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Naranfara

The Survivor Alliance's 2nd Special Independent Action Squad

Sergeant Patrick Flo

Queens Street Jail, a place as bright as day. If Patrick hadn't slipped under the car while the convoy came to a standstill, he would have been spotted by a frighteningly powerful searchlight.

Of course, crouching in a dark garage isn't necessarily a good thing.

At half past two in the morning local time, Patrick could no longer hear the movement outside. He stood up, walked to the garage door, peeked out, and made sure that no one was around before quietly walking out.

Normally, with the help of madness, Patrick would have figured out the structure and layout of the prison in just a few seconds. But now he had to figure it out a little bit for himself and come up with a plan that worked, whether it was right or not, he could carry it out.

For the previous few hours, Patrick had been observing the pattern of the searchlight. He found that the searchlights never found the location of this side of the garage, and that every three hours, from 55 minutes to 05 minutes of the next hour, it was time for the sentinels to change the guard. The order of the last changing of the guard was from west to east, and the next time it may be from east to west or unchanged, which can only be improvised in time.

Patrick walked out of the garage and moved silently to the right. Across the two lanes from the garage is a low, but large-scale building that appears to be a warehouse-like house. The perimeter of the house is heavily defended, and this is where Patrick's attention is drawn.

Infrared scanning marks the enemy. There are two permanent guards standing guard on all sides of the warehouse, including the main gate, and two six-man teams patrolling the warehouse. It's almost impossible to sneak in, and it's not easy to kill them and get in.

Patrick had no choice but to choose the more likely option. He climbed onto a tree planted next to the garage and pointed the crosshair of the holographic sight on the head of the guard standing guard.

As soon as a patrol passed in front of the guards, Patrick pulled the trigger, quickly took down two enemies, then jumped from the tree, rushed to the warehouse, searched for the key to the storehouse, opened the door, and threw the body inside.

He hid behind the wide open gate, counting the time the patrol had approached.

"Hey, why did the door open?"

"Where's the guards?

There was no sound inside the warehouse.

"It's not something you can just open, you can go in and have a look. ”

The enemy did not perceive the gravity of the situation, and this is good. Patrick observed the ground, and under the illumination of the light, three figures appeared in the warehouse, slowly walking into the warehouse. He quietly ducked behind the door a little more, monitoring the movements of the three soldiers who came in.

This is an armory, which stores a large number of weapons and equipment collected by the Revolutionary Union. Patrick hid the body deeply, and it would take a little time for the enemy to find out. At this time, one of the people who came in turned around and walked towards the door.

Patrick sprang out from behind the door, aimed at the man's head and pulled the trigger, then stepped forward to hold the fallen body and gently placed him behind the door. He kept walking in the shadows to avoid being spotted by the two men in the doorway, and when the two enemies in the warehouse were far away from the door, he shot them from behind.

Returning to the door, the two puppet-like infantrymen were unaware of the danger. Patrick covered one man's mouth, quickly turned around and made a few holes in the other, then wrenched the neck of the hijacked infantryman.

In this way, there are still nine more to solve, but it is only a matter of a blink of an eye.

Patrick hides the two bodies outside the warehouse behind the door, turns to the left, and slaps into one of the guards. But Patrick was mentally prepared, and the guard had already eaten a few bullets before he could raise his gun. Before his companion could turn his head, he also fell in a pool of blood.

There was movement from the other side of the warehouse, and it was another patrol returning from a circle. Patrick didn't rush out immediately, but went around to the right side of the warehouse first and eliminated the remaining two guards. He leaned against the wall, swapped his magazines, and glanced sideways at the warehouse door. There was an infantryman standing there.

After thinking for a moment, Patrick turned around with his gun in one hand, pulled the trigger towards the target, and pulled the only remaining plasma grenade from his waist with his left hand, and threw it into the warehouse. Turn around, hold the grip, aim, and the warehouse just flashes with electric light, and Patrick also takes advantage of the situation to turn on the overload, quickly find the enemy's position, and deliver three bullets for each target.

After about five seconds, the vicinity of the warehouse fell silent, and Patrick could finally get a good look at what was inside.

Arsenal. To be precise, it is the place where the weapons collected by the Revolutionary Union are stored. Patrick didn't know who was in prison, but for now, it wasn't a well-behaved sheep.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Patrick thought to himself, and a plan came out of nowhere.

He scoured the warehouse for explosives and brought everything he could use. Thanks to the Administrator's hard work, Patrick quickly replenished what he could use. The gaze that quickly swept over the display shelf suddenly stopped and landed on a gun.

It was the G41's rifle, and the exposed parts of the modified rifle crystal shimmered with a starry orange light. Patrick took it off and carried it behind his back.

At three o'clock in the morning, the sentries were already changing the guard. Each guard change has a ten- to thirty-second period when the searchlights are stationary, and Patrick has to use that time to prepare for each step.

He first ran to the bottom of the rightmost watchtower, where the sentry, who had just finished his shift, climbed down and was knocked down by Patrick with the butt of his rifle as soon as he landed. He looked left and right and burrowed into the woods of the green belt. When the searchlight turned, he lay down and hid in the grass, and when the searchlight passed, he crawled forward.

After advancing some distance, Patrick noticed that the watchtower at nine o'clock had changed shifts. He took the opportunity to get up and rushed towards his destination, the high wall of the prison. With his back to the base of the wall, and making sure that no one around him had spotted him, he began to plant bombs on the wall.

After the bomb was planted, the watchtower's searchlights were put back to work, and Patrick hurriedly ran to the bottom of the watchtower to avoid direct light. He planted a second bomb on the pillars of the watchtower to further secure the route during the evacuation.

"Four, do you see anything?" Patrick said as he heard the man above him.

"Then you double-check. He added.

Patrick listened and immediately climbed the ladder. The light slipped under his feet, and he was spotted a second later.

"It's good if you don't have it. It may be a rabbit, but will there really be a rabbit here......"

The threat is lifted. Patrick jumped lightly, and all the towers were changed, and there was no room to go for the rest of the way. However, Patrick's remaining distance was from the watchtower to the prison.

Mastering the pattern of the searchlight, Patrick ends up next to the prison. He planted the last bomb on the wall so that he could open a way to evacuate. Leaning over and jumping into the ditch, the robotic arm broke the rusty fence and threw it aside. The dark sewers are narrow enough for one person to pass through. The sewers weren't long, though, and Patrick quickly saw the lights.

"Sir, what's going on?" Reaching the end of the sewer, Patrick saw two figures before hearing someone say this respectfully. He paused and listened to the two men.

"I'm sorry to tell you, I can't parse any of the results...... The human form you captured is very special, and her mental cloud map has been locked with Goldbach deduction, and I can't handle it...... It should be said that the entire technical department cannot handle it. ”

For some reason, Patrick's chest felt as if it had been hollowed out when he heard the man's voice. He lay on the ground, almost out of breath.

"Shall we ...... What are you going to do with her, sir?"

"There is no doubt that this figure is of high value, otherwise the enemy would not have used such sophisticated means to protect her 'brain'. We can't give up yet, even if we don't get a little information from her, she has value in itself. Contact the Führer, he will make a judgment. ”

"Yes, sir!"

A shadow vanished. The other shadow took a few more steps closer to Patrick.

"I really didn't expect you to have a connection with him. The man muttered to himself, his shadow twitching, and a piece of paper swayed and floated down.

Patrick, who was in a trance, raised his head slightly, and his gaze fell on it. That's a photo of Patrick and G41 at the playground.

"Hmph......" the man sighed, "Patrick......"

It seems that the heart has fallen into the stomach.

Patrick's eyes darkened.