Chapter 228 Crazy O'Neill
The arrival of thirty Metal Slug tanks would spell total devastation for any opposing force.
As explosions erupted in every direction, the man inside the enemy tank wore a grim expression.
After casting one last, deep glance at Qin Ming, he retreated into the tank and ordered his men to begin their withdrawal.
Defending the city? At this point, with the skies already lost and enemy forces pouring into every corner, what was left to defend?
He hadn't expected that their once-prized treasure, the Sky Fortress, would end up becoming the very weapon that annihilated their plans!
With the adventurers beginning their retreat, the rebel soldiers scattered in panic, scrambling to support their various units.
This gave Qin Ming and his group—hidden within the rubble of what was once a building—a brief moment to catch their breath.
Emerging from the destroyed structure, which had been reduced to a hollowed-out shell, Qin Ming exchanged a look with Kasamoto Emiri and the others.
The next second, they all bolted toward the heart of the battlefield, determined to execute their final objective.
Their target? The nerve center of the entire city—the government building!
As they advanced, Qin Ming waved to every squad of soldiers they encountered. The soldiers, recognizing him, quickly shouldered their weapons and joined the charge.
In mere moments, their small squad of a few members had swelled to over a hundred.
When they reached the government building, they were immediately met with fierce resistance from the elite units guarding it.
Amidst the chaos, Qin Ming spotted an old adversary—his former defeated foe, none other than the rebel army's high-ranking general, O'Neill!
The burly, shirtless bald man was at the forefront, wielding a heavy machine gun and unleashing relentless gunfire at the attackers.
Bullets rained down on O'Neill, but his toughened skin repelled every shot with ease, leaving him completely unscathed.
Seeing this, Qin Ming's eyes gleamed with determination. He shoved aside a machine gunner, grabbed the gun himself, and, standing atop cover, roared as he opened fire on the building.
"Baldy Xu Jinjiang! Long time no see!"
Ratatatatatata!
The deafening sound of machine gunfire filled the air. Rebel soldiers using cover at the entrance were struck down instantly, several falling lifeless to the ground.
O'Neill—err, Baldy Xu Jinjiang—was caught off guard by the barrage. Startled, he quickly shielded his eyes with his arm.
When he realized it was Qin Ming behind the gunfire, his face turned pale, and a phantom pain seemed to shoot through his back.
Knowing full well that he couldn't hold the doorway with Qin Ming around, O'Neill wasted no time and turned to flee.
As O'Neill retreated, Qin Ming gave chase. But instead of heading directly to the door, Qin Ming sprinted to a nearby wall.
With his fingers digging into the stone exterior, Qin Ming transformed into a human spider, scaling the wall at incredible speed, intent on climbing to the rooftop.
The ultimate leader of the rebel forces, General Modorn, was stationed there.
O'Neill raced up the stairs inside, while Qin Ming climbed the exterior wall. The two rivals were now locked in a desperate race to the top.
Ultimately, Qin Ming's climbing speed gave him a slight edge, and he was on the verge of surpassing O'Neill to reach the rooftop first.
Realizing this, O'Neill gritted his teeth and let out a furious roar. With a sudden burst of energy, he charged at a nearby window.
With a thunderous crash, the bulletproof glass shattered, and the burly O'Neill hurled himself out of the building. Mid-air, he lunged at Qin Ming, who was scaling the exterior wall, wrapping his arms tightly around him in an attempt to drag him down.
At this critical moment, Qin Ming dug his hands into the wall with all his strength, hanging completely off the side of the building.
Looking down at O'Neill, who was clinging to his legs and desperately trying to climb upward, Qin Ming's face darkened as he kicked at him repeatedly, attempting to shake him off.
Despite being kicked, O'Neill refused to let go. Instead, he locked both arms tightly around Qin Ming's legs, hanging on for dear life while aggressively trying to drag him down.
The two of them dangled twenty meters above the ground, locked in a desperate struggle.
O'Neill aimed to take Qin Ming down with him, hoping to fall together to their deaths, while Qin Ming was determined to shake him off and let him plummet to his demise.
Swinging back and forth mid-air, neither man could gain the upper hand. Seeing that he couldn't budge Qin Ming, O'Neill opened his mouth and bit down hard on Qin Ming's leg. Qin Ming let out a howl of pain, which only made him kick harder in frustration.
"You bastard! All this for a salary of a few hundred bucks a month?! Why are you risking your life?!"
"You can't hurt General Modorn! We're the righteous ones! We're overthrowing a useless government! We're creating peace!"
"What the hell does peace have to do with me?! I don't give a damn! Let go of me!"
Trying to preach ideals to an adventurer? What a joke.
Adventurers were, at their core, a bunch of desperate people living on the edge of life and death. Every day was uncertain, and they could die at any moment.
They couldn't even save themselves—who expected them to save others?
And if they were to save others, who would save them?
As Qin Ming swung his legs, smashing O'Neill into the wall repeatedly, his frustration boiled over when the bald brute refused to let go, no matter what. Enraged, Qin Ming abandoned all subtlety. With a furious roar, he used sheer arm strength to begin climbing upward, dragging O'Neill along with him!
O'Neill's eyes bulged with rage. As they neared the rooftop, he twisted and writhed, shaking his body violently to no avail. Qin Ming's hands were like iron clamps, embedded in the wall and unmoving, no matter how much O'Neill struggled.
With no other options left, O'Neill reached for his belt, yanked the pin from a grenade, and prepared to take both of them down in an explosion.
Even if he died, he was determined to drag Qin Ming down to crash with him!
Seeing the grenade in O'Neill's hand and the plume of smoke rising from it, Qin Ming's eyes widened in horror. He wanted to react, but it was already too late.
Boom!
A deafening explosion ripped through the air, shattering the section of the wall they were clinging to. Qin Ming and O'Neill plummeted from a height of over twenty meters!
Desperately flailing his arms, Qin Ming tried to grab hold of the wall, but his hands only managed to scrape loose chunks of crumbling plaster.
Before he could crash into the ground, a sudden gust of wind roared through the air.
In the next moment, a fighter jet soared in, cutting a graceful arc through the sky before swooping down to catch him with pinpoint precision!
As his body slammed onto the wing of the aircraft, Qin Ming, still shaken, quickly lifted his head to look toward the cockpit.
There, seated in the pilot's seat, was a familiar figure, focused intently on steering the jet. Behind him sat a gunner manning the rear-mounted machine gun.
The pilot of this modified fighter jet was none other than his loyal deputy, pilot Shuke!
And manning the machine gun? The other deputy, tank operator Beta!
As Qin Ming turned to look at them, Beta, seated in the gunner's position, flashed a wide grin and raised a hand in salute.
"Pilot Shuke! Along with tank operator Beta! Reporting for duty! Boss, welcome back to the team!"