Chapter 633 Utter Defeat

• At the same time, under five helicopters, fully armed fighters jumped down one after another, quick and clean. The second they hit the ground, they formed two lines and sealed off the garden gate.
• They stood there like carved statues—eyes sharp as blades, faces set like iron—radiating crushing pressure.
• Compared to Commander Zhao’s troops, the gap was brutal. There were only a dozen or so, but the beast-like ferocity rolling off them and the thick scent of blood told you everything: these men had fought more than most, their records carved in iron.