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Daron City, India

The Survivor Alliance's 2nd Special Independent Action Squad

Sergeant Patrick Flo

Time, 11:41 a.m.

"Target! Target!"

An uphill battle.

"Damn! we need reinforcements, repeat, we need ......"

He has no respite and will not leave it to the enemy.

Patrick set fire to the entrance to the forty-first floor, and billowing black smoke quickly filled the entire floor, and it took some effort for the reinforcements to get in.

The next job is to catch the turtle in the urn.

The door to the reception room was closed, and as soon as he opened it, the sniper rifle aimed at the door would be fired. The scan yielded no results, and it is likely that a device was installed in the reception room that interfered with electrical equipment.

There are three rounds left, and ammunition must be saved. Patrick leaned against the door, counted to three, turned and broke in.

The moment the door opened, Patrick's vision was filled with beams of light. The beam hits the force field shield that is activated in time, and it is depleted.

Patrick threw the flashbang that he had already clenched in his hand, and the light lit up the entire reception room. With a flashbang thrown between shots, Patrick temporarily took the executive's eye - the key to defeating the sniper.

Patrick raised his gun and fired, but the executive dodged to the side and ducked behind an armored humanoid. Relying on the bullets of a normal rifle to penetrate the armor of a humanoid is about a shuttle of magazines.

In the face of danger, he can calmly deal with it even in a blind state, and he is worthy of a military humanoid specially used for combat.

Just now, Patrick discovered that there were three armored humanoids in the reception room, serving as the executive officer's guards.

The armored figures stood still with their shields raised, and although they were blinded, they were still a nuisance.

Patrick freed his right hand and lunged in the direction the executive was moving, picking up his mechanical arm and smashing it into the armored humanoid. The shield could not withstand such a large impact and deformed, and the humanoid form flew out and fell to the wall.

The executive is not behind.

Patrick turned around, and the remaining two armored figures had not yet recovered, still clubbing in place, but other than that, there seemed to be no change in the room. But he still faintly felt movement.

It seems that she has memorized the layout of the entire room in advance, so she can hide it skillfully even when she can't see it.

Patrick then lunged at the other two armored humanoids, crushing their heads with a robotic arm, but the Executive was still not found.

Her eyesight was almost restored.

Patrick held his breath and regained grip on his rifle with both hands. It's as if they're back a century ago, facing off like cowboys in the West, waiting for a moment, a moment, to pull the trigger first and concentrate their targets faster.

The duel of the gunners, the victory or defeat is in an instant.

Patrick caught a glimpse of the slight shaking of the table and immediately pulled his gun and pointed it that way. The executive on the ground raised his gun and stood up, and the crosshair had already landed on the target.

The two pulled the trigger almost simultaneously.

Patrick, overloaded, only had time to turn sideways slightly, and the beam of light grazed the edge of the hood, and his face could feel the temperature of the rays.

The three bullets from the G3SAR nearly killed the executive, piercing her body and stopping only two centimeters from her heart.

The results are clear. The one who fell in a pool of blood was the executive.

Patrick breathed a sigh of relief, walked over to the executive, and picked up her sniper rifle.

"Sure enough...... I can't hit...... The ...... that saves us Lord......

Turning around, Patrick heard her words. Mortally wounded, the iron-blooded humanoid had not yet breathed, and his life was hard enough.

"I haven't heard you speak, and I always thought you were dumb. Patrick said that he cared deeply about the "Lord" that the executive said—in a subtle tone, not like a prayer, but to him.

It's because he's overthinking. Instead of saving her, he killed her.

"Go to my sister...... The person chosen by my sister...... Lord......

There was a good five seconds of silence before Patrick spoke.

"Unfortunately, my target is McCroft, and it has nothing to do with the adjudicator. My meeting with her will only make it more difficult to move, so I won't suffer from it. Questions for me to be asked by the adjudicator...... Let's talk about that another day. ”

"Impossible...... Running out of time......"

Patrick didn't say anything more to her, and there was no point in continuing the conversation. He came to the window, stuck his sniper rifle out of the window, and aimed it in a direction close to three o'clock.

A part of the power station can be seen through the sniper scope, and the range of the beam can be reached, but hopefully that's enough.

"Thorn 02-2 reports that an attack on enemy power stations is being prepared, please point out the core targets that can directly damage the power stations. ”

"Please upload a visual image. ”

"Upaging. ”

"Received the image, wait a minute. ”

After a while, Patrick's vision of the power station was marked in one place.

"Shoot the marked target, 02-2. ”

"Is there only one?"

"Yes, it's a very simple thermal power plant," Carlyle said, "and the three long reactors are in a very prominent position, and the outer layer is covered with metal for some protection. The gun in your hand should be able to easily penetrate the outer layer of protection and attack the reactor, which can cause an explosion that can destroy an entire power station. ”

"I see, let's get moving. ”

Patrick held his breath, stabilized the crosshair of the sniper rifle scope on the target, and pulled the trigger. The beam was sent from the muzzle of the gun and went straight towards the power station, hitting the target directly.

Nothing happened, the beam had not yet penetrated the protective layer. Patrick pulled the trigger, and the barrel of the sniper quickly heated up, and then the temperature spread throughout the gun, making it extremely hot.

It didn't work out yet. He held his position, steadied the sniper rifle, and finally, after ten seconds, the reactor spat out a small fireball, and then began to collapse from where Patrick had fired, spreading throughout the reactor with a large explosion.

The explosion ignited the air around it, and the temperature seemed to rise by a few degrees.

The barrel of the sniper rifle melted, and Patrick tossed it back to the executive, returning her last relic.

"The power station was successfully sabotaged, and 02-2 is on standby, awaiting instructions for the next step. ”

"02-1 Roger, search now unfolds. ”

With communications suspended, Patrick prepares to deal with the enemy who arrives to help. Just then, he heard some kind of shredded sound.

At first he thought it was a delusion, but as the sound became more pronounced, he became alert and searched around the room, but there was nothing he could do.

Then the sound disappeared and was replaced by a timekeeping sound.

"Tick, tick, tick......"

"The last moment...... Are you coming......" the executive smiled with relief.

Bomb. Patrick suddenly realized.

He immediately lunged forward, smashed through the glass window, and jumped from the height of the forty-first floor.

The second he jumped out, the reception room behind him went up in smoke.

The impact threw Patrick off balance, and he hurriedly adjusted, then activated the Assault Thruster. This didn't stop him from falling, but at least it slowed down the damage he took from falling.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, he smashed the ceiling of a warehouse and slammed it to the ground.