"I need a weapon. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”――S117

Revolutionary Union Ryrov Front

The Survivor Alliance's 2nd Special Independent Action Squad

Sergeant Patrick Flo

After quickly rushing out of cover and running diagonally to the supply crate, Patrick managed to attract most of the enemy's firepower, giving the G41 enough space to kill two enemies. They were able to dodge and dodge all the way, engaging the enemy and breaking through quickly, approaching the main entrance of the Brody Fortress with maximum efficiency. The defenders of the Confederation also became aware of their infiltration operations and began to send troops to the main defensive points in the fortress. They even did whatever it took to disrupt Patrick's movements, even if it was to blow up the passages in the sections.

Patrick didn't have time to dwell on these miscellaneous soldiers, so he had to resort to all kinds of risky methods to quickly deal with the enemy who came to obstruct him.

"Smoke bombs!"

Too late. Patrick coldly raised the G3SAR and marked the enemies shrouded in smoke, killing them one by one.

Suddenly, there was a clamor of machine guns, and Patrick immediately recaptured the supply crate. He pulled out a sphere and rolled it from behind cover towards the sound source, and the scanned images showed that three hoplites were suppressing him. The sphere touched the foot of the rightmost infantryman, who subconsciously took two steps back, but the sphere just bounced up and sparked, and nothing happened.

The hoplites, who thought they had been tricked, raised their machine guns and angrily tried to rush forward, only to find that their target was gone.

With a few muffled sounds, two infantrymen fell down from the weak spot pierced by rifle bullets, and one of the remaining infantrymen turned his head to see a white figure, but before he could see clearly, his neck was torn off by an irresistible force.

This was the last bit of defense in the vicinity, and Patrick and the G41 had to get out of the way before the other enemies arrived.

As the enemy blew up the main passage leading to the front area, Patrick and G41 had to climb back up the high wall and head to the main entrance from above. The walls weren't a threat, most of the enemies were sniped by the G28, and only the guards who had just climbed up could resist once or twice.

"Master, you've found a support target!"

Following the direction indicated by G41, Patrick saw three new mechs in the shape of the Righteous and Revolutionary Alliance. They barely dodged the mech's ground bombardment, blasting enemies who tried to approach with their guns.

Shotgun tactical humanoid, I see. The new humanoid created by I.O.P. is this heavily armed humanoid equipped with a shotgun to crush enemies with overwhelming force. However, when they encounter the same heavy units, they only take a beating, and the shotgun can't even tickle a mechanical unit with thicker armor unless it uses a single bullet.

Patrick pulls out the Valkyrie grenade launcher and loads it with a sticky grenade. He held his right hand with his left hand, held the launcher flat, and the AED system automatically calculated the flight path of the grenade.

The boxes mounted on the left and right sides of the mecha were unfolded, and a rainstorm of machine gun bullets was immediately fired, and missile bays were also carried behind the shoulders of the mecha, bombarding its targets while the machine guns were suppressing its powerful firepower.

However, Patrick discovered that when the new mech was attacking with all weapons, the main body could not move, and could only adjust the direction of fire to a limited extent. This is undoubtedly the best attacking opportunity for Patrick.

He chose where the grenade would land, pulled the trigger, and the grenade burst out of the launcher and landed precisely on the attachment of the mech's mounted weapon. As the grenade detonated, the weapon on the right side of the mech flew out in one piece.

The attacked mech hurriedly turned back to look for the attacker, but Patrick had already hidden the replacement ammunition.

The frustrated mech fires indiscriminately with its remaining machine gun, even harming its own allies. Now the mech is a runaway beast, eager to find the killer who injured it.

"G41, I'll leave it to you. With that, Patrick climbed down the wall. The Thruster slows his descent and allows him to slowly approach the mech.

The mech finds its target and attacks without hesitation. Patrick rises head-on and fires the grenade with his launcher, which explodes at the mech's feet, forcing the mech to stop firing and balance its balance to avoid falling.

Patrick took the opportunity to fire his grapp, grabbed the mech's torso, pulled himself over with his right hand, and smashed his left fist into the heavy armor plate. Under the strong impact of the mechanical arm, the armor suddenly deformed and deflated. Patrick took advantage of the victory, shoved the grenade into the armor, kicked it away, and then detonated the grenade, blew through the mech, ignited the fuel tank of the mech's thrusters, and finally the mech was torn apart.

Patrick stood up from the ground in a terrifying manner against the scattered debris and swollen fireballs—the eyes of the Confederate soldiers were like those crawling out of hell—and the bullet killed him before he could even see it.

Patrick didn't have it easy, he still had to slow down from a hard landing, and the skeletal tremors were not a pleasant experience.

"Support is coming slowly, and if it's a few minutes late, we'll all have to go back to the furnace and rebuild. ”

As he followed, a slightly mature figure glared at him angrily. She has gray hair with a hint of red, pendants on her ears, a black leather jacket in red and black, and even her high heels are quite iron-blooded. It's just that the clothes on his body are in tatters along with the bulletproof inserts, otherwise the human figure in front of him is still the opposite sex with excellent charm. At least in Patrick's concept, it's called femininity.

"I'm sorry, I apologize for this old woman," the other figure quickly apologized, "I'm really sorry." ”

The humanoid wears sunglasses and a black hood, and Patrick cannot see her face clearly (although Patrick is seen more severely by others). But just from the conversation, you can feel that the figure in front of you is very modest, but it is a good fighter. The figure raised her head slightly, and the firmness revealed in her gaze highlighted her heroic posture.

"Who do you say is the old woman!"

"If you think it's too noisy, please forgive me. The humanoid apologized again, "I'm a KSG shotgun-type tactical girl humanoid, and this is the M1887 Winchester. ”

"Is Winchester you?" said Patrick, in a somewhat flirtatious tone.

"What do you mean by that......"

"Sorry, there's this one, M37. ”

Another humanoid ...... introduced by KSG Patrick couldn't grasp any physical features, the only thing that stuck in his mind was the exaggerated breasts...... Of course, there is also a bandeau dress with black edges and a white background (transparent?), a black jacket and hat, a cloth bear tied to the shoulder bag with shotguns, and an orange bear paw print on the bulletproof bezel. The corners of high heels and clothing, such as sleeves and stockings, are all decorated with orange, and the eyes are also orange - this is a characteristic that a normal person cannot have.

"No, no, please call me Ithaca. "Also, I beg your pardon for Winchester's rudeness." ”

"I didn't take it to heart," said Patrick, who hadn't taken off his mask, had no more courtesy, and wasn't in a position to accept an apology. ”

Announcing his name is a self-introduction, and Patrick doesn't want to talk too much and prepares to carry out the next battle.

"Senior, does the commander have operational instructions?" asked the KSG.

"Well, I'm going to shut down the fortress's anti-aircraft array so that our support can land safely. ”

"What about us?"

Patrick paused, but the commander didn't tell him what to do next. But looking at their situation, I'm afraid going with him won't help much.

"You stay and defend this area," Patrick said to himself, "the Coalition should have sent reinforcements, and we're going to hold out until our support comes." ”

"Yes, we get it. KSG replied, "Then senior, this is for you." ”

Patrick took a portable communicator from the KSG, with a gun in one arm depicted on the back, which was the emblem of the Confederacy.

"It's their communicator, and it flew out with the carcass's flesh, and I picked it up. ”

It sounds disgusting.

The best way to check whether it's good or bad is, of course, to turn on the communicator, and Patrick turns it on.

"Hey, hey, oh, thank God, you finally turned on this communicator. The voice of a middle-aged man came from the communicator.

Patrick frowned. He didn't know who was talking.

"Hey, is anyone listening?" the middle-aged man continued, "I'd be glad if I could tell me if it was Griffin's doll or if it was a lucky fool who opened it." ”

"Who are you?"

"Great!man!" came a clapping voice from the other end of the communicator, "I didn't expect that there were still people who were lucky enough to be alive...... Oh, I mean on the battlefield. ”

"Answer my question. Patrick asked.

"Okay, okay, don't rush. I'm Buffon Calanrain, do you need any further clarification?"

Patrick searched for the name in his memory. He is the commander-in-chief of the Revolutionary Union.

"What are you looking for us?"

"Why is it so serious? Kid...... Wait, are you from that special squad...... Something like special forces?"

"I won't say it a second time. ”

"Hahaha, I'm sorry, my fault," laughed the middle-aged man, who should now say Buffon, laughed, "I'm here to tell you that you're about to be defeated." ”

Sure enough, there are no good words. Patrick thought to himself.

"Out of my mercy, if you and your friends are willing to surrender, I can consider preferential treatment, give you employment opportunities, and ......"

"No thanks. Patrick interrupted.

"Oh, yes, that's good," Buffon said in a loud voice, and in the blink of an eye he became very serious again, "it's your choice, kid." Remember, you gave me a war letter. ”

Communication was interrupted.