Fatty's face was beaming with a broad smile.
There weren't any chickens stupider than this, letting a weasel stand beside them—how fucking embarrassing!
It wasn't Torick's first time collaborating with Fatty in such performances. Back during the rescue mission behind enemy lines, to encircle and kill two [Vajra], Fatty had used this trick before.
This time, the two old partners cooperated closely again, their acting even more refined. The panic and fear of the pursued and the cruelty and urgency of the pursuers, along with the differing reactions when both sides discovered the Desic troops, were all executed seamlessly and brilliantly.
Wassim couldn't have dreamed that the hundred or so Federation Mecha chasing the [Vajra] from the southeast direction actually looped around from the north, crossing the path of the 137th Division, and collided head-on, with only a ten-minute time difference in between.
