient communication device in his other hand. He couldn't understand Commander's preference for such an old-fashioned communicator.

"Commander, more than twenty thousand Restoration Army soldiers are surrounded by the Ghost Clan, requesting reinforcements," he said.

"Oh," Su Chen replied indifferently.

Hewlett was puzzled. What did "oh" mean?

Commander must not be aware of how urgent the situation was, Hewlett thought. He needed to make Commander understand the critical role of the Restoration Army.

Thinking quickly, Hewlett said, "Commander, I think something is wrong with these Ghost Clan. Normally, Ghost Clan wouldn't use any schemes or tricks; they prefer straightforward combat. There might be some big secret hidden within."

"Hewlett, you seem to have forgotten something," Su Chen reminded him. "I can support you in terms of weapons and supplies, but the Restoration Army is ultimately your responsibility, and it doesn't have much to do with me. Do you understand?"

Hewlett was a smart person; otherwise, he wouldn't have approached Su Chen to seek support for his restoration efforts. He realized that even his deceased father, the king, wouldn't expect a Base Commander to help him unconditionally. There had to be something in it for Su Chen.

In that moment, Hewlett had an epiphany and said, "Commander, I understand now. After the restoration succeeds, you won't just be a Regent King; any of your descendants will become lords of a different lineage!"

Hewlett knew that besides the Restoration Army, he had nothing to offer Su Chen. He could only use the identity of a future king to negotiate on equal terms.

Su Chen didn't care what Hewlett would give him. If he truly needed something, he would take it with his own hands rather than rely on others. He just wanted Hewlett to understand that Red Alert Base and the Restoration Army were separate entities.

When the Restoration Army went into battle, Red Alert Base had to provide support, and that support came at a cost. Using free resources too often would diminish their value.

"I've already dispatched assistance," Su Chen added.

Hewlett looked into the distance, but there was no significant movement. How could assistance have arrived so quickly?

Unbeknownst to Hewlett, in a seemingly ordinary stone house hidden from view, three elderly Ghost Clan members were sitting together. They were the king and two of his trusted subordinates.

"King, do we really have to eliminate these people? If so many humans die, won't they send powerful individuals after us?" one subordinate asked with concern.

Another subordinate sneered, "This is a great opportunity for us. If we can use the corpses of these humans to satisfy the appetite of 'that one,' we won't remain a small tribe for long. Becoming a medium-sized tribe is within reach, and even becoming a large tribe is possible!"

"What do you think, King?" the two subordinates asked their leader.

After some contemplation, the Ghost Clan king said, "Continue with the original plan. With 'that one's' help, we'll surely become a medium-sized tribe and have our own tribe name!"

In the Ghost Clan, only medium-sized tribes had the privilege of having a name. Small tribes with numerous members had no such privilege.

As the three Ghost Clan members discussed their plans, three figures appeared silently behind them, completely unnoticed.

These three figures seemed unremarkable, dressed almost like Navy SEALs but with a preference for white. They were the Space-Time Assault Team!

The three members exchanged glances, casually dropped something, and disappeared once more.

The sound of the objects hitting the ground startled the three Ghost Clan members. Someone had approached them without their notice, which was unimaginable.

When they realized that three peculiar objects had appeared on the ground, a sense of imminent danger washed over them.

"Run!" The Ghost Clan king, an eighth-order entity, possessed the strongest instincts. Among the three objects, he sensed a deadly aura these were undoubtedly powerful human weapons.

In the instant the sounds appeared, the three objects exploded.

Boom!

The stone house was reduced to rubble, and the two subordinates died instantly. The king, an eighth-order Ghost Clan member, sustained severe injuries, with his exposed heart beating outside his body. However, his powerful constitution as an eighth-order entity prevented him from dying immediately.

The Ghost Clan king widened his eyes and emitted a low, defiant growl. He couldn't accept this fate.

He had never imagined that he would die here, in his own stronghold. Even in his wildest dreams, he didn't foresee his demise at this moment.

How had the humans infiltrated, and how had they planted bombs? Just three bombs had managed to kill an eighth-order Ghost Clan like him. This information had to be relayed!

Just as the eighth-order Ghost Clan began to take action, three figures appeared silently before him again. As they looked at the three humans before them, the Ghost Clan king knew his time was up.

"One nearly dead Ghost Clan king still has some value. Should we bring him back?" one member of the Space-Time Assault Team asked.

"Hmm, Lady Yun Ru might need such an experimental subject. He's not dead yet, so let's take him," another replied.

The third member didn't speak but placed his hands on the Ghost Clan king's body. With their teleportation abilities, the three of them, along with the Ghost Clan king, disappeared from the scene.

The small tribe hadn't even realized that their king had gone missing.

"What was that sound just now?" The massive explosion hadn't gone unnoticed by the Ghost Clan or the Restoration Army soldiers. They were all puzzled by the situation.

Soon, a seventh-order Ghost Clan member went to search for their king. However, what awaited him was a sight of rubble and two mangled corpses, with no sign of the king.

"Commander! How could this happen? Where's the king?" the panicked seventh-order Ghost Clan member asked.

A tribe without a king had no right to call itself a tribe and would inevitably be absorbed by other tribes, relegating them to a lower status among the Ghost Clan.

As the panicked seventh-order Ghost Clan member returned to the tribe, even more shocking events unfolded.

A series of explosions erupted within the Ghost Clan camp. In just a few short seconds, nearly all the Ghost Clan warriors were dead or injured, while the human soldiers remained unharmed.

"The Space-Time Assault Team truly lives up to its reputation. They handled those C4 explosives masterfully!" Su Chen couldn't help but exclaim.

When Hewlett had requested reinforcements, Su Chen had already ordered the Space-Time Assault Team to deal with the situation. The circumstances didn't warrant the intervention of the Hyperspace Legion troops.

Using only one unit, Su Chen had resolved the crisis of the Restoration Army. The key was that Hewlett remained completely baffled, unaware of how Su Chen had resolved the situation.

"Commander still has other cards up his sleeve. I need to keep a low profile until I become king," Hewlett mused.

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