As we approach June, the temperature in the Southern Cape shows no signs of winter, maintaining a lukewarm, disgusting climate. Obviously, for the people of the southern hemisphere, the harshest winter has already arrived.

Task Force Haddish arrived at the location designated by Team 404 on time, a bridge that was supposed to be open to traffic, but it was now cordoned off by the Wehrmacht. From the bridge, the location of the Southern Cape Defence Force's deal with the Southern Union was directly observed, and they chose a large uninhabited crater, surrounded by mountains on both sides, with a completely sealed concrete wall underneath the bridge, and only a dirt road leading to the sewer was passable. There is also a tower crane in the middle of the pit, and the feet are piled up with construction materials.

It's a great place to hide from the public, but it's not so easy to escape.

The trio cleared the enemy blockade on both sides of the bridge and descended the stairs to the hollow interior of the bridge, which was also guarded by heavily armed Wehrmacht, but it was not difficult to wipe them out quietly, and in less than fifteen minutes, the last body lay on the cement bag.

"Haven't you arrived yet? Team 404. Noyeru asked, retracting the glossy scimitar into its scabbard.

"Leave them alone," Patrick said, "and we'll just get ready." Noyelu, can you be a sniper?"

"It's not that I'm boasting, my marksmanship is okay, it's an artificial ligand, after all," Noyelu replied, "but why do you ask this?"

Patrick didn't speak, but threw the rifle to her.

"Woohh

"I'll try to catch the connector of Southern Union. ”

"Huh, isn't the mission to kill them all? What are you arresting people for?"

"Before I kill him, I want to ask something. Patrick said.

"I don't know why you're doing this," Noyeru shrugged, "but you're the leader, and you're up to you." ”

"Well, madness, I'm going to get on that tower crane. ”

"Oh, I know, I know. ”

The boom of the tower crane rotated in a counterclockwise direction, and Patrick jumped on the elevator at the end of the tower crane and turned back again. He has a clear view of his surroundings from the air, and acting from a tower is also the most rapid and powerful option.

The position left by Noyelu in the bridge, the G41 moved to the bottom of the surveillance tower crane in the mountains and forests on the left, and once the target entered this rat trap, it was impossible to escape.

After about fifteen minutes of waiting, Patrick's head-up display detected a faint interference, and the AED system was disabled, but fortunately the communication was still working. It was Nanlian who came here first, and he smelled the breath of these guys from afar, and three valuable cars drove down the ramp, which was obviously out of place here, and the restlessness of the helicopter was also earth-shattering, but it did not play the slightest deterrent role.

Patrick stood on the edge of the elevator, looking down at the suit-clad enemy in the wind, his steel hand silently drawing his weapon. The Southern Cape military and 404 have not yet arrived, these people seem to be Mead's people, and it is not easy to catch their tails.

Or rather, they deliberately showed their tails.

Either way, what he's going to do now won't change, and Patrick won't follow the pace of others.

He waited quietly for a while, and the man in the suit with the box suddenly picked up his smartphone, as if he had received a notification from someone. Patrick could see a subtle change in the man's expression, and though it may have been just a muscle throbbing, he felt that something was wrong.

Nanlian suddenly walked briskly towards the car.

Tsk, did they find out?

"Are you ready? Fire freely, prioritizing the driver of the sedan. Patrick decisively ordered, raised the grenade launcher in his hand, and blew down the helicopter that was patrolling and loitering in the air.

The crashed helicopter was like a signal for an attack, the gunfire rose with the muzzle fire, and the ambushed Nanlian people took out their weapons, but soon fell like dominoes. With weapons in hand, they looked to the left and right, and it was difficult for them to counterattack the geographically superior Noyelu and G41, so they could only be slaughtered. Having found that they were unable to fight back, they wisely chose to retreat.

In the face of great danger, it is not in vain, and Meade's agents are not in vain. Patrick spotted that they were taking turns shooting at the ambusher's position, even if the upper half of the upper body of someone next to him was cut in half, and on the other side, the connector was running towards the car with the suitcase, the ultimate goal was to cover the retreat of their commander.

The boom rotated towards the car, and the elevator repositioned along the boom, on which was a man in a skull mask, looking indifferently at Agent Meade running at full strength. The joint's spine seemed to sense the gaze, and he glanced back, confronting him with an intriguing expression.

"Patrick, our operation has been discovered, and the people of the military ......"

"It's too late to wait for your notice," Patrick said coldly, "do your job." ”

"Uh-huh~ I think so," ump45 snorted lightly, "You sound busy, I won't bother~"

Without waiting for Patrick to say anything more, Ump45 hung up the communication without permission. This loud and angry humanoid is always talking to himself and doing a lot of things, and this operation ended on its own, which is really unlikeable.

Both the boom and the lift stopped, and Patrick took a deep breath and leaned forward, his feet off the lift's hard pedals. Gravity caused him to fall faster and faster, blurring his vision. He raised his mechanical arm and swung it down as it was about to touch the black canopy.

As soon as the connector dragged the driver's body out, the sedan was flattened by the massive impact, and the air currents set off the shattered debris to dance, and he subconsciously sat on the ground. He couldn't move a step anymore, his hands and feet were like being bitten hard by an invisible python, and he couldn't move.

The man rose from the pile of wreckage and stared at him with glimmering eyes, a row of hideous fangs on his mask, as if thirsting for blood, and the heavy breath more like a call for that thirst.

Patrick jumped off the wreckage, walked over to the stunned Agent Mead, and pulled him up. The agent glanced at Patrick's fallen corpse, which was scattered like a rag on the ground. He slowly turned to look at Patrick again, and suddenly his whole body relaxed.

Patrick was a little surprised that this man actually gave up the struggle.

"No wonder it took such a lot of trouble to make a birdcage. Agent Meade whispered.

"What ......"

"We've made a couple of cages, and you're one of them, monster. The body grasped by the mechanical arm was trembling, and the agent seemed to be laughing, which made Patrick feel a chill, "You're trapped inside, you can't go back, and you can't stop us, monster." ”

"......Shh

Jeffrey ...... Their target is still Jeffrey......

"What is this? you didn't kill him!" Noyelu shouted over the communicator.

"I know enough. ”

"Master, we can't get in touch with Junoan!" G41 said anxiously, "the enemy has isolated us from interference!"

This time we're trapped in a cage...... Is it?

"What now?"

"Our mission remains the same, with or without interference," Patrick said, "and our goal is to clear the Southern Cape of the threat, leaving not a single enemy left." ”