Elder Batu informed the elders of the information currently available.

"I see. Looking at it this way, the situation is not as bad as we feared."

"Yes, as long as we can resist their attack before support arrives."

"This is Meteor Street. We are more familiar with the terrain. It might be beneficial to us in a fight."

The elders present felt relieved when they learned that this force had no follow-up support and was not from the Aztec Republic or the United States of America.

As long as it's not these two neighboring countries, that's fine.

"I have already drawn up a combat plan, and I will leave it to..."

"Zi...ZiZi..."

Before Elder Batu finished speaking, the lights in the Council of Elders suddenly flickered.

The next moment, it went out with a "pop".

"Power outage?"

"Inform the maintenance personnel to check it out. Don't let anything go wrong at this time."

Regarding the power outage, the elders present did not react much, but Elder Batu, who was sitting at the head, frowned and looked at a man in black behind him.

"Inform Varan that the opponent is probably going to attack, so let him prepare!"

"Yes, elder!"

The man in black replied, reaching out to turn on the radio communication to convey the elder's order.

"Zizzi..."

But when the man in black turned on the communication, all he heard was the sound of electricity.

"Elder, there is a communication failure and cannot be used."

"Then just use the phone, it's fine."

Elder Batu frowned and said that the communication failure at this time made him more and more uneasy.

The man took out his cell phone, turned it on and found that there was no signal.

"Uh, elder..."

The man looked at the elder with some embarrassment.

"Clang!"

Elder Batu suddenly stood up, and the seat behind him touched the wall. The elders looked at him, and saw that his face was extremely gloomy at this time.

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Meteor Street Outer Street.

"Let me go!"

"Who are you!?"

"This is Meteor Street, why are you arresting us!?"

In the square outside the church, more and more Meteor Street residents gathered, and gradually they could no longer stand, so everyone was arranged to gather on the streets on both sides of the square.

"Sir, the operation has begun."

Shang En came to Glid and reported.

"Very good." Gleed grinned, with an unruly smile on his face, and twisted his neck, "You lead people to guard here, and I'll go do some activities."

"yes."

Shang En nodded.

As soon as he finished speaking, Gleed took off and ran towards the central area of ​​Meteor Street.

As Glid left, seven hundred soldiers in the defense force guarding the residents of Meteor Street immediately took action, opened the holographic map, and acted according to the assigned combat missions.

"Buzz buzz..."

Drones flew out from the bottom hatch of the Night Crow aircraft, crossed the sky above the defense troops, and headed towards various areas in the inner streets of Meteor Street.

Ensure that every area is under close surveillance by assisting defense forces.

This time, 2,800 soldiers of the Assistance Defense Force were mobilized, equivalent to one-third of the Assistance Defense Force. Two thousand of them carried out an operation to clear the resistance forces in Meteor Street and the House of Elders.

The remaining 800 soldiers are responsible for controlling the residents of Meteor Street. After all, the residents who can live in Meteor Street are also considered dangerous elements.

Maybe it will create a stumbling block for them when they launch military operations.

Although it is not a threat to the defense forces, Ilumi still cannot kill too many people if he wants to rectify Meteor Street.

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The inner street of Meteor Street.

In a dark hut, a group of people were hiding inside, holding guns and staring at the street.

"How's it going? Is the communication still unavailable?"

A burly man wearing a black field uniform asked his companion beside him.

"Yes, there is no problem with the communication equipment, but it just cannot be used. It seems to be interfered with by something."

A man also wearing field uniform, but with a black scarf on his face replied.

"Damn it, these losers in the Council of Elders are out of control at this time."

"Without communication, wouldn't we just be a bunch of blind and deaf people?"

The other people in the room suddenly became angry. They were all dressed in camouflage field uniforms and holding various firearms, including sniper rifles, submachine guns, rifles, and machine guns.

They are a team, mercenaries who came out of Meteor Street, and are quite familiar with things like fighting.

"I didn't expect that I would encounter such an unlucky thing just as I was returning to Meteor Street after finishing an order."

"We actually want to fight with regular troops."

A man holding a sniper rifle complained.

"Okay, don't complain." The burly man raised his palms to signal him to shut up, and then pointed to both sides, "Each of you go to the arranged positions and ambush, follow the old rules."

"yes."

The group of people in the house left the house secretly, leaving only five soldiers, including the burly man.

"Boss, are those thugs and gangsters really okay?"

The masked man in black scarf leaned against the wall inside the window and asked.

"Whether it works or not, the other party has already taken action."

"Fortunately, the combat tasks have been assigned. Next, it depends on the actions of that mysterious force."

The burly man replied in a deep voice. He was not optimistic about this battle at all. Mercenaries, gangsters, and gangsters were involved. In this era, even a tenfold difference in military strength could not make up for the gap in weapons, equipment, and military technology.

This burly man was exactly what Elder Batu called Valan. Because he had been active on the battlefield as a mercenary, Batu gave him the task of fighting the Meteor Street gang.

The battle plan was also drawn up by him and his fellow mercenaries.

"I don't know how long those gangsters and gangsters can last. I hope they won't die too soon."

The burly man thought to himself.

"Boss, someone is coming!"

A man lying on the ground wearing a hood and a sniper rifle in his hand looked out from the crack of the door and happened to see a man in black walking out of the street.

"Is it an enemy?"

the burly man asked.

"He was not wearing combat uniform, only a black suit with a black windbreaker on top."

The sniper looked through the crack in the door to look at the person's clothing, walking posture, and expression.

I saw that man walking struttingly on the street, with an unruly smile on his face. He had such a temperament that he could only have the words "I am not a good person" written on his face.

"It's hard to judge. This guy might be from Meteor Street."

The sniper looked at the unruly and ferocious smile on Glid's face, and was a little uncertain for a moment. Is this a bad guy? Is this from Meteor Street?

There wouldn't be such people in the regular army, and they don't wear combat uniforms.

"Then don't worry about him and don't expose your position."

Because the sniper was not sure of the identity of the visitor, the burly man also glanced from the window. His temperament did not look like a soldier, but like an outlaw.
To be continued...