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Naranfara

The Survivor Alliance's 2nd Special Independent Action Squad

Sergeant Patrick Flo

Worst...... How long have I been asleep?

Patrick got up from the ground and glanced at the time. He had only been asleep for thirty minutes, even though he felt like he had spent a century.

Pick up the ump 40 that fell to the ground, gather your thoughts, and continue to sneak deep into the prison. Dangerous prisoners were held on each floor of the prison, and night guards patrolled the corridors, alertly watching the movements around them.

Patrick must confirm the cell where G41 is located, as well as the monitoring room that controls the iron door of the cell. As things stand, there will be a lot of resistance to achieving these two goals.

Breaking through the iron fence, Patrick exited the canal and found himself in a dimly lit room with only the size of the room's instruments. The meter of the instrument was marked with the unit of measurement of the water and some values, which he guessed was a device to monitor water quality.

Scanning out the location of the nearest guard, Patrick looked for the right moment to leave the room. He followed a lone guard to a corner, then shot him, hiding the body. He silently shut down every guard on every floor, and then looked through every cell, and found no sign of G41.

Patrick had no choice but to sneak into the surveillance room and seize control of the cell. Leaning against the door, the scan flags the enemies in the surveillance room: five in all, two sitting on the couch in the back room watching TV, and the other two standing behind the door discussing something. With the exception of the guard who was keeping an eye on the surveillance, all four enemies were armed with MP5K miniature submachine guns.

Patrick lifted the Ump40 and fired through the thin wooden door, which quickly caused the two enemies to lose their vital signs. He then slammed open the wooden door, and the crosshair fell on the guard sitting in front of the monitor. He had just turned around, with a mixture of fear and anger on his face, and his right hand was reaching for the pistol at his waist, and before he could take out the pistol, three bullets passed through his chest.

Patrick then immediately turned to lean against the wall, and the two guards in the back room noticed the anomaly and walked out cautiously. Patrick swapped the gun to his left hand, and when the guard in front of him came to the wall, he reached out and grabbed him, and threw him out of the monitoring room. The guard slammed into the railing, screaming in pain, and his companion subconsciously took a step back. Patrick seized the opportunity, turned and stretched out his submachine gun, pulled the trigger, and hit the guard with the rest of the bullets.

The guards who fell to the ground looked in horror at the Grim Reaper who came out of the monitoring room, their heads locked tightly in the cold metal, twisting easily, and making the sound of bones shattering.

Patrick made his way to the console and, using some fur that Frenzy had given him, easily cracked the code and retrieved the cell access information. The G41 wasn't on the list, but something else caught Patrick's attention.

Interrogation room. It must have been behind the two iron doors that Patrick was passing by, and if G41 wasn't in his cell, he could only be there.

"The Bravo squad rushes in. ”

"Alpha Squad is providing cover. ”

Patrick heard the movement downstairs, quickly opened the door of the interrogation room, thought about it carefully, and simply opened the doors of all the cells. Some of the prisoners were awakened by the sound of the iron door opening, staring at the open door for a few seconds, then shouting or rushing into other cages to shake their fellow citizens awake.

The guards did not hesitate to pull the trigger without a single warning. One by one, the unarmed prisoners fell, and the trapped beasts finally became angry and pounced on those who tried to slaughter them. Thus, a "mistake" turned into a prison riot.

Patrick bursts into the interrogation room, and G41 is inside. The petite figure was chained to an operating table, unable to move. Outwardly, the scum of the Revolutionary Union did not do anything stupid with the G41.

"Are you alright?" Patrick untied G41.

"I'm fine, it's okay, master. ”

"Okay, grab your gun, it's time for us to go. ”

Patrick walked out of the interrogation room, and the outside was already a mess. The guards who came to suppress them were unable to resist the prisoners who longed for freedom, and were thrown to the ground one by one. The prisoners snatched the guards' equipment, armed themselves and shouted slogans for escape.

This is a great opportunity. Patrick thought, and the loud explosion of the pressed bomb came as expected, but was quickly drowned out by the cries of finding a way out.

"The host...... I thought I wouldn't see you anymore. G41 said.

"Ridiculous. Patrick observed the crowd of people in a fierce clash of fire.

"The human form is just a commodity, a tool, a lot of people think so, right? ”

"Don't think about it that much, okay?" Patrick gently put his hand on her head, "Whatever anyone else thinks, it doesn't matter to us. ”

A true warrior does not leave behind his comrades. Patrick brought the words to his lips and swallowed them back, feeling that this was not the right thing for the G41 to say, so he only left half a strange sentence.

The spotlight of the watchtower converges on the broken stone wall, and the escaped fugitives rush out one after another, and the armed prisoners of the Lucky Union even contend with the guards, hoping for nothing but heroism.

"There's no time for small talk, G41. Patrick said solemnly, "You'll have to get out of the drain on the first floor and escape from the guards." The bomb I planted has already been cleared, and it should be easy to escape with the chaos. ”

"What about you, master?"

"I have to help our countrymen," Patrick replied, "and a large part of those prisoners are soldiers and intellectuals of our Union, and I must help them." ”

"Master, I can ...... too"

"Don't laugh, do you want to fight with the butt of your gun?"

The G41 realized that they were running out of ammunition and were momentarily speechless. The application of etching theory has perfected the skill of each humanoid in using firearms, but at the same time humanoids can only specialize in one type of weapon. So, when the humanoid encounters this situation, it will inevitably get into trouble.

And when G41 encountered this situation, he was next to him, which can be said to be a blessing in misfortune.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine. We meet in the fields outside Naranfara. ”

"Well, master, you have to be careful. ”

After G41 left, Patrick found an RSASS sniper rifle from the guard's break room and climbed to the roof of the building to provide fire support to the escaped fugitives. One by one, the enemies in the optical scope fell, and the rioting crowd reached its climax, launching a fierce charge towards the prison defenses.

Patrick found the G41 in the scope. She carefully avoided the guards' sight and completely hidden herself in the shadows. The agile and dexterous tactical humanoid faded into his field of vision, and finally escaped through the hole in the high wall.

He returned to cover and emptied all the rifle bullets. The prison's defenses eventually collapsed, and the surviving prisoners escaped one after another, leaving only the aftermath of the war.

"Patrick?"

Patrick, who put down his rifle, suddenly felt his heart being pinched tightly, and his pupils began to lose focus. He turned slowly, and saw what he thought was a brown-haired man. The man's beard is cleanly shaved and he looks suave. The white coat he wore showed his identity, but Patrick couldn't think about who he really was.

"Oh my God!" the man exclaimed exaggeratedly, "it's really you!" Patrick!"

"You...... Who is it?" Patrick asked, struggling.

"Don't you remember? Evillasse, Evilasser Flo, I'm your uncle!"

The brain felt a thollen pain, and the skull felt like it was about to crack. Something rushed like a tidal wave, drowning all his thoughts.

As if turning off the TV, my eyes flashed and I fell into darkness.