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Shawn Young sneered, "Heh—those Americans steal our stealth fighter secrets! We'll snatch their 'Mjolnir Exosuit'! We're from the Land of Etiquette, and we live by the rule: 'If someone comes to you, you must return the favor!'"
"Hahaha—yeah, yeah, I totally agree! Shawn, you’re really starting to grow on me!" Colonel Hank Han shouted excitedly.
"Uh—Colonel Han, I, uh, I’m not into men!" Shawn quickly explained.
"Uh—no, that’s not what I meant! I mean, I like your personality, that’s all—" Colonel Han fumbled for words, clearly struggling to clarify.
"Enough with the banter, you two! The battlefield changes in a flash and time is precious. Colonel Han, Shawn, go brief Major Akram and the Islamic Jihad fighters on our joint operation procedure, then assign the tasks. Let’s move!" Fiona Tang ordered from the side.
Colonel Han and Shawn went over to Major Akram, who, along with several Afghan Tribal Borderlands fighters, was nervously watching the two rampaging Mjolnir Exosuits in the valley, sweat pouring down their foreheads. After Han explained the plan and assured them they had a way to take down the 'metal devils,' Akram and his men quickly spread the word through the tunnels, contacting the resistance leaders hiding from the Mjolnir Exosuits in Wolf Valley.
Major Akram was shocked by the news, but he relayed Han’s message to the others. The fighters held a blind faith in Shawn, the 'hero sent by Allah.' Convinced he had a solution, they eagerly slipped into the valley through the tunnels to spread the word. In less than ten minutes, the surviving jihadist leaders received the message. After brief hesitation, they decided to follow Shawn’s plan—better to risk it than be wiped out by the Mjolnir Exosuits.
Soon, Shawn and Colonel Han saw the surviving resistance fighters in Wolf Valley begin moving deeper into the gorge, drawing the Mjolnir Exosuits’ attention. The mechs continued rampaging, seeking targets as if no one could stop them. While some fighters were wiped out, the rest strengthened their defenses, firing AK-47s and RPGs at the mechs. The battle in Wolf Valley grew even fiercer.
Inside the Humvee energy supply truck in Wolf Valley, a base commander overseeing the weapons test saw the fighting intensify and quickly called the pilots of the two Mjolnir Exosuits: "Albatross One, Albatross Two, this is Eagle. Eagle calling you now, report your status immediately!"
"Albatross One reporting: The terrorists have ramped up their resistance and are moving toward both sides of the valley. Looks like they’re trying to escape."
"Albatross Two reporting: The terrorists have suffered heavy losses. From the looks of it, they’re trying to break out through the tunnels, but we won’t let them get away! I’m having a blast over here!"
"Heh, exactly! I’m loving this—these guys can’t fight back at all!" Albatross One’s Mjolnir Exosuit pilot laughed smugly.
"Good, good. Go ahead and kill to your heart’s content, but remember to perform the required technical maneuvers—we need more data. Even if a few slip through, my team can tear them to shreds! Honestly, the mercenaries think this job is way too easy. They’re hoping you’ll let some terrorists through so they can join the fun." The base commander chuckled.
"Heh, Eagle, let them smoke out those tunnel rats. As for clearing the valley, leave it all to us! You guys just sit back and enjoy the show!" Albatross Two’s pilot cackled.
"Ugh, you greedy maniacs! Murderers—you’re both going straight to hell!" the base commander yelled helplessly.
"Hahaha, hell’s perfect! We’ll drive these Mjolnir Exosuits down there and take out Satan himself!" Albatross One’s pilot laughed wildly.
Suddenly, fierce winds swept across Wolf Valley, and yellow sand mixed with dirt filled the air, blocking out the sun. In just two minutes, visibility dropped to almost zero. Everyone looked up to see a sky dark as night—a massive sandstorm had arrived, abrupt and strange, with flashes of lightning streaking through it.
The two Mjolnir Exosuit pilots were instantly blinded by the swirling sand. Cursing loudly, they switched on their infrared bio-thermal scanners—advanced tech designed to locate enemies even in brutal weather. Still, it wasn’t easy. On the radar screens, red dots representing living targets scattered everywhere, so the pilots unleashed a barrage of firepower at the moving blips.
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Boom! Boom! Boom! The blips on the radar were wiped out one by one, and the Mjolnir Exosuit pilots grinned with satisfaction, impressed by their mechs’ firepower control systems.
Another strange gust swept through, and in less than two minutes, the sandstorm in the valley vanished, visibility returning to normal. The two Mjolnir Exosuit pilots were surprised to find piles of shattered rock everywhere—blown apart by autocannons and mini-guided bombs. The radar targets they’d locked onto had all been destroyed, but the terrorists were still hiding behind untouched boulders and in caves. Peering out from their cockpits, the pilots could still spot small groups of 'terrorists' moving through the valley, setting up weapons for a counterattack.
The pilots found it unbelievable, but with the 'enemies' right under their noses, they didn’t hesitate—hammering the fire controls again. The Mjolnir Exosuits rampaged through the valley, relentlessly hunting down the 'enemy.' Strangely, this time the 'enemy' seemed tougher than ever, and no matter how much firepower they unleashed, the numbers didn’t seem to drop!
Now the two Mjolnir Exosuit pilots were furious. They refused to accept this outcome. Under their control, the mechs leapt and dashed madly through the valley, pouring out ammo while their energy reserves plummeted!