"Griffin, Iron Will, I.O.P. ...... Seemingly overnight, we understood what was going on in the safe zone. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info They hide behind the girl, relying on the protection of advanced artificial intelligence to survive. There is no bloodshed and no humanity. —Patrick Flo

Cromwell Ruins in S13 District

The Survivor Alliance's 2nd Special Independent Action Squad

Sergeant Patrick Flo

Not found.

Patrick let go of the hand covering the girl's mouth as he aimed his gun at her forehead.

"Who are you?"

"Model G41, an autonomic tactical girl humanoid made by I.O.P.," MAD explained in the communicator, "is simply a puppet made for war." ”

"Should I kill her?" Patrick pointed his gun at the maiden, who bowed his head like a child who had done something wrong, and looked into his indifferent eyes from time to time.

"Is your emotional intelligence negative all born with negative emotions?" people call you master," the voice of abuse and excitement sounded particularly distorted, "anyway, we won an extra jackpot, bring her back, I want to study it carefully." ”

"Yes," Patrick said, removing his gun, "and we're going to start shipping the goods at once." ”

He looked at the girl, petite but fully armed, with a slender mechanical arm holding the assault rifle steadily, and any slight movement would not affect the next moment to raise the gun and shoot.

"Can you fight?" Patrick tried to communicate with the girl.

"Yes! It's not just fighting, everything the master says, G41 will try to do!"

"Well, keep up. Patrick leaned against the door, quietly observing the enemy's movements.

"Warning: Three iron-blooded humanoids are approaching. ”

Iron-blooded. The moment Patrick silently recited his name, a huge stream of information passed through his brain. It seems that the madness has integrated the data and sent it into his brain. He slammed the door open, raising his assault rifle to fire, but the enemy dodged the bullet as if aware of his movements.

The three short-haired girls raised their guns, and green beams of light shot at Patrick scatteredly, one of which grazed his arm, a hole in the sleeve of his coat was burned, and the mechanical arm was red from the heat.

Faced with iron-blooded firepower, Patrick had no choice but to hide back in the factory. However, the girl behind him didn't think so, skillfully rolled out of the bunker, picked up the gun steadily, her eyes that turned red in an instant were full of murderous intent, and with three short shots, the iron-blooded humanoid fell in a pool of blood.

Patrick was impressed by the girls' superb fighting skills. He knew that he couldn't underestimate these tactical girls anymore, otherwise the consequences would be immeasurable. The other iron-blooded humanoids sensed their presence and turned their guns in pursuit of them. Braving enemy fire, Patrick turned around and broke the ceiling with a grenade, and the falling steel plate successfully stopped the pursuers.

"Warning: There are multiple threats within a 500-meter radius, threat source: Iron Blood. ”

The results of the scan were not encouraging, and the outside of the base was littered with iron-blooded humanoids, as if the iron-blooded craftsmen had filled the entire city.

"Madness, get us out of here. ”

"Raven 01-1 is heading to S13, and you'll have to shake off the iron-blooded pursuit before they can land to meet you. ”

"And how are we going to get rid of them?"

"Wait a minute......," Patrick heard the sound of the iron gates opening, "There's a military SUV in the garage, and it's up to you to get out of it or not." ”

"Thorn 02-2 received. ”

Patrick jumped into the buggy and started the engine in less than two minutes, relying on the assistance of the system. The G41 obediently sat in the back seat, Patrick drove the car, and she shot it.

The off-road vehicle crashed through the iron gate of the base, dodged two ostrich-like mechs, and drove at high speed on the highway. Patrick glanced in the rearview mirror, and a swarm of flying robots quickly chased after him, their heads flashing green.

Patrick's grip on the steering wheel never stopped, and the buggy made a sharp turn at every intersection in an attempt to shake off the iron-clad pursuit. However, the number of Iron Bloods continued unabated, and a whole echelon of dragoons joined the chase. Although the G41's counterattack wiped out a lot of iron, the rear of the off-road vehicle was almost scorched by the beam.

The buggy was at full throttle, and the dragoons in action could not accurately shoot at the target, let alone the moving one. Patrick gradually realized that something was wrong, and when he looked up, he realized that the intersection ahead was blocked by a large beam self-propelled battery, and the beam cannon had already begun to charge, just waiting for the dragoons to drive them over.

We are not lambs to the slaughter. Patrick's cold eyes never changed from beginning to end, and he pulled the Valkyrie grenade launcher from the holster at his waist and aimed it at the self-propelled turret at the intersection.

"Bang!" There was a loud bang, and the grenade hit the center of the battery, the barrel of the gun was blown off by the strong impact, and the heavy armor fragments were scattered in all directions. Patrick stepped on the gas pedal and passed the intersection before the battery fell, successfully shaking off the pursuers.

"Thorn 02-2 calls Raven 01-1, we flick our tail off and are sending coordinates. The SUV stopped on the side of the road in the suburbs, and Patrick got out of the car and hid in the field to try to connect with the helicopter that picked it up.

"Master, we're out! I'm doing a good job, aren't I?"

Ah, he almost forgot about this little guy. There should be no noisier "goods" in this world than her.

"Master, master!" G41's eyes kept looking at him, as if expecting something.

Patrick sighed softly, he really didn't want to pay attention to her anymore. He turned on the communication and prepared to connect with the helicopter for the second time.

By the time Patrick came to his senses, he was lying backwards. The sharp pain and burning sensation in his right chest made him almost suffocate and confused. A bullet. He must have been hit by a sniper.

The G41 lying on top of him was pulled away, and there were a few more people in the hazy vision. The system sends out a belated alarm at this time.

"Warning: Five Griffin figures are approaching. ”