Chapter 489 Welcome to...Hell~

A state-of-the-art fighter jet from the United States was hovering in mid-air. Inside the cockpit sat a tall, stern-looking, and muscular man whose face was obscured. His short, gray-brown hair indicated the pilot's nationality.

What's even more chilling is that a long-haired, green-eyed girl holding a machine gun was standing on the top of the fighter jet!

The girl wore a half-skull mask, revealing only her curved eyebrows and eyes. Those emerald green eyes were clearly full of laughter, yet they inexplicably sent chills down one's spine, as if being stared at from the abyss.

She held a menacing black heavy machine gun in her hand, with an astonishingly thick barrel and eight muzzles arranged in a menacing manner, making it seem as if death itself was beckoning to them.

General Ham stood frozen in place, his face drained of color, staring in horror at the completely shattered French windows beside him.

How is this possible?!

This glass is made with the most advanced bulletproof technology in their country, Aimu. Even the bullets from their country's latest machine guns cannot budge it in the slightest!

But the mysterious girl who appeared out of nowhere easily blasted him to pieces with a weapon he had never seen before!

The next second, he saw the mysterious girl outside the window smiling and waving at him.

A wicked smile curved her lips, and she spoke in a clear but deliberately drawn-out tone, lightly:

Good afternoon, sir.

Her voice was as sweet as honey, but her eyes were as cold as knives.

Then, she parted her red lips slightly and uttered a devilish whisper:

"We're going to hell!"

(Good afternoon, sir~ Welcome to Hell!)