The freight car, Eighteen, crept through the abandoned base, resembling a gigantic beetle.
Li Pan led the way with a flashlight, occasionally crouching to inspect the bullet holes and blast marks on the ground.
It was obvious that the Martian Marine Corps squad at the door hadn't come to the company base for a tea party.
The veteran with the studded forehead was the elite of the elite. In terms of combat quality, they were basically at the same level as Cerberus.
And unlike those veterans whose bodies slept in space capsules, serving remotely through a QVN link on frontier worlds, leaving their real combat prostheses behind, only to return from retirement to sweep streets or work security, the Martian MM was the top defense force of Earth in this world. Stationed on Mars year-round, they used their own bodies, coupled with top-notch enhancements and technology provided by local companies, basically representing the strongest individual soldier quality in their plane of existence.
