"It was a chance for us to come into contact with Iron Will and Griffin and start stepping into a complex environment. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info People's hatred and hostility, which can even be smelled by breathing, is much worse than radiation. We may be able to go back to a place where there is no pollution, but we can't go back to the old days. This is far from what we expected. —Carlyle Armstrong

S09 District Command

The Survivor Alliance's 2nd Special Independent Action Squad

Sergeant Patrick Flo

"Forward, a little further!OK, stop, stop!" Tactician Maiden waved her baton as a Wagri helicopter landed at the airfield in S09 with a large mech.

The pale yellow paint with a metallic luster, four robotic arms with tracks hanging down, a 210mm caliber heavy gun mounted under the cockpit, and two container missile bays installed on both sides, both air and ground. When the spider-like mech turns into a tank, the main gun will be retracted, and the anti-materiel machine gun between the missile bay and the cockpit will be deployed, which will be very lethal to both people and vehicles.

The big guy called "Cyclops" was moved from a corner of the contaminated area, and he was both the combat vehicle of the "Thorn 02" and their headquarters.

Three people disembarked from the Wagri helicopter, apparently the rest of the 2nd Special Independent Operations Team.

"Oh~ This place is awesome, if you blow it up with C4, it will be even better!"

The tactical girls cast a wary look. It was a small child who was not tall and looked very thin. His hedgehog head and unzipped black coat and vest show his bohemian personality, and his white shirt has a crazy smiley face printed on it, which is exactly the same as his current expression.

Behind the dwarf was an uncle in a blue camouflage uniform. The stubble on his chin has not yet been shaved, he wears a pair of orange goggles on his forehead, and his messy white hair and listless eyes give the illusion that he will never wake up once he falls. The uncle still has a cigarette in his mouth, and his coat is also open at random, and the overall image is more like a killer than a veteran.

"Brother Parker, long time no see!" a female voice suddenly popped out between the two men, and Patrick couldn't help but startle him.

"Jane?"

Patrick's eyes widened. The girl wore a long-sleeved sailor suit, with sneakers and black silk, exactly like the coser of an island nation.

The girl jumped up and down, stopped in front of Patrick, and grabbed the face of the G41 leaning against Patrick.

"This is the tactical humanoid you brought back from Cromwell? so cute, I can't imagine that Parker is still a beast ear controller. ”

Patrick didn't hear or understand what she was saying, and let G41 and Jane mess around.

"Are they your comrades?" the commander asked.

Patrick nodded, then introduced them to the commander one by one.

"Carlyle Armstrong, madness, Jane Stewart. ”

The commander smiled and shook hands with them all.

"Time is running out, and I'm going to take part in the Rubik's Cube in three hours. The commander looked at his watch and said, "Hurry up and decide on the tactical arrangement." ”

"Fighting a war is not just a matter of paper," Carlyle said in a deep voice, "and even more so that we alone are enough." ”

"That's not going to work," the commander laughed, "we're a partnership, and it's unfair not to do anything at all." ”

"Sir!" Madness suddenly jumped between the two, "Request permission to use the factory!"

"Excuse me, but what do you want the factory to do?"

"Transform G41!" said madly, raising one of G41's hands, "The threshold for being a military assassin is very high!"

"Let go of me! I'll go wherever my master goes!"

"Okay. Grena, help me get the factory in order," the commander called on the public channel, "we're going to have a little meeting there." ”

About ten minutes later, the crowd came to the cleaned up factory. Furiously and excitedly, he tidied up the workbench and poured out all the tools he carried out from the large box he carried with him. The commander turned on the makeshift command platform, and the holographic projection was played.

"Mountains?" asked Carlyle, "what is this?"

"I sent a reconnaissance team to track the movements of the Iron Wills in S13, a map based on the information they sent back in real time," the commander explained, "and now the Adjudicator and her minions are here. ”

"I recognize this place," Jane jumped down from the humanoid repair bar, "I picked up a print last time I was on a mission, and this is the place where it was printed." What is it called...... Yellowstone Ridge?"

"Are you sure you're right?" shouted Madness, who was helping Patrick with the robotic arm, "I don't believe you can match old prints with holographic projections!"

Ignoring the arguing between Mad and Jane, the Commander zoomed out the holographic projection until he could see the entire area from S13 to S09. From the projection, it can be found that the S13 area to the S09 area can be reached directly along a river through the jungle and no man's land, and to go to Huangshiling, you must go around the S09 area at least half a circle to reach.

"It's strange, why did they deliberately take a detour?"

"I don't know, the intelligence sent back by the reconnaissance team indicates that the Adjudicator's troops have all left the S13 area, and there is no possibility of encirclement and operation. ”

"Is their information really credible?"

"Every one of my teams is elite and I don't have any reason to doubt them. The Commander was a little annoyed by Carlyle's question.

"Alright, then please give the order for your scout team to do further reconnaissance. Carlyle said, "Crazy, how long will it take to prepare?"

"At least two hours!"

"Give me an hour to figure it out. ”

Carlyle took a deep puff of cheap cigarettes on the market and exhaled a cloud of mist. Smoke swirled upwards, lingering on the bulbs, faintly blue.

Carlyle frowned.

"Not so good. ”