"How many people do it take to bury a secret? How long does it take to unearth a secret? I got to know the world, and it tells me that there is another side. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info An answer gives the next question, like dominoes, and I don't know when the end will be. The truth, where. —Patrick Flo

S09 District Boundary Yellowstone Ridge

The Survivor Alliance's 2nd Special Independent Action Squad

Sergeant Patrick Flo

time, already an hour later than planned. Uncle, they should have evacuated the combat area.

The torrential rain also stopped. The rain was still dripping down the dirt along the lines of the robotic arm. Patrick's coat is now on the G41, like an adult's suit is on a child.

I didn't expect the human form to have a sense of shame.

Patrick quickly shook his head and threw some meaningless thoughts behind him. It's been a short time, and Iron Will still hasn't moved, so he probably gave up the chase and retreated. After all, they don't have enough capital to attack S09 - either weapons or troops.

"Thorn 02-3 calls Thorn 02-2, can you hear me?" Patrick was still thinking about how long it would take to get in touch when a familiar voice came over the communicator.

"Roger, this is Spur 02-2," Patrick replied, "on the hillside with Spur 02-5." ”

"What? You're not dead? That's a bit excessive, isn't it?"

"How are we going to get out of here?" Patrick didn't have time to joke with him.

"Ah, I'll see...... Head up the hill, where there's a makeshift tarmac where Jane rescues the scout team. ”

"Understood. Patrick turned off the com, "Let's go." ”

"Yes, master!"

After the rain, Yellowstone Ridge was wet, and from time to time water droplets still fell from the treetops, hitting Patrick's numb skin. There was little evidence of the battle on the road, except for the traces left by the mechs as they walked. Even the sound of shoes stepping on gravel can be heard far, far away.

Following the winding road to the bottom of the mountain, Patrick stopped after passing a junction. The road ahead was buried by a mudslide, and they had to find another way out.

Retreating to the junction, Patrick carefully checked the direction of each road, and at that moment, he noticed that there was a trail between the road and the road leading to the falls, leading deep into Yellowstone Ridge. The sign was broken, and it was no longer possible to determine where the hidden trail leads, but its general direction still leads to the top of the mountain.

Maybe a pedestrian walkway?

Without much thought, Patrick walked along the passage. The stone steps, the deep woods, and the view of the fluorescent green, seem to be normal.

"Warning: An increase in the concentration of the collapse fluid has been detected and the current concentration level is safe. ”

Patrick was stunned and couldn't help but be alert. Huangshiling is located on the border of the safety zone, that is, deep in the safety zone, and it is logically impossible to be contaminated by the collapse fluid.

Now, however, there is radiation.

"The host, there seems to be a house in front. G41 said.

Patrick looked down the trail and saw that there were indeed many houses made of wood, which seemed to be a village. He walked over and found that the structure of the house was the same as it was a few decades ago, and some of the utensils inside were made of polymer composites, and there were even machines with relic technology.

It's like a research institute disguised as a village in the forest.

"Stabbing 02-2 reports, we found a clue. ”

"Oh, I can see it. "Calibrating the image...... Optical shadow deviation was found with a deviation value of two centimeters. Patrick, can you see a guillotine?"

"See. ”

"There should be an optical camouflage generator around there. ”

It didn't take much effort for Patrick to find the two iron boxes, and the mechanical prosthetics easily smashed them flat. Then, a familiar cylindrical alloy building gradually appeared, and there was a sign next to the door, which was printed with the logo of the Iron and Blood Workers and the words "Safe House No. 9".

Patrick slammed the door open and leaned in. In the center of the safe house there is a staircase leading to the ground, but it is now completely blocked by stones. To the left of the stairs is a locker for observing the cultivation of creatures, and broken glass is scattered all over the floor. On the right is the main unit monitoring the basement, although the screen and the exterior of the case are covered in a layer of dust, but it seems to be still usable.

Patrick turned on the console and connected it with a tablet. Five firewalls were set up on the host, and it took several minutes to crack them one by one.

"Wonderful, it's so clean," sneered madly, "and there's nothing left behind." There is only one voice log and text record. ”

"Can you open it?"

"The voice log can't be played right now," the madness revealed his disdain, and he seemed to have a problem with the broken host, "If you're interested, you can open the text and take a look." ”

Patrick opened up as he said he would.

"On October 31, 2059 at 19:21:36, the situation of the 'Holy Maidens' is quite stable, the plan has taken effect, and we have finally achieved a breakthrough of zero. If the experiment is successful, Iron Will become the world's number one producer of tactical humanoids. ”

"On November 24, 2059 at 4:07:55 we detected brain activity in the 'Holy Maiden', and they are alive. No, not living in the biological sense - meaning, they have thoughts. Soon, they will be able to move on their own. ”

"On November 29, 2059, at 9:14:01, there was bad news, and the number of survivors of the 'Holy Maiden' was only five, and the reason is not yet clear. The good news is that the surviving 'saints' have opened their eyes, and two of them are still looking at us. We're going to succeed. ”

"December 25, 2059 15:20:23 Today is Christmas. And I'm sorry that two more 'holy women' have left us. The remaining three are in normal physical condition, done. ”

"On January 8, 2060, 00:01:10, the final step finally came. All the values of the 'Holy Maidens' are normal, and all signs indicate that they are no different from normal people. I'm willing to bet they're the pinnacle of tactical humanoids in the world, and no tactical humanoid can match them. Practical, mass-produced, I can't wait!"

"On January 8, 2060 at 00:30:45, the cultivation cabin opened, and the 'saints' were in normal condition, it should be said that everything was fine, it had never been so good!"

"Attacked at 00:35:02 on January 8, 2060! Attacked! Humanoid riot occurred at Safe House 9! Request for rescue!

This is a backup of the letter.

It appears that Iron Will is secretly researching a new tactical humanoid, but a riot occurs.

"Strange, the timing is not right. ”

"What?"

"The system that hacked into the Griffin in S13 has a history of iron-blooded craftsmanship, and there have been three riots. However, these three time points do not match the number recorded this time. ”

Other words...... No one knew about this riot. Whether it's Griffin, or Iron Will.

"Ahh

Patrick quickly turned and fired, but the bullet passed through the girl in white and into the wall.

Holographic projection.

"Save it, if I were here, I would have killed you a long time ago. Patrick recognized the girl as the adjudicator.

"So, what's the matter with me?"

"It's nothing~ I just found that someone broke in here, and I just wanted to see what it looked like~"

"That's a real disappointment for you. ”

"Hmm...... Killing most of my men, destroying my carefully prepared weapons, priing open the research institute I was staying in, and ruining my only plan to gain the trust of my agents...... I will always remember you~"

"Are you a 'saint'?"

The adjudicator just smiled and was silent.

"What is the Holy Maiden's plan, and why are you rioting?"

"I mean, it seems like all this has nothing to do with you," the adjudicator said jokingly, "rats huddled in the polluted area. ”

This time, Patrick was silent.

"It's ridiculous, what's your business with the safe zone? Can you tell me why you're helping them sell their lives and using the momentum they will do to thwart an attack that doesn't matter to them?"

Patrick remained silent.

"You look at me like that...... You seem to enjoy finding answers. Ah, I'm starting to like you, human, can you find all the answers and tell me them all? Tell me what I know and what I don't, okay?"

Patrick was startled by the sudden and violent reaction of the adjudicator, but remained unchanged.

"If you don't speak, I'll take you by default~ Answer my first question," the adjudicator laughed innocently, as if she were just an ordinary girl, "What's your name?"

"Patrick, Patrick Flo. ”

"Okay~ Patrick, I remember you, your looks, your name...... The next time we meet again, it's time to know everything. When the time comes, will you please answer all my questions?"

Patrick just stared at her. The adjudicator smiled, the projection flickered, and vanished.

Patrick let out a long sigh of relief.

"The host ......"

He set his eyes on the source of the weak air.

"You're not going to turn to the enemy......

"......" Patrick didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"This is Raven 01-1, repeat, this is Raven 01-1, can you hear me? ”

"Thorn 02-2 received. Patrick secretly thanked Pilot Wagri.

"We have arrived at the designated place. ”

"Roger. ”

It's over. Patrick thought to himself, at least for a normal night's sleep.

Of course, only temporarily.