"Bullet casings are knee-high. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" - "Borderlands"

Shanghai, China

The Survivor Alliance's 2nd Special Independent Action Squad

Sergeant Patrick Flo

"Long time no see, Patrick, G41. ”

After sleeping in the transport plane, Patrick sat in a daze of consciousness for dozens of minutes before a familiar voice came out of the communicator.

"Ahh

"Hmm...... We haven't met yet, have we?"

"Commander," Patrick interrupted their conversation, "why are you here?"

"Actually, I'm not there...... Ah, I'm sorry," said the Commander, "I'm the commissioner assisting the operation as Griffin's representative, and as for why I'm communicating with you...... It was because of the madness that they landed first and were fighting the enemy, so I took over the command temporarily. ”

"yes, I see. It's a real bothersome to take time out of your busy schedule. ”

"No, no, I've just been transferred to a new area, and I'm still very quiet, but I have a lot to worry about. ”

"That's right. ”

"Well, that's the end of the greetings, I'll roughly describe to you the deployment of our combat forces, and analyze the next actions. ”

Patrick listened, and a holographic projection map of the city of Shanghai and Beilan Island emerged in the visual receptors.

"Due to the constraints of the site conditions and the concealment of the mission, I only sent two teams to assist in the operation, and another commander was assigned by the headquarters to direct the troops to cover for us. The troops I sent are the 8th Special Service Team and the Negev Team, the 8th Special Service Team has arrived at the Hongqiao Airport as planned, and they will cover your landing, and the Negev Team should be looking for a suitable ferry to go ashore, the regular communication has not yet been sent, but it should be near the Huangpu River. ”

"So," Patrick marked the location of the two squads described by the commander on the map, "shall we go to Hongqiao Airport to meet the 8th Special Service Team first, and then move in the direction of Beilan Island?"

"...... for now"

A searing ray passed in front of Patrick's eyes, piercing the entire transporter, and the cargo door of the transporter was burned into a small hole. Patrick gripped G41's hand, and a split second instinct made him react.

"Hold on!"

"What......"

The transport plane was uncontrolled like a broken kite, and it landed on the roof of a high-rise residential building.

Fortunately, it was the roof of the building, and if it had hit the building directly, they would have died.

"Is something wrong? Patrick? Hear me answer quickly, Patrick?"

"The transport plane crashed," Patrick uploaded his visuals, allowing the commander to see the real-time situation, "and the people on board are fine. ”

He went to the cockpit and found that the pilot was dead. The expression on his face was distorted, and his chest was melted by the heat, forming a large hole.

"Except for the pilots. Patrick added.

"Iron and rebels should have no heavy weapons for air defense to ......"

"It's the Beam Gun, Commander," Patrick said, "and Iron Will has a humanoid with a long-range weapon and is good at sniping, presumably from her. ”

Patrick looked back to see that the Survivor Alliance soldiers were priing the hatch open, and with great effort, the heavy iron door finally fell, only to be greeted by an uncountable number of drones.

Patrick and the G41, who were in the cab, immediately leaned against the wall to avoid the bullets, and the beams filled the cramped cabin, leaving nowhere to hide.

Sooner or later, the bunker behind him will be pierced. Patrick thought to himself, so he ventured to his feet and broke the windshield, climbed out of the cab, and pulled the G41 out as well. The two entered the residential building while the drone was still pouring fire into the cabin.

"Shoot in a straight line...... "The commander was still thinking about the question of the iron-blooded sniper, "what state was the transport plane in at that time?"

"Prepare for low-altitude flight, at an altitude of about 450 meters. ”

"So, at that time, the transport plane was slowing down?"

"I'm afraid so, Commander. ”

"I see," the commander said calmly, "then the only place that can shoot horizontally at 450-meter air units is the Oriental Pearl Tower." ”

"Shall we get rid of her first?" Patrick walked out of the stairwell. Since there was no lighting in the building, his field of vision turned green again.

"No, you're still going to join up with the Eighth Secret Service Team as planned. ”

"Understood. ”

Patrick walked up to the elevator and found that the elevator in the residential building was still working. When the down button was pressed, there was a loud noise in the elevator room, and after three seconds, the number on the panel gradually increased.

"Warning: The presence of slump fluid in the air has been detected, the environmental pollution index has risen, and the filter currently worn is of a safe grade. ”

Collapse fluid, damn it. Patrick thought that McWeis would definitely use the Collapse Fluid against us, let alone similar large weapons.

"Master!"

Hearing the G41 shout, Patrick realizes that the elevator doors are open. The white light made him unable to adapt to it at once, but he could still catch the black figure in it. The other man lunged at him like a beast, and he reached out and grabbed the other man's head, but the slippery touch made Patrick almost lose his grip, and the strength beyond ordinary people made him take a step back.

The light was blocked by the other party, and Patrick was able to see the severely corroded ED patient clearly. A jelly-like purple gel adhered to the metallic body, and his face was misaligned from being pinched by a mechanical arm, like a doll with misfitted accessories.

G41 shoots the ED patient in the head before he stops his aggression. Patrick tossed it aside, and the puddle of jelly was still twitching on the ground. Patrick didn't pay much attention to it, after all, the AED system was designed to deal with the leakage of collapse fluid, and he could handle it to this extent. He stepped into the elevator, pressed the bottom of the two rows of numbers 1, and left the residential building with G41.

There are no harsher living conditions than in a collapsing fluid polluted environment.

"The Eighth Secret Service is on its way to join you, so it's good for you to go south. ”

"Thorn 02-2 received. ”

"Master!

Patrick looked around, and there were quite a few ED patients climbing over the fence and rushing towards them. To make matters worse, an iron-blooded ATD all-terrain dragoon had just crossed the entrance to the residential complex. He took out two rifles and fired them forward, making a way through the ED patient, and then fired a grenade at the fence under the cover of G41, along with the ED patient's eroded limbs.

However, the tall dragoons almost ignored the ED patients crawling all over the ground, and quickly approached Patrick while firing fire.

At the beginning, it was only by military off-road that he escaped from the pursuit of the dragoons, and now the possibility of escaping on a pair of legs is simply zero. Patrick and G41 quickly ducked behind an abandoned car on the side of the road and waited for the dragoons to catch up. It was clear that the dragoons had not yet lost their tracks, and immediately pursued them.

Patrick flipped onto the roof of the car, and the dragoons locked onto him, and the minigun was warmed up. Unexpectedly, the G41 also leaned out from behind the car, raised his gun and pulled the trigger, and hit one of the dragoons in the front. As the Iron Warrior fell off his mount, Patrick jumped on it, and then pulled G41 onto the mech in one go.

The beam of light was shooting from behind him, and Patrick could not operate the dragoon, so he could only barely control it to move left and right.

He suddenly turned left into the alley, hoping to get rid of them, but two dragoons gave chase.

As soon as he pulled the lever and made a sharp turn to the right, the previous dragoons flanked him. Patrick pulls out the Valkyrie launcher, and a grenade blows the dragoon to pieces. Through the smoke, there was no longer a pursuer to be seen when he turned back.

The rays that shot down the transport plane hit again, breaking the dragoon's leg. Patrick and G41 fell.

The sound of the machine. The newly disappeared dragoons unconsciously circled behind them, telling the swirling muzzle that a green glow could already be seen.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, the minigun was knocked away by a bullet, and the iron-blooded humanoid on the back of the mecha was torn apart by a whirlwind of fire before it could react.

"Really, since it's support, don't let the main force worry about it, stupid. ”

Patrick crawled up.

"Hmm, Bai Xue, are you worried about them?"

"Talent...... It's just complaining that they're dragging its feet!"

"Yes, yes," the beautiful girl in a side ponytail stepped out of the five-man squad, "and we're going to do it again, Patrick." ”

"It's Sister FAL!" G41 shouted happily, "and V-Chong, MG5......"

Patrick nodded in acknowledgement, without saying much. He opened the communication channel with the commander.

"Thorn 02-2 reports, we have joined up with the 8th Task Force, please give instructions on the next steps. ”

There was a blind sound on the other end of the communicator.

"Commander?"