"Whiz..."
A needle-type man-portable air defense missile shot into the sky, bursting into a brilliant firework.
A 'Gray Hawk' drone with flames trailing behind, carrying three unexploded Hellfire Missiles, plunged toward the ground.
"Boom..."
A huge explosion echoed through the woods north of the factory, sending a plume of black smoke soaring into the sky.
The appearance of another air defense missile threw the command post at the rear into chaos...
Blake Bent cursed furiously into the phone at the person on the other end...
"You can tell from the launch trajectory; it's a needle-type missile, the same model that took down the Death God drone.
It must be the Death Angel...
Not only did you fail to kill the enemy, but you hit our own people.
Why didn't you wait for the ground signal before attacking, who gave you the authority?
I'll report you to the higher-ups; you bastards get ready for the military tribunal..."
