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S05 Sector Command

The Survivor Alliance's 2nd Special Independent Action Squad

Sergeant Patrick Flo

Restrained.

The iron-blooded humanoid figure lay motionless in the bushes, looking through the scope to see where he was.

The Iron Sniper, codenamed "The Executive", would have had Patrick not been in the nose without his chosen sniper location close to the edge of the scanning range.

"Iron Sniper?" said the Commander, "now that you know where she is, I'll arrange for someone to dispose of her." ”

"It's not that simple," Patrick replied coldly, "and we can't take any chances. ”

"Hey ......"

Before the commander could say anything, Patrick cut off the communication.

Yes, it's not just executives. The damn figure stood on the top of a conspicuous building, looking down on the airport.

The adjudicator is not a puppet, the real ontology. Patrick had no idea what her cards were, and the damage caused by her rash move was immeasurable.

But if you think about it the other way, the other side will move more smoothly......

The adjudicator suddenly moved, and Patrick became alert. He scanned his surroundings again, marking a large amount of iron blood rushing towards him.

Without the cover of the Cyclops' wreckage, Patrick could not escape the sniping of the Executive. He could only stand still and face the iron-blooded encirclement, so that he might be able to live a little longer.

There is still time. Patrick set his sights on the wreckage behind him, from which he could take cover.

"Madness, how am I going to get the Cyclops' steel plate off. ”

"Do you want to use composite armor as cover......?

Soon, Patrick's vision marked several pieces of armor with several red dots scattered across the armor.

"This is where the armor is locked," said the madman, "and with your ability you should be able to smash them and remove the armor plates." ”

"Roger. Patrick replied, immediately moving his hand.

"Ah, by the way, Griffin's reinforcements are on the way. Good luck. ”

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"Look, what did I say before?"

"Yes~ Marshal. I apologize to you, I will do as soon as possible as you asked, please forgive me. ”

"It's nothing, Adjudicator. Has the virus been destroyed?"

"It's a pity, yes, Marshal. ”

"It's okay, go kill him right away, and then attack the command. That bunch of garbage can't stop us. ”

"I can't ask for it~ I'm angry~"

Buffon interrupted communications. Everything was as he expected.

As long as Iron Will and Griffin fight to lose, he can reap the benefits of the fisherman. It doesn't matter who the winner is, he just needs to go back and eat it.

Puppets are puppets after all, and they are completely under the control of humans.

"Charlie, get the helicopter ready, we're getting out of here. ”

"But sir, our troops and allies are still ......"

"Oh my god!

"Yes!" the adjutant named Charlie hurriedly saluted and contacted his subordinates to prepare the helicopter.

Buffon continued to keep an eye on the monitor, watching as the multitude of iron and blood surrounded the damn fellow. This man who is regarded as a thorn in his side, he has to see his death, only when this guy is dead, he can rest assured.

In addition, the adjudicator was so focused on her goal that it seemed that the marionette had fully believed him. The reason why the human form is called the human form is that its meaning of existence is to be used by human beings.

"Sir," Buffon's adjutant said, "the helicopter has five minutes to arrive." ”

"Good, we'll be leaving in a moment. ”

"Also, sir, we've lost contact with Team A. ”

"Team A?" Buffon remembered as a team of clones patrolling the vicinity of the camp, "and let Team E go and see what's going on." ”

"Yes!"

Don't let a little thing stop him.

However, less than a minute later, his adjutant Charlie stepped forward to report again.

"Sir, Team E has lost contact as well. ”

In less than a minute, two squads disappeared in a row - no small thing. Someone must have snuck in.

"Let everyone search it!

Buffon gritted his nails and swept his eyes over several surveillance footage. How did you sneak in? No, it can't be. That guy was still at the airport, surrounded by iron and blood, how could he come? I didn't see a Griffin attack, so it was impossible for anyone to sneak in.

He slowly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he was overly worried. Maybe it's just a coincidence that the communication equipment of the two squads is malfunctioning.

However, the sudden sound of gunfire made Buffon immediately realize that someone had indeed come in, and it was not far away.

"How long will the evacuated helicopter arrive!" Buffon asked his adjutant in a loud voice.

"About two minutes to go......"

"Damn!" he slammed his fist into the tactical table, "Let the rest of the troops gather here!"

"Yes......"

Buffon turned around and put on his body armor and pulled out the pistol he had brought with him for self-defense. As soon as the attacker shows up, he will shoot as soon as possible.

After a commotion, two teams finally arrived in the command room. This was enough, no matter who the attacker was, it was impossible to deal with more than ten times the number of people at once.

If the attackers had known each other, they might have given up.

However, it is clear that the attackers would rather die than stop attacking. Three sparks emit from the ceiling, and one of the soldiers falls to the ground. Buffon followed the light and saw only a white figure flash quickly.

"Shoot! kill the intruder!" Buffon ordered, raising his pistol and shooting at the attacker. However, the white shadow seemed to have no substance, and the bullet did not hit her at all.

It's a ghost.

"Don't be stupid, knock it down!"

With a bullet in the empty magazine, four or five of the soldiers guarding the guard had already fallen. Buffon was a little panicked at this time, he didn't think that the person who came here was a monster like that guy.

He then switched to magazines, fired a few shots, and when it didn't work, he turned and ran towards the helicopter landing site.

It must not be planted here. Buffon thought.

"Charlie, is the helicopter ready?"

There was no reply on the other end of the communication.

Is that idiot dead too...... It doesn't matter anymore. Buffon ran outside and saw the helicopter parked on the platform, the propeller spinning, ready to leave.

There was no way, he had to go alone.

Buffon boarded the helicopter and beckoned the pilot to take off, but there was no reaction from the cockpit. Impatiently, he shook the pilot, only to realize that both pilots had been shot through the head.

He was so frightened that he fell off the helicopter, his grip on the pistol trembling, looking around for the attacker.

"Scarface, bald head, confirmed features consistent with Buffon Calanrain. ”

Buffon slowly turned his head and saw the true face of the white ghost.

If it were any other situation, he would have laughed out loud, even out loud - the gun pointed at him was a girl with canine ears and different eyes, no taller than his chest.

He never dreamed that he would die so easily at the hands of a tactical humanoid that he had spurned all his life.

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Patrick had just fired his last bullet.

Iron Will's offensive gradually weakened, and finally the offensive stopped.

Griffin's reinforcements arrived, and Iron Will began to retreat.

"Master, confirm the killing of the commander of the Coalition of Christians, Buffon Calanrayne. ”

"Well, come back, G41. ”

"Yes!"

Patrick leaned against the wreckage behind him, holding a rifle in his arms. He looked up at the sky slightly, then lowered his head again.

The sun shone on the devastated battlefield, and there was not even a single bird cry around, only the crackling sound of fire.

They may have won the battle, but the final outcome of the war has not yet been decided.

Before that, Patrick wanted to get a good night's sleep.