"Hades 01 reports that we have bypassed the Coast Guard search and are moving deeper into Antarctica. ”

"I see, please continue your operations, and if you need support, please contact Junoan immediately. ”

"Yes, Her Majesty. ”

The hollow sound of the wind shook the ears and burned the eyes of the glacier reflecting the scorching sun, and the eyes of ordinary people who did not take good protection measures were afraid that they would be blinded in a few hours.

The black and white snow elves swayed past Patrick and G41's eyes, and from time to time one or two looked back at them curiously, not daring to approach, just keeping their distance.

"Master, it's a penguin, a penguin!" G41 was completely captivated by these silly animals.

"Hmm......" Patrick replied lightly, not at all bothered to look at the critters. They first had to find a way to get on to Selene, but there was no useful information at the moment.

There is a sentry above the glacier, and there are snipers in white camouflage capes on the watchtower, as if they are ready for battle.

Maybe it would be quicker to hack into the server there, so you don't have to let the madness search through the huge database of "Selene".

"Gone, G41. ”

"Ah, yes, master. ”

They bypassed the penguin colony and climbed the icy cliffs. Ice debris rolls down the cliff face, Patrick looks up, and a Confederate soldier walks to the edge of the cliff to smoke, unaware of the danger underfoot.

Patrick and G41 climbed up and down, and when they reached the man's feet, Patrick jumped up and down with the help of the thruster, and with his right hand he flicked his Hidden Blade and stabbed him straight into the head, knocking him down.

After assassinating the first enemy, he crouched on the ground and looked around, making sure that no one was alert, and then slowly bent over to the pile of cement bags. G41 also climbed the cliff at this time, and after a few simple gestures, she nodded and crept up the watchtower.

There weren't many things at the sentry post, except for the watchtower, which had only one room and a pot-lidded radar on the eaves.

Patrick put his rifle away, swapped out his pistol, and scanned the Southern Union soldiers who had marked the sentry. There were three of them, one outside the door and two inside the house discussing.

He leaned against the wall and turned to the front of the house, and the Southern Union soldiers outside the door walked under the glacier. Patrick shot him and plunged headlong into the snow. He then went to the door and looked at the infrared images in his field of vision, as if the two targets were unaware.

Patrick kicked the door open, and his surprise attack immediately caught the attention of two Confederate soldiers. He fired quickly, three gunshots rang out, and the Southern Union soldier on the right was shot twice, blood spraying on the cold wall, while the one on the left reacted very quickly and immediately dodged behind the server, the bullet just grazing his arm.

At this time, Patrick reacted, and the uniforms of the two men were completely different. He stepped forward, pulled up his pistol and aimed at the target with no way out, and pulled the trigger.

Still a step late. On the shoulders of the sliding corpses, the communicators were already connected, and the signal lights flashed little by little. Look at this guy's uniform, he's TASA's guy, that's right.

Nanlian must have noticed that time was pressing, and they had to move quickly.

"Crazy, I'm connected. Patrick said, inserting a USB flash drive into the laptop on the table.

"Received, I'll start investigating right away," said madness, "you guys go first, the troops of the Southern Union have arrived." ”

"Really...... They're pretty efficient. Patrick walked out of the house.

He started the snowmobile parked outside, and as soon as the G41 got in, the motorcycle sped off.

The wind and snow roared behind them as they made their way through the white wilderness, the noise of the engines getting louder. Patrick glanced to the left, where at least four or five snowmobiles were chasing after him, as well as a helicopter gunship.

Without hesitation, the enemy opened fire, Patrick looked down, a volley of bullets flew overhead, and helicopter gunships passed overhead.

Two snowmobiles plunged in front of them, and the occupants of the car raised their guns to shoot, and Patrick swung the front of the car and the bullets shot a string of snowflakes in the snow. He grabbed the Desert Eagle in his right hand and shot all the bullets in the magazine at the snowmobile on his right, and luckily hit a shot. The driver who was shot fell down, and the motorcycle rolled over.

The nose of the gunship swung up, the missile struck them, and Patrick changed direction again and flashed to the right of the motorcycle in front of him. The missile landed on the snow and missed, and the helicopter gunship clung to them and continued to look for opportunities.

The gunfire behind them did not stop, and the G41 worked hard to suppress the enemy, repelling several waves of attacks, and the Southern Union soldiers who were chasing them did not dare to rush forward after seeing the fate of their companions.

"G41, get rid of them all as soon as possible. Patrick said.

"I see!"

Patrick distanced himself from the snowmobile on his left, and the opposing shooter raised his assault rifle to seize the opportune moment to attack. Patrick turned on the Force Field Shield defense and pulled out a grenade launcher to target the motorcycle slightly ahead, knocking the enemy to the ground.

The obstacles ahead have been removed, and the speed of the snowmobile has been pushed to the limit.

"Found it," Mad interjected at this time, "I'll send you the coordinates." ”

"Okay, I see," a cursor appeared in Patrick's field of vision, "and I'll rush over at once." ”

"Wipe your ass first," said the madman, "do you think that if you go in with a bang, they will let you go to 'Selene'?"

"Humph......"

Helicopter gunships are still chasing them, and honeycomb missiles could blow them up into the sky at any moment.

G41 stopped firing, indicating that she had done her job.

"Sit tight," said Patrick, "here we are." ”

Missiles flew out of the helicopter in succession and came at them. Patrick dodged left and right, still moving forward at full speed. The missiles smashed to the ground, the heat melted the snow and ice, and the evaporating water vapor raised white mist across the wilderness.

Patrick drove up the glacier and began to climb. Missiles bombarded the glacier, causing it to begin to collapse. They had no way back but to go full speed ahead, and in front of them was a cliff. That's exactly what he intended.

A second before the glacier collapsed, the snowmobile flew up and even reached the height of a helicopter. Patrick pulled out his loaded pistol, pointed it at the cockpit of the helicopter, and repeatedly pulled the trigger. .50 caliber bullets spilled blood on the windshield, and the helicopter began to shake.

The snowmobile landed steadily, stepping on a puddle of snowflakes. After a few seconds, the helicopter also landed on the snowfield, rising a fireball.

"Kill confirmed. ”

Patrick glanced at the snowmobile's gauges, and the fuel tank was about to bottom out.

"They've got to call for reinforcements," said the madman, "and we'd better find a place to hide and get rid of the pursuers." ”

"What about the vehicle?"

"Don't think about this, let's walk over when the time comes. ”

Patrick stops his snowmobile. The wind was blowing on the icy snowfield, and he put on his mask.

"Well, that's fine, anyway...... It's just getting started. He said.