"Iron will is not the public enemy of the whole world. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info All wars are manipulated by something behind the scenes. Ally with Griffin, fight Iron Will, we have no choice but to breathe the natural air. —Carlyle Armstrong

S09 District Command

The Survivor Alliance's 2nd Special Independent Action Squad

Sergeant Patrick Flo

Sitting in the troop carrier, Patrick clearly felt the anxiety of the girls.

The adjudicator, all that is known about her is only the name. It was really uncomfortable to be told that there was such an unknown enemy who was going to go directly into his home.

The current situation is not up to Patrick, who is just a captive of the maidens. The tactical girls are in a hurry to return to the S09 area, and he can only follow him.

"Patrick," he looked up when he heard FAL call his name, "the commander is going to see you in a moment, get ready." ”

Patrick nodded.

The troop carrier slowly stopped, and the girls got out of the car one by one, and Patrick jumped down with him. G41 was holding his arm, he was a little unaccustomed.

With the blue sky, the white clouds, and the sunshine, Patrick was deeply shocked by what he saw, just like an ancient man who had stepped out of a cave for the first time in his life. He pulled down his mask and hood, letting the fresh air fill his lungs and the dazzling sunlight warm his skin.

"Ah......h

Patrick thinks she must have been frightened by her sickly white skin.

"Right...... I'm sorry!" FAL, who came into contact with Patrick's eyes, suddenly blushed, "I didn't mean to!"

"It's normal. Patrick said lightly. He's just a freak, everywhere he goes.

"Ahaha...... Then, you go to the commander yourself, the command room is on the second floor. After saying that, FAL left with her team first.

"Master, master! this place is so big!" the girl let go of his arms and ran, jumping, and spinning on the open ground.

G41 refers to the airfield of the headquarters and actually occupies most of the area of the headquarters. Air vehicles such as transport planes and helicopters are parked on the tarmac, while land vehicles need to pass through airports to reach the garage. The handling robot is busy like a worker ant, and the patrolling tactical girl will cast a wary look at Patrick when it passes by.

The main building of the headquarters occupies less than one-tenth of the airport. A small tin building is divided into two floors, the first floor is a factory for making human figures and equipment, strengthening human figures, and dismantling the fire control core, a dining hall and a bathhouse for the human figures, and a dormitory for the tactical girls, and the second floor is the command room and living rooms for the commander and other human officers, and of course, a place to relax with a cup of tea.

The door to the command room was closed, and in front of it stood an orange-haired young girl who greeted Patrick as she walked upstairs.

"Hello~ Hello!"

Patrick looked the girl up and down.

"Hey...... girl" The girl smiled awkwardly, "Introduce yourself, my name is Grena, the logistics officer of the S09 district headquarters, you can tell me if you need anything." ”

Patrick looked at the girl again. He thought that Griffin's officers should wear formal clothes, but the girl in front of him refreshed his impression of Griffin.

The stiff atmosphere made Glina desperate to find a crack in the ground to get into, but luckily the door to the command room opened just in time.

"I've been waiting, friend. The Commander came out of the command room and extended his hand to Patrick, "Welcome to S09." I'm going to take a coffee break, would you like to come along?"

Full of skillful polite words. Instead of reaching out his hand, Patrick clenched his right hand into a fist and pounded it on his left chest—the standard military salute for the Survivor League Army.

The commander smiled and withdrew his hand, returning Patrick's military salute.

"Don't be so inhibited, non-commissioned officer," said the commander, "and if you walk around here, you'll see that it's more like a hotel than a barracks." ”

Patrick nodded. He already saw it. A young girl was lying on the sofa in the tea room, sleeping lazily. Glena brought the black tea and sold it like a waitress.

The mechanical prosthetic reluctantly picked up the teacup and brought it to Patrick's mouth. Looks like his arm needs to be adjusted like crazy.

"Patrick, I'm glad you're here. It's just a pity that we don't have time to relax. The commander said.

"We don't know anything about our enemies, sir. ”

"Yes. Iron and blood, every time I think I've figured out the details of my enemies, they'll play new cards. ”

The apprehension and determination of the commander were written on his face.

"I can't let S09 fall, Patrick, you've got to help me. The adjudicator needs to prove loyalty with S09, so you trade S09 for Griffin's trust. ”

Patrick wondered that none of what was going to happen had anything to do with him, but he couldn't refuse.

"Wrap it around me. ”