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Shanghai, China

The Survivor Alliance's 2nd Special Independent Action Squad

Sergeant Patrick Flo

"Do you really want to go back and make sure?"

"Yes, Commander," replied Patrick, "if it were still there, there would be no need to find another boat to cross the river. ”

He was tired of the air of the Demon Capital filled with collapse liquid.

"I found it," said Galil, "it was our ship, and it hadn't moved at all—except that there was a lot of iron and blood around it. ”

Patrick scanned it, and there were six iron-blooded heavy armorers and three grenadiers guarding the ship. Giving it to the two tactical girls alone is enough to deal with an enemy of this level of feeling.

"Really?" the commander still couldn't believe it, "destroy all the ships at once, and we'll basically not be able to cross the river......, right?"

"Maybe it's a trap," said Patrick, "or maybe Iron Blood Pressure didn't try to stop us from entering North Land." ”

"Why ......"

yes, why. Adjudicator, what the hell are you thinking?

"Really, what are you talking about with the commander, anyway, wouldn't it be better to get the boat back first," Negev complained from the side, "and it makes people angry that they dare to rob the old lady's boat...... Hey, it's going to be on. ”

It's the first time I've seen such a grumpy humanoid. Patrick wanted to think about it, and his physical action still didn't fall behind. He fired a flashbang that exploded above the Iron Will's heads.

Before the panzers could raise their shields, the machine-gun bullets had already bitten into their armor.

"Die!" roared a manic Negev.

The three grenadiers were blinded and scattered, each found a bunker to hide, and when his vision was restored, he raised his gun to aim at the exposed Negev.

Seeing that Negev was unaware of the danger, Patrick quickly raised his rifle and took aim, finding that the grenadiers had fallen. Tavor, behind Negev, exhaled deeply, the muzzle of the gun still smoking.

"Negev wasn't usually so reckless, and he looked like he was really angry. ”

"Really?"

"Although the appearance of the killing ring is terrifying, but in order to take into account the overall situation, it will still restrain itself and carry out the order, and the human form that claims to be a combat expert is not bragging. ”

"Commander, who are you talking about?" Negev looked back, a sickly smile on his face, "I'll have to 'educate' myself when I go back, but don't let me go back early, Commander." ”

There was no sound on the other end of the comms. Patrick reckoned that the Commander was shivering at the screen.

Galil activated the patrol boat, and everyone boarded the boat one by one. Nine times out of ten, the lighting along the river is broken, so the river is dark. Griffin's tactical girls all seem to be equipped with night vision devices, except for Negev, so Galil turns off all the lights on the ship to reduce the chance of being spotted by enemy troops.

It's just a few minutes......

However, when the patrol boat reached the center of the river, Patrick knew that they had been tricked. On the opposite bank, a row of self-propelled guns was neatly arranged, at least about five, and they calculated the time when they crossed the river and began to store energy.

"Turn left, quick!" Patrick ordered intuitively.

Galil gritted his teeth and jerked the rudder, and the patrol boat turned eighty degrees to the left, and the whole ship almost flipped over.

The sound of the splash was a testament to the precision of the beam cannon, and the rising waves pushed the patrol boat. If he hadn't turned just now, I guess Patrick would have turned to ashes.

"It's pitch black, why can the self-propelled cannon still aim!"

"I don't know," said Patrick, "concentrate on the next wave." ”

"Huh?!Don't be so calm—"

A beam cannon flew over the stern of the patrol boat.

"It's the first time I've seen high-precision self-propelled guns, not to mention whether they have night vision capabilities, according to past experience, self-propelled guns should be difficult to hit moving targets. ”

"But now they don't necessarily hit us. Patrick grabbed the edge of the patrol boat and wiped the water that had just splashed on his face with his hand.

"No, the shells are too close," explained the commander, "as if the self-propelled cannon could guess your sudden change of speed or direction." ”

I see, that's where the incongruity lies.

"Any clue?"

"Well, I'm afraid you'll have a tough battle to fight when you go ashore. ”

"Commander, think of a way!" shouted Galil, "I can't hold it anymore!"

"Just endure it a little longer, and hold on to two more waves. ”

Indeed, as the commander said, the self-propelled guns on the shore are being scrapped one after another, a sound different from the charged fire of the beam cannon, which comes from the air every few seconds.

It was the gunfire of anti-materiel sniper rifles, coming from the Oriental Pearl Tower, which is more than 400 meters high.

At the same time that the last self-propelled cannon was destroyed, Galil, who was in charge of driving, was also exhausted. She barely grasped the rudder with both hands, and stepped on the accelerator feebly.

"Straight ashore. ”

"Huh?"

"I said just rush ashore. Patrick repeated.

Galil was almost crying, she was going to go back to the manufacturing factory as soon as she died.

The patrol boat approached the shore, and several beam guns reached out from the embankment, green beams hitting the bow of the boat. The tactical girls fired back, but it was difficult to hit the target on the patrol boat traveling at high speed, and it only weakened the enemy's offensive.

With a sudden jolt, the patrol boat rushed up the rocks, and the bottom of the boat hit a large rock and stopped. Patrick endured the severe pain caused by the collision, jumped out of the patrol boat, and raised his rifle as soon as he landed.

When everyone had disembarked, Patrick took the lead and climbed the embankment. The iron-blooded figures hid behind cover and attacked as soon as they saw the figure.

"Twelve, eleven, and one o'clock are all iron-blooded, and the attack begins!" said Tavor, finding a position to cover fire.

"You guys......" Negev showed his manic side in the direction where the enemy was hiding, "don't test my patience!"

Patrick managed to kill two humanoids under the cover fire of his teammates, and after completing a surprise attack, he turned and leaned against a pillar to unload the empty magazine. Suddenly, a beam rifle came from behind the post, and the green light from the muzzle illuminated the right side of his face. When Patrick found out, he couldn't hide from it.

The rifle bullet sliced under the brim of the hat, and the beam of light struck the post as soon as the fatal iron-blooded humanoid hand deflected. Patrick, who had changed his bullets, switched to his left hand and leaned out of the post slightly, shooting enemies in the same aisle one by one.

Patrick glanced at the G41, who was throwing himself into battle. She had just saved her own life.

Crossing the fallen corpses, Patrick and the Tactics Maidens move on. However, after crossing the river, the iron-blooded defense became more tight, and it was better to say that there were fortifications everywhere. Although the speed of their progress is not slow, the continuous high-pressure combat is a huge drain on everyone's physical strength.

Even if FAL was out of breath one second, she had to be ready to dodge bullets the next. Patrick uses scanning to detect enemy locations with a high frequency, as every building has the potential to hide from a hunter ready to snipe them, every underground passage has the potential to hide a Predator squad ready to sneak up on them, and even a drone or Stephen mechanical dog can pop out of an abandoned truck container.

"What the hell, the attacks haven't stopped all the way!"

"Master, the direction of eight o'clock is here again......"

In fact, there are not many people who deploy defenses in the Iron Will, mainly because of the constant harassment and cunning standby positions, which make them very difficult to deploy.

In other words, ordinary people, they would have been exposed to the streets a long time ago. The Tactics Girls continue to fight only on the basis that "they can still move", not because of their willpower. Of course, this is just Patrick's unilateral speculation.

"Hold on, everybody, we're almost there. ”

I don't know if it's to boost morale or because of his own personality, Tavor's voice sounds very light. Patrick's nerves tensed, and he carefully guarded his surroundings.

They arrived at the checkpoint on the island of Beilan, leading to the last place where the island could be fortified. A tanker truck is parked in front of the closed iron gates, and the Iron Warrior and several rebel soldiers are using it as cover to block their progress.

"Is that enough, do you want to hold this place with this little strength?" Negev said disdainfully, "Tavor, Galil, watch the rear." ”

"Alas...... Is the end of the crossbow?" FAL said, firing a grenade at the checkpoint.

However, no one expected that the explosion of the grenade would trigger an even more serious situation. A large number of green liquid droplets form a gas that spreads out to the surrounding area.

The tanker truck was loaded with a high concentration of collapse fluid.