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Revolutionary Union Atila

The Survivor Alliance's 2nd Special Independent Action Squad

Corporal "Mask"

Fleeing from the brink of death several times, Kamen doesn't really mind living the last three months, he has nothing left.

Following the female officer, the mask arrives at the command center of the Coalition in Australia. Here he must find a way to return to the ruins of the island, as well as the weapons he needs to destroy them. Two bottles of Molov can only burn down a straw house, not a frighteningly large artificial cavern.

However, there was nothing he could do now, and if he walked into the enemy's stronghold, the Survivor Alliance's uniforms would perfectly turn him into a moving target - to the point of being conspicuous, directly blocking his options to infiltrate. It was even more impossible to kill it directly, he would definitely not survive for three seconds.

Kamen hides in the dark and narrow alleyway, thinking about countermeasures, while observing the situation at the intersection in front and behind. He had never encountered such a situation, and perhaps the AK47 given to him by the Jews would never be used.

"Hey, kid, boy. Just as the mask was about to give up, a man in a Confederacy uniform suddenly turned into the alley and walked briskly towards him. Kamen immediately stood up and pointed his rifle at him.

"Don't don't don't ......" the man stretched out his hands and shook them repeatedly, then raised them above his head, half-crouched down, and made a gesture of surrender, "Don't shoot." ”

Kamen felt strange, but he didn't let go of his gun either. On the surface, the man in front of him is still his enemy.

"Look, look, see that?" the man pointed with his raised right hand to the camera on the alley wall, "There's one thing every ten feet, so you're not, can't be undetected here, reason, reason, theory." ”

The mask is still holding a gun at the man's head.

"Still don't understand? Listen, I, I, I'm in charge of these surveillance cameras, cameras, and I can see your every move, I, me, I can see it clearly. If I had reported it in the morning, you, you, you would have been publicly executed. ”

With that, the mask put the gun down. At least for now, there is no threat from the man in front of him.

"Thank you, thank you. The man smiled and lowered his arms, rubbing his hands together, "Jason." ”

"Masquerade. They shook hands.

"I'm glad you, you, you can trust me, comrade. Jason said with a smile, "I'm the engineer in charge of monitoring the area, and I'm also a spy sent here by the Lucky Alliance. ”

"Spies?"

"Hmm...... Actually, I haven't contacted the headquarters once, please, I beg your pardon. ”

Self-styled. Masquerade thought.

"Anyway, you look like you need help, comrade, you want to go in, don't you?"

Kamen nodded.

"I, I, I, I have a solution, do you want to try it?"

"As long as you can get me in," Kamen said gloomily, "just try." ”

Fifteen minutes later, Kamen returned to the gate of the enemy's command center and swaggered inside, successfully attracting the attention of a large number of enemies, but was not targeted. The madmen of the Revolution just gathered around him and stared at him.

Because his hands were tied behind his back, and Jason was walking behind him with his own pistol.

That's Jason's plan. It looks stupid to disguise the prisoner as an escort and infiltrate the base, but the mask has no other choice. Dead horses should be live horse doctors.

In full view of everyone, the two walked as fast as they could to the doorman guarding the gate of the command building.

"Yo, Jason, what did you bring back?"

"A can, hateful, filthy polluted area, a district rat. Mask could hear Jason putting on a vicious expression as much as he could.

However, this was exchanged for laughter from the surrounding soldiers.

"Jason, you should not forget that the Revolutionary Union never captures prisoners of war. Another doorman said, the sound of a rifle being loaded.

Masquerade's heartbeat is about to stop.

"He's not an ordinary soldier, he's, he's, he's an intelligence officer appointed by Lord Asaya to escort him. Open the door for me, don't stand in my way to promotion and fortune!"

The soldier's laughter grew louder, and one janitor even slapped Jason on the back of the head.

"I'll tell you, your dear Ombudsman will leave the prisoner behind and blast you out without hesitation!" said the doorman, knocking on the AK47 on Jason's back, "With your taste, you still want to be promoted?" I'll open the door for you now, and don't forget to come back and tell us your joke later. ”

Kamen breathed a sigh of relief amid laughter. He was really afraid that Jason would be exposed, but instead Jason hid it well, or that his "comrades-in-arms" were arrogant bastards.

They walked to a weak well, and Jason took out a key with a trembling body, and it took a long time to open the door through the keyhole. The two walk in, and Jason loosens Kamen and gives him his gear back.

Kamen looked Jason up and down.

"Don't worry about me, I—I'm not afraid, it's just a disease. Jason said, handing Kamen a walkie-talkie, "Climb down this well and you'll reach the armory and the Nagku, I'm sure you, you'll need, need the equipment inside." ”

Kamen nodded, taking the walkie-talkie from his trembling hands.

"It can help you hear what they're talking about. Now, let's go!" Jason exited the well.

The mask slid down the electric well and slid to the bottom. The sapper, who was repairing the circuit, took a surprised look at the uninvited guest and was sent to hell. Kamen pulls the corpse into the electric well, gets out by himself, closes the door gently, and walks slowly against the wall.

Turn on the walkie-talkie and slowly adjust the mask, trying to get useful information from it. He found that the thugs liked to blow up each other on the walkie-talkie when they had nothing to do, as if to vent their anger that they had nowhere to vent. As he listened, he turned right through a fork in the road, through a mechanical door, and to his left was where the mech was parked.

Nagku, for mechas, is a parking lot-like place, combining car washing and car repair services. The simple iron frame divides the parking position of each mech, which can not only stabilize the mecha, but also serve as a scaffolding for maintenance workers.

"Call the mecha pilot in column 71, repeat, call the mecha pilot in column 71, please do a routine check on the mecha to ensure that there is no abnormality in attendance tomorrow. ”

Heard some interesting news. Kamen leaned against the railing and poked his head out slightly to look at Nagku, revealing that the walls behind each slot were spray-painted with numbers, and Kamen quickly found what was called Slot 71, where a mech was parked that he hadn't seen before. Painted in green camouflage, the weapons on both sides of the fuselage are four rectangular columns, two on each side, and it is not obvious from the appearance what kind of weapons they are.

"Huh, isn't that your maintenance worker's job?"

"I'm very sorry, second lieutenant, because it's a new type of machine, and the maintenance workers at the base haven't got the relevant information, so ......"

"Okay, I see. I'll do it myself. ”

I'm afraid you won't be able to leave when you come. Kamen thought silently.

After the maintenance workers learned that the driver of No. 71 was coming immediately, they were busy with their business. Kamen sneaks over and enters the cockpit of the new mech. The owner of the mech arrived in less than thirty seconds, and the second lieutenant hesitated a little after stepping into the mech, but finally sat in the driver's seat and activated the mech.

The moment the cockpit door closed, a dagger stabbed the second lieutenant in the left chest. He tried to shout, but a strong hand covered his mouth tightly, and he finally stopped struggling.

The mask pushes the dead Coronaine officer aside and sits on the mecha himself. The next night, he'd have to study the new thing.