There were far fewer resistance personnel than expected, and there was no such strong firepower network or appropriate tactics as before.

"We killed him!"

After hearing the news, Carl Zimmerman said "Okay" mechanically.

He should have been overjoyed, and he spent so much money just for this thing - to kill a high-ranking official of Plato.

If he can return to Gaia safely, the Ministry of War will definitely promote him to general. This is the highest-ranking Platonic official killed by Gaia soldiers since the 4th century.

The admiral led his men quickly into the ruins of the already crumbling hall. Only the tall man in the Privy Council uniform fell in a pool of blood. The other Platos raised their hands in surrender, and there was silence.

Zimmerman took a careful look at the face of the deceased. The victim's head was hit by a laser beam, and his scalp seemed to have lost a piece, and his face was covered in blood.

The admiral frowned, paused for a second, and said:

"It's not him at all! He's not the man I saw wearing the uniform of a high-ranking official!"

Although he is about the same height, he is a young soldier with an oriental face. He is definitely not a white tiger knight around 40 years old. Except for his black hair, he is completely different from the man in the impression of fighting hard while running.

The admiral called up the projection video and watched it again.

"That high-ranking official exchanged clothes with a Platonic Asian soldier!" Zimmerman said with certainty.

But why is this? He raised his head and looked around, and couldn't help but have a strange premonition.

Could it be?

Suddenly, a group of Plato's small drones "Clownfish" flew straight down from the ceiling that was full of collapses and cracks. A burst of crazy bullets were denser than raindrops, directly attacking where Admiral Zimmerman was.
Chapter completed!