"Not at all!" - Torgue

S05 Sector Command

The Survivor Alliance's 2nd Special Independent Action Squad

Sergeant Patrick Flo

In the command room of the S05 District General Headquarters, Patrick had just arrived at the door when he smelled a strong smell of coffee. In the small room www.biquge.info the pen "Fun" Pavilion, there were only the commander, the logistics officer Glina and a pistol humanoid, and the panel of the tactical table was full of information frames, which was messy.

He caught a glimpse of the trash can by the door full of instant coffee powder wrappers.

"Yo, Patrick. Noticing Patrick walking in, the commander waved and said hello.

"Reported by 02-2, 02-5. Patrick saluted, "Commander, is it really okay if you don't take a break?"

"Tsk, it's too formal, it's forbidden to use honorifics. The commander raised his finger and waved, "My human form is not resting, how can I relax on my own?"

Patrick thought about it for a moment and decided not to talk about dark circles.

"Actually, I persuaded the commander," said Glena, "but that's what he is, stubborn. ”

"Alright, that's over," the commander clapped his hands, "let's get down to business." ”

"Hmm. ”

"First of all, tell me how you knew we were attacked. ”

"During the attack on the fortress of Brody, I obtained the enemy's communication device, and as a result, I received a threat from the commander of the Revolutionary Alliance. So I used a simple triangulation and found out that he was in the S05 area. ”

"I see...... Did you encounter an ambush on the way?"

"Yes, on the bridge to the south. ”

"I deliberately tricked you and set up an ambush to kill you, it should be like this. The commander recorded as he spoke, "It seems that he is a powerful character, and he has teamed up with Iron Will." ”

"If that's the case, it's the adjudicator who has my eye on me. It was she who persuaded Buffon to target me. ”

"Adjudicator, the leader of this iron-blooded army?" the commander asked.

"Yes, she pays special attention to me. ”

"Uh...... Then there is the problem of communication interference. I guess it's the umbrella again. ”

"It's true that I didn't see anything like a jammer before I landed. ”

"Although I have a humanoid form that specializes in dealing with the [Umbrella] virus, we still have to find out where the [Umbrella] is first......

"It's good to look for the Iron Boss within the search range, the strategy of [Umbrella] cannot be ignored, it is impossible for them to bet [Umbrella] on ordinary humanoids. ”

"That's what you say...... There's no Iron Boss to be found within searchable radius," the commander thought, "but there's a guy with exaggerated firepower. ”

"What?"

"A mech with an iron-blooded humanoid pilot on it, equipped with exaggerated heavy firepower. Fortunately, she didn't take the initiative to attack us, otherwise our defense line might have been crushed in one fell swoop. ”

"Maybe [the umbrella] was destroyed. Patrick said.

"How is that possible? If it is too conspicuous on that human form, it is clear that we want to challenge her. ”

"But this is already very difficult for us, and with our current situation, we simply can't muster enough combat power to deal with her. ”

The commander of the "......" fell into deep thought.

"Also, I must admit that I can't deal with that mech at the moment," Patrick continued, "I've fought her before, and I have no chance of winning head-to-head battles, and the raid is limited by the field and is very uncertain. ”

The commander of the "......" continued to be silent.

"Thomson calling the Commander, can you hear me?"

"I can hear it. The commander picked up the radio, "What's wrong?"

"Iron Will's offensive against Hangar One has suddenly become stronger, and we need a little reinforcement. The humanoid said over the radio, "Is there any manpower in the boss?"

"Well, that's just right. Reinforcements will soon pass. ”

"Thanks, boss. ”

The humanoid hung up the radio.

"Hangar One?" asked Patrick, ready to go.

"Yes," replied the commander, "speaking of which, from the day of the all-out assault on the Ryrov front, the madness borrowed it and has not come out until now. ”

"Crazy? What is he doing in the hangar?"

He only said that he needed to use the venue, but did not say anything specific. He didn't bring a radio either, and he couldn't be contacted after the Iron Blood's attack. ”

"Is that so...... I'll have to check it out for myself. Patrick walked to the door and turned back, "Ah, by the way, why are there strange rumors about me among your humanoids." ”

"Oh, it was Glena who spread the word. ”

"Puff......" Grina spat out all the water she had just drunk, "Didn't you say you wouldn't mention it!

"What's this? Patrick won't ......"

When the commander saw Patrick's murderous eyes, he swallowed the second half of his sentence.

"Please don't make any more jokes like this, Miss Grena. ”

"I'm really, really sorry!"

Leaving Glena with a ninety-degree bow, Patrick and G41 leave the command room. When they arrived at Hangar No. 1, it was a hot fight outside.

Cutting into the battlefield from the side, the two quickly joined the fight. With at least ten times as many people as yours, it's going to be an uphill battle.

"02-2, can you hear me?"

Intra-team communication, it's Carlyle. It is no wonder that Hangar No. 1 has been able to hold out until now without the assistance of the commander, and it turns out that he is in command.

"Roger. ”

"No, I mean...... Do you hear that?"

It is not easy to grasp the main point of what the uncle is saying, and you have to listen attentively, because he often omits the main parts of his speech. Unless you have a very "good" understanding (e.g. madness), it is impossible to understand what he means right away. This is one of the reasons why the team needs to be crazy to act as a microphone.

Patrick listened carefully to the sounds around him, hearing the occasional shout of a figure falling, and the sound of a projectile weapon and a beam weapon intertwined.

The sound of gunfire with catapult weapons came from the Iron Blood.

"Are there any soldiers of the Revolutionary Alliance who have been mixed in with iron blood?"

"Hmm. Find them out. ”

"Understood. ”

Now that you notice that someone is sneaking in, it's not difficult to find these guys, after all, the characteristics are still relatively obvious. Patrick scans the battlefield and soon finds several Confederate sergeants in the Iron Will's rear.

He covered each other with the G41 and crossed forward, breaking through the weaker left side of Iron Will. The five soldiers of the Revolutionary Union who were hiding behind the iron-blooded were exposed to them at this moment.

The G41 wounded an enemy first, then continued to provide cover for her master. The enemy team did not panic and threw two grenades at Patrick, leaving two to open fire and pinn them down, while the rest moved elsewhere.

Smoke and flashes, which may have worked for others, but instead of interfering with Patrick, they deceived themselves. He easily killed the two in the smoke and pursued the other three who fled.

"Launch! Can't wait any longer!"

Patrick heard one of them say and followed the smoke to find them. He saw a soldier carrying a bazooka on his shoulder.

Patrick didn't catch up in the end. By the time the three soldiers were shot, the rockets had already flown out - towards Hangar One.

"Boom!"

The scope of the explosion involved both sides, and the iron-blooded offensive collapsed in an instant, and the remaining remnants of Patrick could be easily cleaned up when he returned.

He had expected Hangar One to suffer heavy losses, but when he returned to the hangar, he found that most of the figures were still there, and Carlyle was looking at the sky with a cigarette in his mouth.

Patrick didn't know what was going on and didn't want to ask more.

"Side door. Carlyle came out of his throat with a muffled word, still smoking a cigarette motionless.

Patrick realized that the door to the hangar had been deformed due to the explosion just now, and it could not be opened properly.

Entering the hangar through the so-called side door, Patrick saw workers assembling several Cyclops in the dim light.

"Hey, I'm here!" Patrick saw the beckoning madness and walked over.

"That's what you call the secret weapon?"

"yes, how's that? Isn't that ...... Belch...... Nothing new. ”

Patrick has no comment.

"So, as you can see, I'm building a Cyclops armored force...... Although it can't be called a troop, well, that's it, it's gone. ”

Patrick looked at the gray cyclops. Compared to the yellow prototype, it seems that there are only fewer surface-to-surface intermodal missiles.

"Well, don't be too disappointed...... Personal advice, practicality is more important. ”

"Can you use it if you have built it?"

"One or two, not tested yet. What's wrong?"

"I have a plan......"