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Shanghai, China

The Survivor Alliance's 2nd Special Independent Action Squad

Sergeant Patrick Flo

If it were someone else, I am afraid that he would immediately raise questions, and then refuse to carry out the commander's orders, or even turn into a mockery of him.

Now it is Patrick who is at the mercy of the command, and he does not have the common sense that tactical humanoids are commodities, tools, and consumables.

Let's just believe that Team Negev holds something important.

They are not far from the Bund, but listening to the tone of the commander, the number of iron and blood will not be less. The biggest headache for Patrick is that if they wander the streets, they can be beaten into doughnuts by iron-blooded snipers at any moment.

So, Patrick opened and looked at the hologram to find a relatively safe path.

"This way. Patrick motioned for the two girls to follow.

"Underpass?" asked FAL.

"It's the metro. "Stepping into the pitch darkness, Patrick's vision receiver turns into night vision mode.

"That's not bad. ”

Perhaps, Patrick thought. Who knows what will be underground, maybe Iron Will has also sent heavy troops to guard it, but Patrick thinks it's better than hiding around on the ground.

Patrick leads the way exploring the long-abandoned subway station, and his vision is full of blood stains left by dragging corpses, and there are bloody handprints on the walls from time to time, which looks particularly chaotic.

The ticket gates have stopped working, and a small number of them have been damaged by external forces. This little sign gave Patrick a rough idea of what was going on here.

"Master, do you want to go any further?" asked G41 in a whisper.

"Well, the fastest route is down there. Patrick replied, thinking the G41 was scared.

"That...... I always feel that there is something bad down there. FAL said the same.

A dark place is always a place of filth. Instead of answering, Patrick raised his rifle and pulled the trigger. The G3SAR with a muffler silently spit out a bullet, hitting something.

"Hmm...... ED patients?"

"Shhh......hhh ”

FAL was embarrassed and showed an undisguised disgust for ED patients.

The two girls followed Patrick's footsteps and walked quietly and quickly into the platform, quietly shooting the ED patients who stood in their way, simply ignoring the non-threatening ones.

The three jumped between the railroad tracks and walked along the subway tunnel in the direction of the Bund. The inner walls of the tunnel were in disrepair, and some of the walls were leaking water. The sound of water dripping from above echoed in the tunnel for a long time, making them very nervous.

The entire tunnel was filled with ED patients, and Patrick had to dispose of a mess of rotten flesh almost every two steps he took. Fortunately, as their bodies changed, their senses also deteriorated. ED patients either staggered aimlessly or stood motionless in a daze.

Thanks to their sluggishness, Patrick and the others were able to rush to the rescue very quickly. They had already covered more than half the way, and it was fair to say that if there were no surprises, they would be there soon.

"I said Patrick," FAL whispered a little closer, "you should care about that kid." ”

"I don't understand what you're talking about. ”

"G41, I didn't see you communicate with her along the way...... Obviously, this child is very easy to satisfy. ”

"I'm sorry I'm not good at these things, but I think whether it's fighting or everyday life, as long as we're together, it's enough. ”

"Alas......" FAL sighed helplessly, "I'm a fool to give you advice from this emotional idiot." ”

At this moment, the tunnel shook slightly, and dust fell from above.

"How...... What's wrong?" asked G41 hurriedly.

"Calm down, it's just an iron-blooded self-propelled mortar," FAL explained, "not so much to bury you and your master." ”

"Not necessarily. ”

There was a low roar in front of and behind the tunnel.

Patrick was the first to shoot and kill a mortar-alarmed ED patient, and then sprinted forward with all his might. FAL turned around and fired a grenade, killing a group of ED patients, delaying them. The three of them raised their guns and fired as they advanced, and after emptying their magazines, they changed their ammunition and ran wildly. They can't stop, and as soon as they stop, the ED patients will surround them and end up being a dinner for these disgusting walking corpses.

After running some distance, Patrick saw the platform of the Bund subway station. He pulled out the Valkyrie launcher and blew up the ED patient as he was jumping off the platform. After climbing onto the platform, they shot to stop the ED patient from approaching and successfully boarded the elevator. The ED patient who lost his target did not end up chasing any further.

"Huh~ escaped...... Alas...... "FAL, who was able to catch his breath for a short time, quickly wiped off the purple gum that had splashed on his body.

"Now it's time to get down to business, don't let up. Patrick reminded and turned on the communicator, "Stab 02-2 reports that we have arrived at the designated area. ”

"I see," the commander said, "make sure the area is secure, or we won't be able to rescue the Negev team." ”

"Understood. ”

When you get out of the subway station, you need to go up one staircase to reach the riverside sightseeing avenue on the Bund. Patrick used the scan to mark the enemy's location and opened fire, hitting three grenadiers.

However, there were more iron-blooded troops than Patrick could scan out, and two more squads were attacking from their two o'clock direction. Patrick found cover and hid, and the G41 rolled to his side, already setting up his gun, and blocked the enemy's surprise attack with a compact burst.

Patrick looked to the left and saw a reckless teenage girl running towards them by her companion, a pink-haired tactical humanoid, while another futuristic-clad figure was covering for them. The mortar landed ten meters away from them, stirring up a lot of debris.

"FAL, get rid of that mortar," Patrick said, getting up and rushing out, "G41 will pick up the wounded, I'll take cover." ”

He rushed between Iron Will and Negev's team, raised his gun and pulled the trigger, the orange force field blocking the progress of hundreds of glowing beams, and instead returning fire with a faintly glowing rifle.

"The mortar is cleared. ”

"The wounded and wounded have been settled!"

"Understood. Patrick ducked behind a pillar before the Force Field Shield ended. He continued to shoot at the enemy and found that he was running out of bullets.

"Commander, we're running out of bullets, and Iron Blood doesn't seem to be going to stop attacking for a while," said FAL, "Hurry up and give orders about what you want to do." ”

"A helicopter is delivering supplies and emergency repair pods, I need you to hold your ground and don't die, understand?"

Patrick didn't squeak and changed pistols and continued to shoot the iron-blooded humanoids one by one.

At two o'clock, the enemy came again. Patrick switched Sand Hawk's bullets with one hand, and at the same time pulled out a grenade launcher with his left hand and fired a shot in the same direction, while Sand Hawk coldly pierced through the body of the new enemy.

"One Hundred Meters ......"

Patrick hears the sound of the helicopter and looks back, only to see a beam of light running through the helicopter.

"Damn the scum!" the commander scolded.

The helicopter crashed fifty meters behind the crowd, scattering the supplies it had delivered. Patrick was not about to give up, and he shot at the enemy while moving closer to the others.

"Team Negev, you send the wounded to the helicopter first, find out if the emergency maintenance pod can be used, and we will solve these iron blood. ”

"Yes, I see. One of the figures replied, covering her companion with the wounded on her back and began to retreat.

The Iron-Blooded Humanoids' offensive had weakened, and it seemed that they had not been able to reinforce them for a while.

Patrick turned sideways out of cover and aimed his gun at the enemy with one hand. The G41 poked out of cover slightly, raised his gun to select a good target, and quickly killed them one by one.

The iron-blooded figures who had fallen in the next row did not lose their position, but regained their strength, shield-wielding gendarmes rushing to the front, and double-wielding rifle rippers firing from behind them, and the grenadiers intending to concentrate their attacks when they were drawn to distract.

The beam of light was closing in on him, and Patrick knew that if he continued like this, he would be wiped out. He had to force himself, into overload, to take out the HK416c from behind with his left hand, and at the same time withdraw the pistol with his right hand, and then immediately grasp the vertical grip of the rifle, focus on the target enhancer, and pull the trigger. The bullet passes through the gap between the shields, through the gaps, and takes the head of the humanoid form.

After the vanguards in the front row fell, the grenadiers who were hiding raised their rifles sluggishly and aimed at Patrick, but their actions had already been targeted by the G41 and they fell down and were incapacitated.

"The danger is lifted. Faced with a pile of iron-blooded corpses, Patrick said symbolically.

"Great!Master, we did it!"

In retrospect, this operation was a bit outrageous.

"If you have time to be happy, you might as well go and see the wounded," said FAL, "don't you want to see the people you saved?"

Patrick put away his gun and squinted at FAL.

"It's fine. He said, turning to the side as he walked.