Dragon Raja: Starting with Deadpool, Evolving Through Devouring

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Strategic retreat is not entirely a cowardly choice, but rather a compromise of preserving one's life to ensure future survival.

"late!"

The man in charge of the monitoring equipment slammed his right fist heavily on the table, uttering two chilling words, followed by even worse news: "Everyone! According to the monitoring radar, there's a high probability that the other side has also discovered us and is rapidly heading towards our location."

These words undoubtedly added insult to injury.

This also means that their team has lost the opportunity to carry out a strategic retreat at this point.

Those selected by the Doomsday Faction to join the action team are basically the best of the best among the hybrids; sitting idly by and waiting to die is not their style.

The middle-aged man with the icy expression instantly said in a deep voice, "We only have two paths left before us."

"One possibility is that the other party has no malicious intent and is only here for other reasons or by chance. Maybe we can get Murphy to come and negotiate."

After all, both sides are fellow dragons, and perhaps the other side will not cause a conflict out of consideration for their shared race.

However, Murphy's words completely dispelled the last glimmer of hope in everyone's hearts: "I do not recommend that I step in."

You may not know much about our dragon race. Even among our own kind, there is bloodshed and slaughter.

To achieve bloodline evolution, one must devour the bloodlines of one's own kind and gain more power.

The saying that human society is a cannibalistic society is more of a figurative expression.

However, in the Dragon Clan's society, dragons eat dragons, which is exactly what it sounds like.

"The other way is to strike first and gain the upper hand, or suffer the consequences if you strike last!"

Rather than passively waiting for others to come to them, they should strike first and be prepared.

Two choices were laid bare before everyone, and both paths carried enormous risks.

“I think whatever we choose, we should stop the convoy and prepare first,” the bearded man suggested.

The proposal was quickly approved by everyone.

So the long convoy that had been speeding across the snow came to a stop and formed a well-organized formation.

The news that they might encounter a dragon attack quickly spread throughout the entire team.

All of a sudden.

A highly tense atmosphere began to spread throughout the traffic jam.

The communication channel was completely silent; no one wanted to be the first to speak, nor did they know what to say.

For most people, fighting against dragons is something that only exists in their imagination.

The Doomsday Faction, who chose to live in seclusion in Nibelungen, have "protected" these people too well. Not to mention pure-blooded dragons, even battles between hybrids are extremely rare.

It was mostly about the members of the action team exchanging skills with each other.

They had just finished the easy mode and hadn't even tried the hard mode when someone told them they'd been skipped directly to the terrifying hell mode!

"Enough with the chit-chat, let's get straight to the vote."

"Raise your left hand if you agree with the strategy of remaining unchanged in the face of all changes, and raise your right hand if you agree with taking the initiative. The minority shall obey the majority."

As soon as the man with the icy expression finished speaking, everyone in the car raised their hands to make their choice.

Third from the left, fourth from the right.

Due to his special status, Murphy did not raise his hand and chose to abstain.

His relationship with the Doomsday Faction was more of a mutually beneficial one; he wasn't willing to risk his life for them. If things turned sour, he would be the first to run away.

The answer couldn't be clearer.

"The missile will lock onto the target vehicle directly," the icy-faced man ordered without hesitation.

Once a decision has been made, there's no need to hesitate or look back. If he doesn't even have that much courage, he's not qualified to lead this action team.

With hands flying across the equipment, a dazzling series of operations took less than a minute before the four short-range missiles stored on the tactical vehicle successfully locked onto the target.

"Levi, come here."

The man in charge of the equipment turned his body to make way for the missile launch button; he simply couldn't bear such a heavy responsibility.

Once the launch button is pressed, it means that the war with the unknown target has officially begun, and it's a war with no room for retreat.

Anyone who was inexplicably attacked by four missiles would not pretend nothing happened.

After leaving Nibelungen, they lost contact with the Doomsday Faction, leaving Levi, the captain of the operation team, to make the final decisions.

Snapped!

Levi took a deep breath and finally pressed the launch button with his right hand.

In an instant, four missiles roared out, trailing impressive plumes of flame as they hurtled toward their target.

From that moment on, everyone's eyes were fixed on the radar detector, hoping to see that tiny dot of light disappear from it...

Chapter 166 Focus Fire on One Target

call out--

In the vast expanse of white snow and ice, the simultaneous streaks of four missiles streaking across the sky created a tremendous commotion.

It was all a clever misunderstanding.

Cao Han wasn't heading in their direction as Levi thought; in reality, they were both heading towards Yekaterinburg, which is why they kept getting closer.

Just as he was immersed in the thrill of speed and passion, a sudden alarm bell rang in his mind.

This is an ability that comes from powerful perception, similar to the saying "the cicada knows the autumn wind before it arrives."

When Cao Han looked in the direction from which the sense of danger came, he could see four bright missiles trailing four plumes of flame as they approached.

"Captain, did something fall from the sky?"

Lucy Pallas's eyesight was naturally far inferior to Cao Han's. She only noticed that Cao Han was looking in a certain direction, and subconsciously looked in that direction as well, but could only see a few very small black dots.

She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she always felt like the little black spot was getting bigger and bigger.

"艹 (a type of plant)"

The moment Cao Han saw clearly what was attacking him, his expression changed drastically, and he burst into curses.

How fast can a short-range strike missile be launched?

Let me put it this way: one moment you think the missile is just a tiny black dot in the sky, and the next moment, in the blink of an eye, you'll find it right in front of you!

"Abandon the vehicle!!!"

Cao Han made a quick judgment in his mind: those scenes in movies where people drive vehicles to avoid missile attacks are neither scientific nor realistic. So he sternly reminded the other two people in the car.

I didn't ask any more questions!

No doubt about it!

Lin Yang was a veteran specialist with extensive experience in the execution department, and he understood that anything could happen during a mission.

In the event of an emergency, every second counts!

Upon hearing Cao Han's shout, he reacted immediately, opened the car door on his right, picked up Camilla's body from his arms, and jumped out without hesitation.

Lucy Pallas, trusting Cao Han completely and knowing he would never speak without reason, followed suit and jumped out of the car without any distinction between them.

The immense impact of their landing caused them to tumble for about ten meters before finally coming to a stop.

The thick snow at this time of year acts as a natural buffer zone.

Coupled with the superior physical abilities of the mixed-race individuals, the two who stood up on the snow only looked slightly disheveled, without any substantial injuries.

"What happened...?"

Lin Yang, sitting in the back seat, was still completely bewildered. He was about to ask Lucy Pallas what had happened when...

The enormous whistling sound of the missile seemed to pass right above their heads, making their eardrums ring.

I looked up!

The four missiles, almost simultaneously, traced graceful arcs in the air, closely following Cao Han's black snowmobile.

The two of them were left standing there, bewildered in the wind.

Lin Yang stared wide-eyed in disbelief and shock. Their missions were mostly related to hybrids and dragons, and this was the first time in his many years of missions that he had encountered such special "care" from modern warfare weapons.

This is not the kind of common firearms and ammunition; even sniper rifles are common weapons at Kassel College.

But the problem is... it's a missile!

The last time Kassel College used this type of weaponry for overwhelming firepower was to deal with the Deadpool horde and pureblood dragons.

It can only be said that Lin Yang's idea is very close to the truth.

Levi, the leader of the Doomsday Faction, treated them like dragons, so it was perfectly normal for him to greet them with a barrage of fire.

If their mission hadn't been focused on rescuing Julian Lawson, and if the deployment hadn't been rushed with only four directors, they would have definitely sent out all the directors immediately.

"Is Commissioner Cao Han alright...?" Lin Yang asked, a little uncertain.

"rest assured."

Lucy Pallas was initially shocked by the missile attack, but quickly regained her composure.

Even the White Emperor, who was second only to the emperor, couldn't do anything to Cao Han, so she didn't believe that he would die from such a ridiculous "toy".

Besides!

The power of words, Time Zero, is no joke!

For hybrids of the speed-type incantation, ballistic attacks such as missiles are less threatening than a sniper rifle that suddenly fires from the shadows.

Cao Han pressed his right foot so hard he wanted to slam the accelerator of the off-road vehicle to the floor. He was doing everything he could to get as far away from Lucy Pallas and the others as possible with the missile in his lap.

Given such a long time gap, even the aftershocks of the impact from the four directors are unlikely to have much effect on the two of them.

boom!

Anyway, the SUV had no chance of surviving under the firepower of four missiles, so Cao Han didn't care about anything else and kicked the car door off with a light kick.

He was completely unaffected after jumping off the car at a speed of nearly 300 km/h, and his legs remained motionless.

The power of the Word of Power, Instantaneous Strike, instantly surged to the fifth rank.