Patrick and G41 hid in the mezzanine opposite the door behind the conning tower, a still hot corpse beneath their feet.

"Team Six reports, Team Six reports, the bodies of our personnel have been found in the central tower, the windows in the command room have been damaged, and the intruders may have infiltrated the base. ”

"All the teams immediately set out from the standby location to search, and no one was allowed to slip through every corner. ”

The news heard from the communicator of the garrison soldier was undoubtedly a wake-up call for Patrick. Some of the enemies are very efficient, and they are not small characters who can deal with them casually, and they must be mentally minded.

In short, they will be over when they find out, and there will be no room for struggle and resistance. Being able to eavesdrop on enemy communications is their only advantage, and they may be able to sneak in if they take advantage of that.

After all, it's not once or twice to become a ghost.

Through the gap in the partition, a pair of boots appeared in front of them, and Patrick and G41 remained motionless, not breathing. The enemy stopped for a moment and left to the left. After a while, another shadow flashed in front of me.

This road is not working. Patrick, who had just passed by, knew that the road was uncovered and the other rooms were now full of people searching them. They had no choice but to slow down and walk into the mezzanine. The sound of mechanical parts running overshadows the sound of footsteps, and this noisy noise is reassuring at this time. The intertwined lines and pipes seemed to point them in the right direction, and the steaming mist of water confusing the road.

"Team 4 reported that no enemy figures were found outside the central tower. ”

"Team six, there is no inside, the closer locations have been found, and there is no one. ”

"Broaden your search. ”

Turning left and right along the ventilation duct, sometimes climbing up and down, they found a dimly lit opening, quietly removed the baffle, crouched and moved out. It seemed to be a poorly regulated workshop, and the head-up monitor showed a warmer than average room, and Patrick looked at the map and saw that they had moved down a floor.

Waste incineration workshops, which use combustible waste as fuel for energy, are a great way to save energy, and they seem to be a good facility for bases built in space. But as far as Patrick knows, the Lunar Fortress doesn't lack this energy, and it's likely that it's just for the garbage.

The combustible garbage compressed into cubes is transported to the incinerator by a conveyor belt, where the scorching energy and the gases from the combustion are sent to two separate places. The two crossed the conveyor belt, and the communications center was above their heads.

Patrick raised his hand and motioned for G41 to stop, hiding under the stairs. He faintly heard movement, and it was getting louder.

"Report," the voice came from the communicator captured from the enemy's corpse, "this is Team 2, entering the garbage incineration plant. ”

Sure enough, someone came, and I was afraid of something. Fortunately, the situation is not the worst, the waste incineration plant is relatively spacious, and they still have room to maneuver.

Footsteps were heard on the stairs, and Patrick pulled his pistol out of its holster, ready to go. A member of the search team appeared, and the moment he turned the stairs, he was hit in the head and staggered two steps. Probably because of the helmet, the search team did not fall unconscious, but were trying to recover. Seeing this, Patrick decisively raised his gun and killed him, and the .50 caliber bullet pierced the helmet, giving the target no chance to call for help.

There was never just one enemy, and Patrick quickly picked up the body and threw it into the incinerator, at least so that they wouldn't be found for a short time, enough to get them out of here.

The two leaped up and stepped over the railing, and Patrick used the scan to mark the enemies in the workshop. One of them was on an iron frame above their heads, patrolling the top, and they moved directly below the man, following his pace little by little to the electric well. When the enemy on the iron frame was far away, Patrick smashed the door of the electric well with his fist, and climbed up after entering.

They climbed to the center of the communications center, where there were many correspondents, just a wall away. Patrick used the scan again, and he had to carefully observe the situation in the communication center. They couldn't get into this location, and the electric well didn't lead directly to the communications center, but Patrick didn't need to.

He searched for the threads that had been gathered, and the AED system marked them with different colors, and it took about five minutes for Patrick to finally find the thread to send and receive messages. The transmission wires converged in a glue tube, Patrick took off his gloves, rolled up his sleeves, popped out his Hidden Blade to cut through the rubber, and then cut a pair of communication lines for uploading and receiving respectively, and placed the manipulator on the exposed circuit.

A slight spark of electricity erupted from the communication line, and then it fell silent. The AED system forcibly bridged the communication between the two points, and Patrick's hearing was constantly disturbed by noise during the construction.

"This is the Free Nation Military Command, please identify yourself. If you forcibly connect to us as unlawful, we ......"

"It's me, Junoan. Patrick said, keeping the volume as low as possible.

"Parker, you're still alive," said Junoan, overjoyed, "I thought you had gone to Yellow Springs this time. ”

"Almost," Patrick replied, "the space station is disintegrated...... And we're in a bad situation right now. ”

"The subjects you sent back were crying miserably, we all thought ......"

"Junoan, I'm not here to talk to you," Patrick interrupted her, and an anomaly appeared on one of the communications stations in the communications center, which the correspondent quickly noticed, "Can you locate our location?"

"Wait a minute...... You're on the moon?"

"Well, on the far side of the moon," said Patrick, "can you send some supplies?"

"Wait a minute. ”

Patrick waited as patiently as he could.

"No way," Junoan finally replied, "we can't pinpoint your location, and there's no guarantee where the portal will open. ”

"Let Fran locate it," Patrick said, "let's find the right place first, and we're done." ”

Interrupting communication, they climbed up the electric well, bypassed several rooms, and finally found the door to another electric well.

Coming out of the confined space, the sound coming from the joints is extraordinarily loud. Yet the engines roared everywhere, and the robots methodically performed their work, without looking up at them.

This is Nagku, where some transport planes and medium-sized mechs are parked. They entered an empty transport plane, and Patrick waited a little anxiously as he calculated that Fran should have determined their location.

He activated the scanning reconnaissance, and the two soldiers who had been marked came in to check the transport plane. They collided, and the two searchers immediately raised their guns at them when they saw them, but they didn't pull the trigger in the first place.

"Don't move, we're searching the fortress for enemy infiltration, please cooperate with us and report your names. ”

Patrick leaned sideways, his hands raised, and he pondered whether to pull out his pistol and finish them off.

"Comrade, I repeat, please report your name. ”

Just as Patrick was about to pull out his gun, a purple light lit up behind the two search teammen. They were about to turn around in surprise when two scimitars slashed through the cold light, and their heads parted.

Patrick and G41 lowered their hands and watched as the uninvited guests stood up, their chests puffed out proudly.

"How can you be clumsy?" said the captain...... "Noyelu teased.