Chapter 161

The helicopter’s rotors hammered the air, loud enough to rattle your teeth.

At the far end of the hospital room, an entire section of wall was just… gone. Only a few broken floor tiles hinted it had ever been there.

The black troop bay bobbed slightly, like a boat riding chop. On both sides, behind mounted machine guns, stood broad-shouldered figures in protective suits—through the face shields you could make out loud, colorful hair in every style imaginable.