"It's okay to be tasteless. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" - Patrick Flo

Revolutionary Union Ryrov Front

The Survivor Alliance's 2nd Special Independent Action Squad

Sergeant Patrick Flo

Ten minutes before departure, Patrick arrived at the tarmac, and the transport plane was ready to take off. However, he was the first to take his seat, and the rest of the team had not yet arrived.

"Hmm......"

"Still throwing your temper?"

"Obviously the owner wants to play with G41......"

"Well, if you have a stinky face, your master won't be happy. ”

"That's right...... Ah, master!" G41, who was still in a low mood just now, became lively again in the blink of an eye. Patrick turned around and saw that a total of six figures, including G41 and the speaking humanoid, had arrived.

"Queue!" only the figure in the maid's costume shouted, and the other four figures quickly stood in a row behind her.

Patrick was taken aback. He didn't know what was going on.

"Support team, fourth echelon, it's an honor to fight alongside you, sir!" the humanoids raised their hands in salute in unison, and the maid figure at the head had a serious expression, as if facing a great enemy.

Patrick stayed completely where he was, he didn't know how to react. On the surface, he was still very calm and calm, and after thinking for a long time, he took a step forward.

"Let's talk about boarding the plane if you have something to do, it's time. ”

"Yes!"

After boarding the transport plane, Patrick and G41 quickly sat side by side in the innermost position. After all the members of the fourth echelon sat down, the transport plane also took off.

The plane was taking off so loudly that Patrick could only see the figures sitting across from him talking to each other, not what they were saying. Of course, his main focus is on the equipment on the humanoid's body.

As soon as the transport plane flew steadily, the maid figure suddenly stood up again.

"Your Excellency is a legendary warrior who has repelled the Iron and Blood Alliances many times, right? In G36, it is an honor to assist you in the battle. ”

"???" Patrick didn't know why. God knows who spread the news, which made Patrick feel unhappy that his identity was exposed.

"No, I didn't ......," Patrick tried to defend himself, but G36 squinted at the row of teammates sitting behind him, motioning for them to introduce themselves.

"Hello. Wearing a red beret and a black lace skirt with a trench coat covering the bottom, her hair is similar to that of the G36, but her hair is all gray, and her right red eye is obscured by one bang. If you look closely, you will also see the absolute field that is unintentionally exposed and the suspenders of the stockings, and the perfect figure of the human shape can also be highlighted in the not thin clothes.

"I'm G36C, G36's sister. The humanoid said with a smile.

Looking at G36 with a serious expression, blue eyes, and a classic and neat maid outfit, the overall temperament is completely different from G36C, it is hard to think that they are two sisters. If G36 is a dignified head maid, her sister is probably an elegant and a little naughty lady.

"Can I just call you C?" said Patrick, "it's more concise." ”

"More than willingly!"

However, compared to the following humanoid, the word "naughty" obviously does not apply to the G36C.

"Ahh

Her nun outfit made the same strong impression as the G36's maid outfit, and Patrick's pointy ears and cat tail added to Patrick's impression. The size of the G41 is the same as that of a cat and dog at home. He's seen the imagination of the scientists who developed tactical humanoids, and their bad tastes.

"HKP7," said the pistol figure, puffing up his (almost nothing) chest, patting it, and looking at me with a look of vigour, "remember my name well, and then worship me is okay." ”

Intuition tells Patrick that the feline girl is a problem humanoid and can be quite troublesome.

He ignored it and turned his gaze to the next humanoid.

"Hello~Sniper weapon G28!Just joined the commander's team, this is the first time to carry out a mission, please take care of it~"

Long green hair, red eyes, gray female non-commissioned officer uniforms and over-the-knee socks are sandwiched with orange stripes. The most jaw-dropping thing was the pair of murder weapons on her chest, which almost stretched the button-down shirt.

Patrick nodded to her slightly, indicating that he had listened.

The last person to appear is a submachine gun humanoid, who is supposed to be about the same size as the G41 and P7, but in contrast to the fluffy hairstyles and clothes of the two figures, she looks even more petite. A red beret, a red and black evening dress, a cute little tie, a multi-layered ruffled skirt, black stockings, and little red shoes are the outfits of this human figure, and the color scheme seems to be chosen to make himself look more mature, but the style and size highlight the fact that "I am a lovely girl".

"MP5, please advise. I'll work hard!" the girl said, stammering a little from nervousness.

It's really worrying. Patrick thought that these figures could not reassure him, he could have completed the mission regardless of their lives or deaths, but the iron of the special formation was to leave no one behind.

"Patrick Flo, Executive of the Second Special Independent Operations Squad, please advise. After the support team was introduced one by one, Patrick also briefly said himself.

It was still a long time before they reached their destination, and the humanoids began to talk, while Patrick sat in silence to rest. In fact, he needed sleep, but the war was about to begin, and he couldn't sleep again.

Something is coming to an end, it's going to end.

"What's wrong? Master. G41, noticing the slightest bit of something unusual, tilted his head to look at his face.

"No, nothing. ”

"If you're tired, go to bed, and I'll wake up when you're done." G41 said with a smile.

"yes, I see. ”

Patrick closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep, but after four or five hours, the figures were asleep, and Patrick was still awake.

He gradually realized that it was the emotions in his heart that were at work. In order not to affect the battle, he had to ignore these useless things, so there would be a lot of backlog inadvertently, but he himself didn't realize it. Joy, sadness, anger...... All kinds of emotions are mixed together, fermented and expanded, and now when you open it up and look at it, it has become a distorted and unsightly thing. Even so, he intended to continue to endure. Because it will soon be over, and by that time, it will not matter what he has become.

Because it's the last time.

Calibrated time, they were almost at their destination. Patrick then woke up the humanoids one by one and prepared them to land.

"Is it there?~" P7 asked after waking up, stretching along the way.

"Almost. Patrick said, putting on the filter.

"Isn't it too easy?" asked the G28 inophruly.

"Normal," Patrick replied, "the Confederacy should not have a heavy ......"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a loud "boom". The fuselage of the transport plane spun at high speed, nearly throwing Patrick out.

Is this the new weapon of the Revolutionary Union? No, it is certainly only one of them.

"Hold on!" G36 shouted, and everyone endured the powerful centrifugal force, clutching on what they could grasp. However, there is still nothing they can do about the crash.

The high-speed spin was followed by a jolt, and Patrick's head hit a hard object before he fainted.