While Hong Kong's Kowloon District was taking a catastrophic beating, the Hunter Base out on the islands was also under massive pressure. The base's defensive walls were all made from special concrete with stress-resistant structures—supposedly tough enough to take a direct nuke and not crumble in one shot. Add in all kinds of auto and semi-auto cannons, and yeah, the Hong Kong Base was basically armed to the teeth.
But even being armed to the teeth couldn’t hold out against a full-force attack from three Kaiju. These three monsters were all extra chunky—the slow-moving, super-tanky, heavy-hitting type. Perfect for busting down doors. With the other four Kaiju keeping all the mecha busy, these three started pounding the base’s outer wall like they were cracking open a can of sardines.
In just fifteen minutes, the base’s first layer of protective wall was already cracked and showing splits.
Inside the base, staff scrambled to contact everyone they could. The South China Sea Fleet was rushing in to help, and the engineering teams were all hands on deck, patching up anything that broke. The whole Hong Kong Base was running full throttle under Deputy Commander Mark Long, fighting for its life. But while the Kaiju had everyone’s attention, nobody noticed two people sneaking into the base—a middle-aged man and a burly young guy following him.
Amid all the chaos, these two looked way too calm. So in a quiet corridor, a passing sergeant stopped them. "Which team are you with? You can't leave your post during a fight—get back to your station!" After snapping at them, the sergeant started to get suspicious. Something was off about these two. "Names and numbers, now! Who are you guys?"
The middle-aged man didn’t react, just waved at the young guy. The young guy nodded, then silently walked up to the sergeant.
"What are you trying to do?" The sergeant backed up two steps, then quickly pulled his gun and aimed at the young guy. "Stay right there—" He didn’t even finish the sentence before the young guy suddenly lunged, crossing the distance in a blink. He grabbed the sergeant by the face and lifted his 180-pound body clean off the ground, the gun knocked away instantly.
"Ugh!" The sergeant struggled desperately, using his elbows and knees just like he was trained, but the young guy’s body was like a steel statue—didn’t budge an inch. That left arm was hard as iron. In front of this young man, the strong sergeant was helpless, like a baby.
"Quit messing around, we’ve got business to handle." The middle-aged man called out. The young guy nodded, and his left hand started to squeeze. Crack—bones snapped, and blood gushed from the sergeant’s face and head. The sergeant tried to scream but couldn’t, tried to fight but it was useless. Just as the young guy was about to crush his skull, suddenly—splurt! Hot blood sprayed from the sergeant’s chest, splashing all over the young guy.
Along with the blood, a sharp spike appeared. A crimson blade had pierced the sergeant’s heart, sticking out three centimeters from his chest before slowly pulling back. The young guy tossed the corpse aside in annoyance, and now a third person appeared before them—a hooded figure, face hidden in shadow, but judging by the build, definitely a man.