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"Here we are. Kira's female warrior said.

Pulling back the curtain on the hold, Kira's eyes widened, greedily taking in everything he could see. It was a new world for him—a ring of towering concrete walls that protected the low-rise complexes, some very modest bungalows.

The children ran to meet the returning warriors, clamoring for them to tell them what they had seen and heard outside; Couples who are unoccupied make out on the side, and the woman snuggles up to the man; The old man on crutches walked down the street unhurriedly with the ingredients he had bought.

It is impossible to see a peaceful scene in the polluted area, which Kira never imagined, but it happened in the here and now. He was like a saint who witnessed miracles happening one after another, grateful and touched at the same time, and extremely happy.

"Welcome to the Sanctuary, if you intend to stay, then from this moment on, we are family. A Resistance said.

Kira longed to live in this warm and safe home now, even if he was allowed to sleep on the street.

“…… Yes, the three people we brought back are in the same situation as above...... Alas, really?...... I understand. ”

A Resistance fighter dismissed the child who was pestering him and walked over to Kira.

"I'm sorry, the three newcomers, our leader wants to meet you, can you come with me?"

It wasn't Kira's turn to make decisions, so he chose to remain silent.

"Of course, no problem, let's go. Suomi readily agreed.

"This way, please. ”

The three of them followed the Resistance fighter along the only main street into the heart of the vault. The square is large, but it doesn't look empty. The residents of the shelter turned the square into a bazaar, with shops and vendors of all sizes opening their doors on the periphery of the square. There was an obelisk in the middle of the square, and Kira didn't know what it was for, at least people who were tired of visiting the market rested next to it.

The bustling market can finally see a little shadow of the past here. Kira couldn't help but feel nostalgic for the past, and although life in the Revolutionary Union was difficult and full of imperial thoughts, at least it was stable and materially abundant.

"Please follow me," the Resistance soldier re-emphasized, "and anyone who has just arrived is prone to getting lost." ”

Let's heed the advice...... It takes several seconds just to determine that the source of the voice is being spoken.

As they walked through the plaza to the obelisk, Kira noticed the warrior pausing for a moment. Because it was close enough, Kira could see the words on the obelisk. It is the name of the person, the name hewn out with an awl, which covers the base of the obelisk.

"I'm sorry, but I still want to take the liberty of asking, are the names engraved on this all the sacrificed soldiers?"

"No, it's not," the Resistance fighter shook his head, "the compatriots who died in the battle were shrouded in horse leather, and the carved on them were all missing people who were alive and dead, and their names were ......"

"What if the missing person is found alive, or if a body is found?"

"I'm sorry, I don't know, this hasn't happened so far. ”

"Really......"

At the other end of the street, there is a concrete building, guarded by two armed guards outside the door, and a radar at the back of the building.

This is the only decent military facility in the Vault, and presumably the headquarters of the Resistance. The cold steel color scheme of the building does not fit in with the atmosphere of the square, and its abruptness would have been visible to Kira at first glance if it were not for the obelisk blocking it.

The Resistance fighters who led the way spoke to the guards, and the guards opened the door.

"Three of you can go in, please go up to the second floor. ”

"Aren't you going in?"

"No, it's you, not me, who asked to meet. ”

Arnold took the lead in pushing open the half-open door and walked in first. Kira hesitated for a moment and entered after Sommy.

The first thing that catches your nose is the smell of bacon, which can be mistaken for a food processing workshop. However, the smell was actually a mixture, and on the wall from the staircase to the entrance were four bookshelves, stuffed with paper documents of different years, mostly printed directly on white paper. On the right hand side of the door, a desk is next to a printer filled with communication ( recording?) equipment, and in the space behind the desk, eight large machines are lined up against the wall in two columns, from which the sound of someone talking is heard.

Kira was curious about what the machines were for, but he didn't dare approach them due to the strong smell of burning. Arnold did not hesitate to go forward to observe, and after seemingly figuring it out, he touched the top of the machine with great appreciation.

Trepidating up to the second floor, Kira found that the second floor was much better than the first floor—simpler and cleaner. A holographic projection tactical table, in Kira's words, "a glowing table," sits in the center of the room. On the left wall is a whiteboard nailed to which photographs and documents are fixed with magnetic sheets, connected by lines drawn with markers.

One of the photos that attracted Kira was a group photo of the four of them.

"Is that just the three of you?"

The person who spoke was a man about Arno's age. His hair was slightly curled, blonde and white, and a pair of orange shooting goggles tied to his forehead, but his eyes were still bloodshot. The stubble on his chin was not shaved clean, which contrasted with the man's thin face, which accentuated his haggard image, but he had a cigarette in his mouth, which had a special charm.

Kira couldn't tell if the man in front of him was a soldier or not, because although he was wearing blue camouflage pants and military boots, the camouflage jacket on his upper body was open, and he didn't have the rigor and ability of a soldier.

"Yes," replied Arno, "I wonder what your Excellency has ordered us to come to?"

In response to Arno's rhetorical question, the man gently exhaled a puff of cigarette, walked around the tactical table, walked over to Somi, and looked at it for a while.

What a strange man. Kira thought to herself.

"Tactical humanoid, Suomi KP-31, why is it still appearing now......" The man's words meant something.

"That's what the commander meant, and I don't know ......"

"Can you reach him?"

"I'm sorry, we've been missing for some time......"

The man took another drag on his cigarette and slowly exhaled.

"What are the commander's instructions?"

"The goal is to bring at least one survivor of the contaminated area back to safety, preferably the 'night owls'. ”

The man snorted, thoughtful. He then extinguished the cigarette butt and put it in the ashtray.

"Carlyle Armstrong, Commander of the Resistance," the man said, "it's a pleasure to meet you. ”

"It's my pleasure, Kira Albert. ”

Arno also briefly introduced himself, mentioning that he had served as a soldier in the Revolutionary Union and was willing to contribute to the shelter.

They then left Carlyle's command room, only to say a few words before leaving.

"Based on your situation, I have something I want to ask you for, but before I can do that, I need to sort out the information. So until then, please rest well. ”

Faced with Carlyle's icy tone and bluntly stating his purpose, Kira could only pray that tomorrow's commission would be relatively simple.

"Hmm...... Where are we going next?"

"How about going here?" said Somi cheerfully, unfolding a flyer.

"Wine ...... Bar?So you like to drink......

"No, I'm not very good at drinking. Somi looked into his eyes with an innocent expression.

"It's okay, I'll take care of the two of you, hahahahaha~" Arno laughed.

Kira sighed. No way, let them go.