Chapter Twenty-Four: Guidance—Journey to the Old Quarter

On September 7, 2237, several planes landed at the international airport in Ankara, the capital of the Turkish member state within the Europa Capitalist Federation. Fully armed squads disembarked from each aircraft.

“If you really can’t hold out, evacuate immediately. The giant can’t get into the basement—you can take shelter there until our reinforcements arrive,” the pilot instructed the teams.

“Don’t worry. As long as you get on the plane, you’ll be safe,” someone reassured.

“Reinforcements? Relax. All you need to do is have a plane ready to transport the giant’s head,” Mikawa replied confidently. The pilot, seeing their bravado, sighed. “Then you can experience what it’s like to be toyed with by a giant yourselves.” With that, the pilot departed.

Afterwards, Mikawa and his companions quietly infiltrated Ankara’s stadium, where the giant lay snoring in deep slumber.

He stood ten meters tall, a steel pipe at his side serving as a weapon. His snores shook the air, shattering glass in nearby buildings, leaving jagged shards as evidence of their force.

As the Wind, Thunder, and Shadow squads debated whether they could approach and land a fatal blow, Andrew suddenly did the unexpected. He shouted, “Full firepower, saturate the target! Blast that damned brute to pieces!” Since all of Andrew’s team specialized in ranged attacks, beams of light and bullets rained down on the giant. But when the smoke cleared, the giant stood unharmed. He seized the steel pipe and swung it, smashing nearby objects. Mikawa and the others had no choice but to retreat.

“Damn it, Andrew! What the hell are you doing? Do you have any idea how dangerous that was?” Enelte, the Turkish legion’s top veteran, berated Andrew furiously. “You really think this is some game where you can just mess around?”

“How was I supposed to know that thing could shrug off the latest mechs? Damn, is its skin thicker than a concrete wall or something?”

“Let’s lure it to the old city,” Mikawa suggested. “It’s going to be rebuilt anyway. Besides, we can snipe at it there and slow it down—its strength isn’t enough to demolish buildings.”

“Alright, agreed,” Enelte replied. “Everyone fall back, guide it to the old city, full fire as cover.” With that, the squads withdrew toward the old city, the giant obediently lumbering after them.

However, as they neared the old city, the giant suddenly caught up with Mikawa’s group.

“Shit, why is that bastard so fast? He’s about to catch us! What do we do?” Andrew’s voice trembled with fear.

“Can you ride a motorcycle?” Mikawa suddenly asked.

“What are you talking about?” Andrew was baffled.

“Like this!” Without hesitation, Mikawa dashed to a motorcycle, mounted it, and started the engine.

“I can give you a lift, or you can find your own ride.”

“I haven’t even gotten my license yet! You did this on purpose!” Andrew cursed as he ran.

“You really think a high schooler would have a license? Don’t be ridiculous. Ride if you want, but everyone else already took off.”

“What?!” Only now did Andrew realize the others had already mounted their vehicles, and there was someone riding with Mikawa as well.

“Take care of yourself, then. Wenxin, let’s catch up to the others.” With that, Mikawa accelerated toward the old city.

“Mikawa, you guys remember this—I won’t let you get away with this...!”

——— Author’s Note ———

Sorry, my computer at home really is on its last legs. It’s basically ready to retire. Why doesn’t my mom take it in for repairs? She says if I broke it, I should fix it myself. Fine, I’ll just keep writing on my phone.

Next, what kind of method will Mikawa use to take down the giant uncle? I have no idea. I’ll let Mikawa figure it out.