The Demon’s Menu

Chapter 629: Chapter 48: The Way of a Stay-at-Home Man_2

Having once held a special occupation, it was quite normal for him to be privy to some secret knowledge.

"Are there no forces left to counterattack?”

McCaul asked.

"Currently, the only main force warship at the base is the ‘Kirin’.”

Tel replied.

"Main force warship? That’s got to be able to take it down, right?”

McCaul pointed at the Sabie alien warship in the sky.

"Of course.”

"These types of smaller warships can’t compare to a main force warship, but the ‘Kirin’ is an unfinished third-generation main force warship. It returned to Earth to complete its power and artillery systems. Three days ago, the ‘Kirin’s power system was just disassembled and improved, and it hasn’t been installed yet

Before Delbon could finish, he started to chuckle bitterly at the situation.

Although he was part of the ‘Mystical Side’, with his integration into the ‘Ground Reconnaissance Bureau’, he had also come into deep contact with some things named ‘technology’.

Perhaps he was still unaware of the more advanced theories.

However, he was very clear about one thing: reinstalling the ‘Kirin’s power system wasn’t a matter of a day or two.

And Cherry City wouldn’t last a day or two.

In fact, it didn’t even need that much time.

Based on the firepower and speed displayed by the Sabie alien warship just now, Cherry City would be reduced to ashes in half an hour.

Brian and McCaul’s faces turned exceedingly grim.

Obviously, both had come to the same conclusion.

John, with a stony expression, headed towards the room.

Cherry City wasn’t important.

What was important were the memories he had here with his beloved.

Therefore, he couldn’t allow Cherry City to disappear.

About a few seconds later, amid the roaring of the engine, a heavy truck emerged from a concealed underground passage.

Looking at the heavy truck that had driven out, Tel’s eyes nearly popped out.

Heavy trucks were common.

But usually, heavy trucks were towing trailers.

However, what was attached to this heavy truck was all artillery!

The artillery was arranged in three tiers, with four gun barrels on the top layer and six on the two layers below.

Squeak, squeak!

Under the control of the central pressure-regulating system, the heavy truck hunkered down like a tiger, and all 16 gun barrels opened up, with missiles adjusted through the barrels starting to aim at the Sabie alien warship.

"This, where did this come from?”

Stumbling over his words, Tel asked.

"As an adult homeowner, isn’t it normal to keep some weapons behind the closet at home, some in the basement, and some in the garage?”

Brian calmly replied.

"But, but this is a self-propelled gun!”

Tel had an expression that said ‘I’m a man too, don’t joke with me’.

"That’s the difference between an ordinary homeowner and a ‘Mystical Side’ person.”

"An ordinary homeowner needs more weapons to protect his family and home.”

"As for the Mystical Side?”

"I don’t know much about it, maybe we can share notes later.”

Brian said as he walked towards John.

Looking at Brian’s retreating figure, Tel’s face twitched.

He was a ‘Mystical Side’ person, but at most, he would set up a few ‘alarms’ in his house, or at the very extreme, add a couple of ‘acid traps’. How could he possibly have something as extravagant as self-propelled guns?

"Protecting oneself is not wrong.”

"We just want to live more safely.”

McCaul patted Tel on the shoulder, consoling him.

Tel agreed with such sentiments, and subconsciously, the ‘Mystical Side’ member was about to nod when McCaul spoke up again, “So, a self-propelled gun is not enough. Though it has been modified, its anti-air capabilities aren’t as good as an anti-aircraft gun. We need to install two concealed anti-aircraft guns in the backyard!”

With those words, McCaul also walked towards the heavy truck.

After a couple of steps, McCaul paused.

"No, it’s not enough.”

"Two anti-aircraft guns are too few.”

"And they’re too concentrated.”

"We need at least six, scattered around the house.”

McCaul’s face brightened with a warm smile as if struck by a brilliant idea.

Tel clearly heard these words.

This member from the Clock Tower stationed at the ‘Ground Reconnaissance Bureau’ seemed to have his view of the world refreshed.

His stiff neck made it impossible for him to nod anymore.

No, it wasn’t about nodding at all.

It was about how he couldn’t possibly agree with such a notion.

How could a home possibly contain so many dangerous items?

Home should be homely.

Home should be filled with laughter and joy.

Such a home is what’s truly cherished.

But…

What if someone came to shatter that happy life?

Tel’s expression turned grave.

He started contemplating his own happy family being attacked by invaders, what if his wife or children were hurt, or if something even worse happened?

Although I don’t have a family now.

One day, I will.

So what’s wrong with preparing for a rainy day?

Immediately, his grave expression became stern.

Tel’s breathing quickened involuntarily.

A suffocating sensation overcame his chest.

He couldn’t bear any harm coming to his wife and children.

The house would have to be refitted.

Alarm traps didn’t need to be abundant, just add two more.

Acid traps, he should place 20… no, 30 of them.

Lightning traps too, 30 as well.

What if spells were targeted and failed?

Without thinking, Tel raised his head, looking towards the three men nearby.

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