Mythical Era: I Evolved Into A Stellar-Level Beast

Chapter 461: Chapter 230 Ambushing Jack Clark, International Live Broadcast, The Bastard in the Car_3

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Greedy as they were, the mercenaries never considered double-crossing.

Because they knew how terrifying these people were, each one bulletproof and immensely strong, almost more monstrous than the Mutated Beasts themselves.

If it hadn’t been for the fact that the people from Demon Sky Company couldn’t show their faces this time, to avoid revealing their identities and being targeted by the Federation, these mercenaries wouldn’t have had their turn.

Of course, any sane person would have their doubts about this reason.

After all, with such strength, the people from Demon Sky Company could simply clean up after themselves and not worry about being discovered.

Yet, at this moment, in Kerr’s pocket, a red stone was emitting invisible fluctuations, stirring the mercenaries’ greed to its utmost limits.

Under the amplification of insatiable greed, the mercenaries’ awareness was shrouded by the potential profits.

Just as the mercenaries entered the underground pathway and moved into the forest several kilometers away, a satellite in space captured some images.

Hum!

The ground shook as a massive airplane, arriving later than expected, descended from the sky and finally came to a slow stop on the designated runway.

On the runway, a queue of more than ten people and ten black business cars were waiting for them.

Though they wore ordinary suits, the sharpness in their eyes, their upright stances, and the oppressive aura they emitted all pointed to their extraordinary nature.

Some had fine scale patterns on their cheeks, others had unnaturally thick arms, and some even had eyes like those of beasts.

When Jack Clark and his party descended from the airplane, a middle-aged man wearing glasses stepped forward from the group and smiled, “Miss Ward, Ms. Boyce, 1 am Senator Dels of Mason.”

“Mr. Dels, hello. We’re sorry for the trouble we’ve brought on this visit.”

“Please, Ms. Boyce, no need for such words. We are all striving for the Federation’s stability and hope to root out more traitors this time.”

As he spoke, Dels introduced a man in his thirties with scale patterns on his face, “This is Mr. Laird, responsible for the military operation.”

After greetings were exchanged and a brief rundown of the situation, along with the delegation of tasks and what to do in case of an ambush, was discussed.

Soon, a convoy of more than ten business cars drove out of the airport.

No sooner had they hit the highway than Jack Clark noticed the scarcity of other vehicles, a clear sign that checkpoints had been set up ahead and behind them.

As the convoy made its way toward Mason, on the edge of the hillside forest in the middle of the route, Napoleon Knowles lay on the ground with a video camera aimed at the road below and explained.

“Friends from Eastern Summer, this is the must-pass road from the airport to

Mason, and Miss Ilisa’s convoy will pass through here shortly.”

“I’ve had Kasa set up by the roadside with a large stone ready.”

“As soon as I spot Miss Ilisa’s convoy from a distance, I’ll signal Kasa to push the stone onto the highway, blocking the convoy, with the aim of making the bodyguards get out of the cars.”

“When that ‘Hegemon’ bodyguard steps out, I will be able to precisely determine his true realm through a Secret Skill, facilitating our next move.”

In the Live Broadcast Room, the Super Second Generation was very satisfied, “Seeing Mr. Knowles so well-prepared, I’m even more confident in you guys.” “That’s professionalism.”

“1 didn’t expect advanced cultivators to be so cautious. 1 thought you’d rush in and take them down, hit and run—I find that exhilarating.”

“Uh… what is upstairs thinking? Do you think it’s just a street brawl, hit and run?”

At this moment, several hundred people were watching in the Live Broadcast Room, each of them extremely excited.

Meanwhile, in the forest across the highway a few hundred meters away, mercenaries wielding heavy weaponry were crouching behind bushes, checking their weapons.

Several mercenaries lay at the edge of the hillside, their heads adorned with camouflaged leaves, peering through binoculars toward the distance, one of them even spotting Knowles.

Beyond that, a dozen Followers of the Demon God Cult were scattered even further away, like cicadas being stalked by a mantis lying in wait.

Soon, as everyone waited, a convoy of more than ten business cars appeared at the end of the highway in the distance, but what was the deal with the person standing on top of one of the cars?