As a curbstomp ensued, both parties opened fire. The smell of gunpowder filled the air above the sea.
The high-velocity magnetic wave gun in Bai Ye's hands fired again and another plane was destroyed by him. This gun was nothing short of perfect and he was getting hooked. The young kid kept commanding with calm and ease. The First Terrorist Organization's air force became an impregnable force that attacked and defended whilst they prepared their final round of attack.
Nikolai saw how bad things were and could not be any more concerned about his ego and loudly said, "Master, let's retreat. If we keep this up, we will be utterly decimated."
Louis, a sinister look on his face, clenched his fists tightly as rage emanated from him. While he could try to clearly and sensibly assess the situation, reluctance overcame him. All his hard work had gone to waste as he was defeated with them within his grasp. Damn it!