"Pieces locked in a box, unable to be put together into a future puzzle. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Countless times of reasoning gradually became noisy, and the logic that even gods can deceive. - Amadeus

Daron City, India

The Survivor Alliance's 2nd Special Independent Action Squad

Sergeant Patrick Flo

Trying to open his eyes, Patrick barely fainted.

The robotic arm propped up the floor, and only after his body slowly recovered and his consciousness was a little clearer did Patrick get up from the ground.

Warehouse...... Yes, I fell in. He looked up at the hole in the roof that had been smashed, and he couldn't believe it if he fell from such a high place.

At a glance, the warehouse is full of boxes and a crane is parked in the corner. Patrick unravels open one of the chests and discovers that it contains mechanical parts, most likely needed to produce the mech.

I found something useless, but the warehouse is a nice place. Here he can wait for the next instructions, and even if an enemy is attracted by his movements, it will be difficult to spot him.

It is also possible that the enemy has already laid an ambush and is waiting for him to fall into the trap.

As Patrick decided to walk around, he heard a small sound again, the same sound as the sand that he had heard a few minutes before the explosion of the meeting room.

With the lessons learned, Patrick knew that what he was hearing was anything but good, and that it might be a few seconds before it would explode.

To be on the safe side, Patrick turns on the scan to reconnoitre, only to see red light that fills the field of vision, making it almost impossible to see.

Very bad...... The sense of crisis has risen sharply. He turned and ran, rushing out of the warehouse as fast as he could in his life. Patrick had reset his visual receptors, and his usual promising scans were now a stumbling block, and if he had been distracted by the imaging, he would have almost been planted here.

Turning around after running out of the warehouse, Patrick could see what was chasing him: an object resembling iron sand, freely combined into various shapes, and pervasive. The numbers are staggering, and the group is spread out enough to cover the sky.

Patrick even suspected that someone was using magic - dreaming - which could not have been achieved by the current level of technology, which was centuries ahead of its time.

"Patrick, where are you?"

"Didn't move far," Patrick replied, staring at the monster in front of him, "a warehouse." ”

"Oh, yes, I'm close to you, would you mind a hand?"

"Not available. "The iron sand poured out and gathered together to form several awl-shaped minions.

"I'm stuck," madness grumbled, "and I'm running out of cyclops, and I'm all left." ”

"You can take a few seconds to look at the sky in the warehouse. ”

"Oh my God...... "Madness seemed shocked, "what is that...... Will there be a huge number of nanobots in this era? The processors and manipulation systems that carry them...... I can't imagine it......"

"Nananobots? I see. Patrick said, "I wish you could help me." ”

"Sorry, they're coming. With that, the communication was cut off.

The sharp cone formed by the nanobot protruded, and Patrick quickly dodged away, and the iron sheet behind him was pierced with a large hole.

He shoots at the nanobots, apparently to no avail.

The claws that had attacked him just now circled back, and Patrick had no choice but to flee. According to the madness, these nanobots are controlled through a certain terminal, and as long as they find that terminal and turn it off or destroy it, these monsters can no longer be arrogant.

But in the face of this kind of monster, it is difficult to find a computer, or even to avoid its attacks.

Patrick breaks into another warehouse, using every little obstacle to buy every second to dodge the nanobots' attacks. His struggles are like a leaf in the sea, trying not to be swallowed up by the sea in the midst of the choppy waves.

The shelves with the tools were knocked over and smashed down, and Patrick hurried away, but the claws attacked again, and there was no time to dodge. In desperation, Patrick had no choice but to raise his robotic arm to block the nanobot's spike.

The palm of his hand caught the awl composed of the robot, and the swarm that had been like a whip suddenly stiffened and stopped. Patrick was stunned for a moment, then realized that his mechanical arm was responsible for the magnetic force.

There are other robots as well. Other claws stabbed at him, and with a flick of his hand, Patrick threw the magnetized nanobot out, blocking an assault, and then retreated and continued to escape.

He leaped forward, reached out and grabbed the railing on the second floor of the warehouse, climbed over it, then broke the skylight and went up to the roof, jumping to the building next door.

One or two claws catch up, and Patrick also uses the magnetic force of the robotic arm to defuse the crisis. The claws that burst out from under his feet nearly hit him, and he lost his center of gravity and fell backwards, sliding off the roof.

This is the second time I've fallen today, but luckily this time it's a light fall, and Patrick can get up right away.

Before he could stand on his feet, a hole was broken in the wall of the house in front of him, and the ghostly claws found him again. He caught it with both hands and staggered back two steps.

I'm running out of stamina......

Patrick felt a palpable chill coming from behind the claws and the broken walls, and noticed the white gas on the claws. Other claws gradually emerged from the house, also steaming white.

He looked left and right, and there was a water tower behind him.

Lucky again.

Patrick punches the nanobots in front of him, turns around and uses the Valkyrie grenade launcher, blasting the water tower. The nanobots came at him together, and he stepped back, and the water in the water tower was poured on the nanobots, quickly forming ice.

It's safe for now. Patrick thought to himself. Thanks to the liquid nitrogen and water tower in the cold storage, he really didn't know what would have happened to him.

He tried to contact the madness, but there was no response. Maybe he doesn't need his own support.

Patrick looked at the ice in front of him. When the snow melts, the marionettes come back to life. In this case, Patrick might as well find the control terminal of the nanobot as soon as possible and destroy it to further ensure the success of the operation.

"Patrick~Ah~We're meeting again~"

Patrick's brain was buzzing.

Or maybe the manipulator comes to the door himself.

He immediately raised his gun and fired, but more nanobots were already in front of the two of them, and the bullets could not penetrate the iron wall.

"Adjudicator?"

"That's right~ You're so glad you called my name~"

Patrick raised the grenade launcher again and used the grenade to attempt to attack the Adjudicator, again to no avail.

"Give up~ I have as many nanobots as many as 50 billion~"

The adjudicator laughed. Patrick realized that the butterfly wing device behind her was missing.

"So......" The adjudicator raised his hand and waved it slightly.

The nanobots formed a huge wave that instantly submerged Patrick.