"Young people, stars of the future, lights of hope. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoYoung people have many titles, and their abilities and potentials are worthy of the name of the crown. On the other hand, they have heavier burdens on their shoulders than anyone else, and they bear more pain than anyone else, which may be something that must be experienced to grow up, but at the same time, it can kill them. When the world is in turmoil, young people are both the ones who save the world and the biggest victims. —Ramia Pates

Cromwell Ruins in S13 District

The Survivor Alliance's 2nd Special Independent Action Squad

Sergeant Patrick Flo

Warning: The current area is mildly contaminated, please wear a level 1 or higher breathing filter.

The system detects that the current filter level is safe, the AED device is running, the anti-collapse particles are walking normally, the overload operation function is online, the force field generator is running normally, the force field shield function is online, the cell regeneration function is online, the dialysis scanning function is online, the firearm weapon synchronization is completed, and the G3SAR, Desert Eagle MK-II, and Valkyrie grenade launcher have been logged in.

Time: 6:39:25 on March 16, 2061

"I'm sorry, old friend," the voice of a middle-aged man came over the communicator, who listened to their conversation casually in the shadows, "there's nothing special about what was found in the underground fortress of Bechus, and that lockbox was also from a hundred years ago. ”

"It's okay, there's no need to waste energy on something of no value. Another man's voice said, his accent muffled.

"What are you up to?"

"A strange thing. S13 area, a month ago, our drones detected that the area was contaminated with collapse fluids, and there were almost no signs of life in the area. ”

"The safety zone is contaminated? That's not good news. If the collapse fluid spreads further, our plans for an immigration safe zone will be postponed again. ”

"Perhaps," an exhalation came from the communicator, "but what interests me more is that there's a military base there." It's a great opportunity to get to know the 'people inside the walls'. ”

"You're doing everything, Carlyle. ”

"Of course, we are all-round troops. Patrick, it's time, it's time to go. ”

The boy rose from the darkness, a black coat for perfect cover, the light of his eyes faintly visible under his hood. Carrying a rifle with a slight scratch on his back, he seemed to be ready to move, and his waist was covered with holsters, magazines, grenades, and grenades, all of which were perfectly hidden under the cover of his clothing. The sound of breathing under the mask was so heavy that if you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, you might have mistaken him for an elderly veteran.

"Understood. Patrick replied, his voice cold and tasteless.

"Spur 02-3 access, good morning, Patrick. ”

"Start navigating, madness. ”

"Cut, don't even say good morning," Number Three said dissatisfied, "It's rare that I get up on time." ”

Patrick ignored him and followed the marked path.

There were four members of the 2nd Independent Operations Team, and Lieutenant Carlyle Armstrong was the squad commander, a manly uncle. "Crazy" is the technical staff of the squad, and his super high IQ gives this kid who has just turned fifteen genius creativity and crazy character. Sgt. Patrick Flo was the main executive of the operation, and Team Four was not involved in the operation.

"It's desolate," Madness said through the image uploaded through Patrick's visual receiver, looking at the S13 district in his eyes, "it looks very ordinary, streets, shops, skyscrapers...... Except for a little more grass, I can't see how much disaster I have suffered. ”

This is the terrifying power of the collapse liquid. Everywhere it went, no animals were spared, and everything else was unharmed.

Patrick walked through the deserted streets for about fifteen minutes when he came to a building surrounded by high walls, where he was greeted quietly. He gently pushed open the damaged door and looked around warily, seeing no threat. Then, he lifted his left sleeve slightly, revealing the image retraction device, releasing an infrared light wave that swept across the entire base.

"The scan is complete and the image is uploaded. Oh, it's not as complete as a city. The frenzied tone was full of banter, "Okay, let's take it one step at a time, first you have to restore the power supply." ”

There is an extra red path marker in the field of vision. Patrick stepped into the destroyed base, and the system automatically turned on night vision. Exposed wires and half-suspended alloy plates told him that there had been a terrible battle here. Warheads, shell casings and bullet marks were everywhere, and the overturned cabinet was presumably used as a cover. Patrick also noticed a lot of blood on the ground, and some parts of the alloy walls were burned down.

After the results of the scan were matched with the incomplete signs, Patrick had a rough idea of the layout of the entire base. Opposite his current destination was the base's dormitory, where he might find a diary or two about what had happened at the base.

Descending the narrow staircase to the ground, Patrick slammed open the mechanical door to the similarly narrow power room. A hand suddenly reached out from inside the door and grabbed Patrick, and at the same time a fleshless face leaned in.

ED patients, i.e., people who are infected by radiation from the collapse fluid. Their flesh and bones will be metallized, and in some places will turn into purple jelly, and the smell is disgusting. They behave like zombies from old movies, attacking humans unconsciously.

Patrick did not panic, grabbed the ED patient's arm with his right hand, and squeezed it hard. Then he grabbed his head with one hand and pressed it against the wall, and with a slight effort, the ED patient's head was squeezed.

After dropping the body, Patrick discovers that the patient is still wearing a crimson uniform, and it looks like the prefect of the base or something.

Under the guidance of the madness, Patrick quickly found spare parts, repaired the power supply, and restored most of the base's facilities, including lighting, which Patrick still hated using night vision devices.

Returning to the fork in the road upstairs, Patrick found the control room according to the signs. More than eighty percent of the equipment in the control room is functioning normally, which causes a frenzied and excited scream in the communicator.

"Alright," said the frenzy, who had calmed down a bit, "just put the tablet in the sensing zone, and I'll take care of the rest." ”

Patrick complied. Dropping the tablet, he wandered around the control room, stumbling upon a hallway connecting to it. Through the glass in the hallway, Patrick saw a room that resembled a small factory, which could be accessed through the hallway door, while the opposite door was facing the dormitory.

"Warning, detected the approach of armed robots of unknown forces. ”

Hearing the system's alarm, Patrick immediately returned to the control room, and the surveillance footage on the screen clearly captured four robots on wheels slowly driving towards this side.

"Where did those toys come from?"

"We'll find out soon. I've hacked into their system, and the data is being retrieved......"

"Roger. ”

Patrick quietly leaned against the door and secretly pulled the mechanical door halfway open just enough for the width of a robot. After waiting for dozens of seconds, the first robot slowly appeared in front of me. Patrick knocked it out with his elbow hard, then turned around and raised his gun to shoot. The robot he knocked out was completely deformed, and the other three robots were all shot through the red sensor in the center, injuring the core, and all spewing electric sparks.

"Once the information has been uploaded, you can retreat Spicy, Patrick. ”

The boy picked up the tablet on the table, put it back in his waist bag, walked to the door, and heard the sound of small footsteps. Intuitive Trend Patrick stepped back, and the next second, the system sounded the alarm.

"Warning: Armed men of unknown forces approaching. ”

"Crazy, quickly integrate the information to me. ”

"I'm doing it. Don't you think you should find a way out first?"

"I'm surrounded," Patrick said, looking at the scans, "and they're blocking the way out." ”

"Oh, well, I'll do it as soon as possible. Pray that you will see it before you die. ”

Patrick cut off the communication. He retreated to a small factory so he could kill the enemy out of the dormitory once the enemy had entered the control room. With a bit of luck, he doesn't have to engage the enemy.

He closed the door behind him and glanced around alarmingly. At this time, he found that only one of the hatches in a row was closed.

"I seem to have discovered something. Patrick reopened the com, but Mad didn't reply.

The mechanical prosthetic wipes away the accumulated dust, but it doesn't know what triggers, and the hatch spews gas and slowly opens. Patrick instinctively took two steps back.

To his surprise, inside the hatch was not a secretly developed heavy weapon, but a girl dressed in a gauzy white dress. If it weren't for the canine ears on top of her head, Patrick would have thought he saw an angel.

The girl opened her clear eyes as if she had just woken up from a dream.

“G41。 Are you my master, take me home, and I'll do it!"