Chapter 1498 - The End of Rebels

Chapter 1498: The End of Rebels

Night gradually approached in C State.

Fully armed rebel soldiers patrolled the mountain road.

A military-green Hummer was parked beside the entrance at the foot of the mountain.

Oliver walked to the Hummer, lit a cigarette, then asked the man that stood next to the vehicle.

“How is Carlson?”

“No news from him yet. With Jamie helping him, there shouldn’t be any problems. I bet they’re escaping from Nouveau York right now… You guys have terrible signal here, it was never as bad in T State.” The shirtless guy from T State sat on the hood of the Hummer as he threw his phone into the car in annoyance.

The man inside the car opened an eye, then slowly closed it and continued his rest.

Oliver started to smoke a second cigarette while he repeatedly looked at the satellite phone in his hand.

Based on his agreement with Kayn Jay, whether they succeeded or not, they would speak to him. However, the strange part was that an entire day has passed, and he did not hear a single piece of information from Nouveau York.

While he felt something was off, a figure suddenly appeared in Oliver’s sight.

Almost subconsciously, he and the guy from T State next to him picked up their rifle at the same time and aimed at the figure who ran up from the path.

When the man saw this, he hurriedly raised his hands and shouted in a suppressed voice.

“Don’t shoot! I’m friendly!”

“It’s Fielding.” The T State guy put down his rifle and gestured to Oliver next to him, “My man.”

At this moment Oliver also saw the man and put down his gun. However, when he saw the scratch marks on his clothes, as well as how terrible he looked, he frowned.

“What’s the rush? I remember you went to D City to meet Eris? Why are you back—”

“Bad news!” Fielding gasped hard as he bent slightly down, put his hands over his knees and tried to gather his breath, “Eris, he…”

“What’s wrong? Speak clearly.” Oliver frowned.

After Fielding took a deep breath and calmed his breathing, he paused for about half a minute before he spoke again.

“The Great Lake Armory Factory was seized by Celestial Trade, Eris Ben’s account was also frozen, and he is now wanted in the UA. The people who originally supported our cause were all terrified. Someone leaked my identity… If it weren’t for the fact that I got out quickly, I would have been caught!”

“Sh*t, you can’t do anything but run.” The guy from T State chuckled while he jokingly cursed.

Fielding moved his lips and his expression was distorted. It was hard to tell whether he was crying or laughing.

“Eris has been found, what shall we do next?” The man lying in the Hummer opened his eyes and looked at Oliver.

“There are still people in CA State willing to support us, but the premise is that we have to let them see hope. Those people won’t commit unless they see progress, not to mention they are now getting a lot of benefits from Celestial Trade. Many people have already swayed, we must let them see the hope of liberating the UA.”

At this point, a flash of viciousness appeared in Oliver’s eyes.

“Jiang Chen must die! We only have hope if he dies!”

“Those cowards from CA State,” scolded the man from T State.

“Do you need me to take action?” The man that laid in the Hummer put on a baseball cap and sat up from his seat.

Odin was his code name, no one here knew his real name.

Even Oliver didn’t know much about him. He was only certain about the fact that he was a patriot, and he stood on the side of the rebel. At the same time, he was also the strongest of the rebels, and the only one with supernatural powers.

Even the guy from T State didn’t dare to provoke this young man.

Because he never relied on muscles in fights, his supernatural ability could kill people, and he could even temporarily control a person if his mental power was overloaded. The person he controlled could perform simple actions such as shoot a gun or throw a punch.

“Wait.” Hesitation appeared briefly in Oliver’s eyes, “Only if there is no news from Carlson by noon tomorrow.”

Odin grinned with disdain. He did not hide his frivolous and arrogant expression. With two hands behind his head, he continued to rest against the chair with his eyes closed.

“I said, if I went with them, this would not have been so troublesome.”

More than a dozen Moro and even Celestial Trade soldiers died in his hands. From Odin’s perspective, he viewed himself as a hero in Hollywood movies that could save this great country from distress. Only he could defeat the invulnerable iron robots.

However, neither Odin nor Oliver knew anything about true power.

This level of supernatural power was perhaps powerful from their eyes because they had never encountered anyone else with superpowers. If they could kill Jiang Chen with a superpower (or rather, the unlocked hidden genetic code), then the Kurofune would have succeeded countless times before.

What kind of power did Jiang Chen not see before?

Not to mention, he himself was on the verge of unlocking the third level to the genetic code.

If Odin was there at the time, Jiang Chen would be able to pinch him to death as if he was pinching an ant.

At this moment, there was a brief spark of light in the air.

Oliver raised his head, frowned and looked into the air, then muttered.

“What was that?”

What was that?

The same question lingered in the heart of every rebel soldier.

They had never experienced the Battle of the Capital. At first, they thought it was just a meteor shower, and then panic gradually appeared on their faces. They didn’t realize what those things were until the iron coffins smashed right beside the cave of their munition’s storage, right in the middle of their defensive position. They only realized what they were when they were knocked to the ground by the shock wave.

NS-90!

The legendary battlefield janitor…

There were no civilians here. The soldiers that did not recognize the surrender agreement were rebels, and Celestial Trade was stopping the “rebellion” for the UA for free. Jiang Chen didn’t plan to keep anyone alive to make the situation more difficult for the Trump administration.

To kill them all or beat them into submission was far more effective than the trial. Once those “ambitious” people realize that they could not turn the situation around, they would naturally disperse.

It was deafening.

The reckless bullets raged inside the forest, and the sparks of fire seemed to light up the entire east side of the Rocky Mountains. At almost the same moment, Celestial Trade’s NS-90s launched a simultaneous attack on more than one hundred military targets, and more than five hundred robots were sent to the battlefield.

This kind of three-dimensional battle was much more advanced than traditional military concepts of positional warfare and frontline advancement. Only AI could complete the systematic command, and naturally only AI could execute it in an orderly manner. To kill was programmed in, and here, death was only the difference between zero and one.

An NS-90 smashed into Fielding’s back and crushed him as if it was attracted by some kind of beacon placed on him. Odin suddenly bounced up from the chair, and his pupils staring at the robot turned into crimson red in an instant.

Spiritual shock!

No one could stay awake under this power.

However, what caught his sight was the muzzle and a flashing tongue of fire.

Blood splattered along with the broken window glass, Odin, who slammed into the car door, had lost his life. To his death, he still didn’t understand why his most proud ability lost its power. He didn’t know that, although the NS-90 was still made out of metal, it was fundamentally different from the power armor.

There was no one piloting the machine!

Oliver and the T State guy fought back in desperation. They used their flesh and body to defend against the merciless grind of the NS-90s. However, their attempt was futile as they quickly turned into two bodies, and collapsed onto the ground.

The gunshots continued until midnight and then gradually stopped. It was not until the day after that the D City Police, under the instruction of Celestial Trade, organized a search and rescue team to collect the bodies of these rebels. When they saw the dead bodies scattered everywhere, many young police officers couldn’t stop vomiting, and many of them looked ghostly pale.

Most of the police knew what these rebels were doing. Many people supported their cause and thought of joining them…

From this moment on, all their unrealistic thoughts dissipated in the lingering smell of gunpowder.

Even after a week, the bodies were still not cleaned up, and they started to smell. Two months later, people could still find rotting corpses belonging to the rebel army on the mountain from time to time.

Of course, that was another story.