"If you can't keep it, don't promise the girl. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”――S117

Daron City, India

The Survivor Alliance's 2nd Special Independent Action Squad

Sergeant Patrick Flo

The streets were already covered with charred marks and flames, and the burning debris might be the remains of enemy troops, and Patrick couldn't tell for a moment.

At least no enemy fired at him, and the area was temporarily safe.

"Military stab 02-2 call 02-3, repeat, 02-2 call 02-3, received please answer. Patrick said.

The cyclops in front of him was sliced off in large pieces by a cannonball, a supporting mechanical foot was knocked off, and the mecha collapsed in the middle of the road. The alloy plate under the gun mount was badly deformed, and it was there that the cockpit corresponded.

It can be said that madness is more than lucky, considering that he has not been able to contact him, maybe he has already braided.

But Patrick didn't believe that the madman had died like this, his life was hard, at least not yet. He climbed onto the top of the hatch, smashed it with all his might, and when he opened it again, the steam rushed out.

"Patrick?" asked the man inside the cockpit, looking up at him.

"yes, it looks like you're pretty good. ”

"It's okay," snorted madly, "except that the lower half of the body is completely stuck." ”

"Okay, I'll get you out. ”

"Don't bother," Mad dissuaded him, "we're running out of time. Although the Cyclops had a 50% damage rate and almost all of the systems were out of order, he was able to manage to get a shot out of it in manual mode. ”

Patrick looked at the cyclops. If the cannon is fired again, this mecha will definitely fall apart with its owner, and it will only exist in the memory of a few people from now on, becoming a mystery.

"Oh, don't feel sorry for me. Tell you the truth, this is the ending I've always dreamed of," said madly and flirtatiously, as if it were still the same time as it used to be joked about, "not in the garage in front of a pile of scrap metal, but in exchange for life for the key to victory!

Patrick listened to him in silence, his brain unconsciously jotting it down word by word.

"I said, Patrick, how about you react. Forget it, I'll entrust you with one thing at the end. ”

Madness pulled a chip from the inside of the collar of his shirt and reached out to Patrick.

"It's part of my life's work, just plug it into any electronic device terminal and it will work. It's okay, take it with you as if I'm by your side. ”

"Do you think I have a chance to live?" Patrick asked back, taking the chip.

"I don't know, but it must outlast me, even if it's just for a second. ”

Is that so? Patrick was skeptical.

"02-2, 02-1 call," Carlyle's voice came over the communicator, "target has been spotted, identification signal confirmed to be McCroft, and entered the Civic Center. ”

"Got it, I'll catch up right away. ”

"How's 02-3 going?"

"It's alive, but it's going to be a K.I.A. soon. ”

"Yes? ”

Carlyle cut off communication.

Patrick can't wait to catch up with McCroft and do what he has to do. However, rushing to achieve it would ruin him, so Patrick kept reminding himself to stay calm.

"I'm going to the Civic Center. Patrick said to the madness.

"Aha! Then this shot of mine can open the way for you. ”

"Crazy ......"

"Focus! The enemy is coming. ”

After saying that, at the crossroads ahead, there were troops from the Revolutionary Alliance on the left and right sides turning around.

"Hey, am I a hero?" asked Madness.

"No, not at all. Patrick replied.

"Well, that's good," Madness chuckled, "because I'm a ...... Ruthless characters. ”

Running forward without looking back. Patrick had only one thought in his head, and he could never look back in every sense of the word.

In the face of the influx of Confederate troops, Patrick could no longer hear what the madman behind him was saying. As he was about to engage the enemy, the sound of cannon fire shattered his obstruction, and a flash of fire reached the lobby on the first floor of the Civic Center, where it was enveloped in black smoke.

The last salute that ended his life lit the way forward. This should have been the work of a great man, but now it was done by a madman.

All that remained was sporadic resistance, unable to stop Patrick's advance. Along the way, he made it to the Civic Center and back here.

At great cost, the result was a circle that was hard for Patrick to accept. Now is not the time to sigh, although it is still foggy, there is no confusion in his heart, and he will not hesitate for a moment.

In the devastated civic center, the surviving soldiers, although they still want to put up a stubborn resistance, can't even hold their guns firmly. Patrick ended their lives so that they wouldn't be harassing him again, but he also used up all the bullets in his rifle.

Pulling out his pistol, Patrick came to the elevator again, only to find that it was broken. Maybe it's the elevator that McCroft destroyed to prevent him from catching up after he ran away.

"Uncle, is there a flying unit close to the roof?"

"No, not even a single figure. ”

"Where's the scanning building?"

"It turned out that there was no one who matched McCroft's characteristics, and we lost track of him. ”

So he didn't go upstairs. Patrick thought, then the only way to leave or be underground.

"Please look for the area near the Civic Center again. ”

"Roger. ”

Patrick's first thought was the subway, but when he went to the main control room of the Civic Center subway, he found that all the subways had stopped running, and the entire underground transportation network was paralyzed. He didn't know who did it, but at least McCroft couldn't get away from it.

He returned to the lobby on the first floor, carefully compared the floor plan of this floor, and made a new discovery.

In the area where the staff rested, tables, chairs, and parasols had been blown away by the impact of the Cyclops shelling, leaving only wood chips and cement fragments. It's the only place that doesn't deviate from the floor plan - I'm afraid the poor brainwashed people who have been beaten to death would never have imagined that there would be a refuge under the place where they drink their coffee every day.

Discount a few pieces of metal disguised as planks, remove them, and the trapdoor leading to the underground entrance is presented to Patrick's eyes. He pulled open the trapdoor and leaned half down.

"Patrick! can you hear me? Patrick!"

It's the commander, and it sounds rather eager.

"Clearly, what's the matter?"

"You and your squad must get out now!

"No, I can't. McCroft has not yet confirmed death. ”

"Don't worry about McCroft, there are thirty minutes left before the UN takes action. They will not send any troops, but will use nuclear strikes to suppress the United States!"

"Roger. Tell Uncle to let them withdraw first. I've found McCroft's hideout. ”

"Patrick!"

He took a deep breath and exhaled heavily.

"Commander, do you remember, you once asked me if I had any dreams. ”

“…… Remember. ”

"Perhaps...... It's not a dream. "I want to have a home." ”

"Patrick?"

"Take care of my family, please. ”

After Patrick finished speaking, the communication was cut off forever.