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Daron City, India

The Survivor Alliance's 2nd Special Independent Action Squad

Sergeant Patrick Flo

More than 30 years have passed since the Quilan incident (2030), and even though New Delhi has been renamed Talon, all the buildings on the ground have changed, and the underground is still rebuilt on the original basis.

So Patrick burrowed into the sewer between the two buildings, hid his footsteps, and went deep down the complex pipe.

Shortly after stealth, he saw the light, which was connected to the subway. He had already seen the subway station above ground, and it was much safer to walk underground than above ground.

There are quite a few soldiers in the subway station, and they can use the subway to support all parts of the city, which is quite flexible. Even when the United Nations sent a large military force to the border, Patrick felt that victory would not be easy.

Patrick enters the subway and walks straight to the checkpoint.

"I need help. He said to the Revolutionary Union soldiers at the checkpoint.

"Report your situation, boy. A soldier replied, who appeared to be the team leader in charge of the checkpoint.

Sure enough, they mistook themselves for citizens who volunteered to fight. Patrick simply changed into a red coat from the clothing store, put on glasses and a face mask, and carried the changed costume and filter into a bag - he was worried that such a cross-dressing would not be too suspicious.

"I have an important package to deliver," Patrick patted his backpack, "Master McCroft wants me to send it to our allies. ”

"Where are you going?"

"There's no time, I'm being targeted. A guy in a black coat, right inside this subway station. ”

"Wait a minute. ”

The team leader turned around and used the communicator to talk to the others. Seconds later, he came back and let Patrick in.

"Hans, you stay here, the others will search me carefully, report the situation as soon as they find it, don't act rashly, there is a very dangerous guy operating nearby. The squad leader ordered.

Then he turned to Patrick again, "Follow me, boy." ”

Patrick followed the squad leader into the subway platform, where a train was docked and guarded by another team. On the platform, quite a few soldiers are on standby.

"Captain Potter!"

"What's the matter? Axton. ”

"I have a postman to deliver, borrow the subway. ”

"Where? Civic Center?"

The squad leader didn't answer, but turned to look at Patrick. Patrick nodded, avoiding unnecessary suspicion.

"Well, I wish you knew how to get into the secret passage. ”

The squad stationed at the train got off the train.

"Hey, let's be smart!"

Patrick and the team leader get on the train, and after the team leader starts the train, he changes track and turns into a hidden passageway. This is probably the secret passage to the Civic Center.

"Boy, what's your name?"

"William. ”

"Didn't join the army?"

"Nope. ”

"Aren't the reserves?"

"No," replied Patrick, "I prefer to serve my country as a free man rather than in the army." ”

"It's a good idea, no wonder it's so important. ”

Patrick had to have a conversation that he wasn't good at. One is to gain the trust of this idiot, and the other is to attract his attention and not let him have the space to contact others.

The "pleasant" conversation didn't last long, as they arrived at the station. Patrick breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately discovering that what they were talking about was the Civic Center, the tallest building, where the Iron Sniper Executive had retreated, and his destination.

The squad leader cleared the way for him in front, and the two of them took the elevator to the first floor of the Civic Center. From here, Patrick had to take another elevator to get upstairs.

It should have been so, but the peaceful journey was over.

The moment the elevator door opened, Patrick kicked the team leader out of the way, pulled out his pistol and shot him in the back of the head. Let him die without pain, which is the only mercy Patrick can give.

Before stepping out of the elevator door, he threw a flashbang to blind the guards on either side of the elevator, and then killed them.

The gunfire alarmed the soldiers on the first floor, and they rushed to besiege Patrick.

His current situation is not to poke a hornet's nest, but to break into a hornet's nest.

Patrick is still going the old way. Cover an area with smoke, then scan to mark enemies, find a breach point, shoot them with a silencer-equipped rifle, and disappear into sight.

He went to the gloomy computer room and changed back into his black clothes.

There must be a mess out there. In order to find him, the soldiers of the Revolutionary Union will definitely search every corner, and the computer room is no exception. Conflict with the whole city, even if Patrick has AED system support, is sure to die.

The complicated circuitry in front of him was of no use to him, but at least it pointed in a direction.

He dropped his backpack at the door of the machine room, climbed on top of the generator in the machine room, removed a metal plate from the ceiling, and climbed into the ventilation duct.

Footsteps were approaching. By the time the Confederate soldiers arrived in the engine room, Patrick had already left through the ventilation ducts, and the backpack at the door might have scared them.

Even in the ventilation ducts, Patrick knew exactly where he was and where he was going. The mechanical prosthetic is magnetically attached, and he can even crawl through vertical pipes. This method is safe, but the sun will go down by the time you find the executive.

So he came to the building's monitoring center.

The soldiers of the Revolutionary Union who managed the surveillance crossed their legs, wore headphones, and leaned back on their chairs, watching the surveillance video very leisurely. Patrick didn't know why, but every time he entered the monitoring room, whether he sneaked in or swaggered in, he could see this scene. Only when there is a real situation will these people who eat white food sit upright.

The strange force of the robotic arm deformed the vent of the vent so that Patrick could pass through. He jumped down from the ventilation duct at once, covered the soldier's mouth with his left hand, and took out a military thorn with his right hand and stabbed it into the heart.

It wasn't until the soldier's eyes were bloodshot and he stopped struggling that Patrick let go.

Pushing the body aside, he began to look for the executive on surveillance.

Every floor was heavily guarded, and Patrick saw hoplites armed with Stinger missiles riding elevators up the stairs.

He sifted through the floors where he saw the iron-blooded humanoid and narrowed it down.

Assuming that the executive thinks she is still on that street, she will choose the room facing that street and the best view to snipe at herself. With this in mind, Patrick selected a few more rooms and began to check them one by one.

Finally, in the reception room on the forty-first floor, he saw the figure of the executive officer holding a gun motionless.

Record, mark out waypoints, and smash all the screens.

"02-2, report your situation. ”

"Infiltrated the tallest building. ”

"How long will it take to destroy the power station?"

"Ten to twenty minutes," Patrick replied, "but before that, I need to know the structure of the power station." ”

"Understood. Stab 02-1, over. ”