Chapter 294: Trap

"Ah, hell! What are the Star Country bastards doing?" On the other end of the surveillance feed, Jason Looske watched Brock Yale cleave a fighter jet apart in midair. His eyes went wide, disbelief stamped across his face. When he saw that four missiles not only failed to kill Brock Yale, but instead turned the Picton Group Headquarters Building into a living inferno, he exploded into profanity. "Ah, hell! Th-This…!" George Picton stared out the window and started trembling so hard his teeth...