When Clarissa of the third spaceport patrol. When Chen woke up from a brief dream of fatigue, she was a little annoyed that she had to stop first because she had to stop patrolling because she had to feed her hamsters with nuts, and she gently pushed the magazine full of 15 9mm bullets into the pistol, and then after putting away the pistol, she stretched out her right hand and grabbed her rifle and stood in front of the patrol members who were already busy like her.

"Attention," Clarissa watched with satisfaction as the recruits who had only been recruited for a short time because Zeon had not fought on the ground for a long time stood still, "as usual, we will take over the patrol duties of the 12th detachment, and the patrol area will remain the same, but today I received an order --- the SCRU of the military department will board the ship from our patrol area and set off for the mission. ”

“SCRU?。。。 Uh, that's not ... One of the recruits standing in the second row blinked, then tilted his head to look at Clarissa in question.

"Space-Combat-Reconnaissance-Unit, our most elite infantry unit in the Zeon Army," Clarissa nodded, then pointed to the recruit who asked the question, "It's a contrast to you little guys who don't have a good ear." ”

"There's no comparison," the recruit who was pointed out by the commander didn't feel embarrassed, but laughed, "Or did they decide to sneak in and test the work of our 11th patrol detachment?" ”

"If they really want to do that, you innocent little creature won't be able to find out," Clarissa smirked, "they'll come in through the door, and we'll just say hello at most." Well, without further ado, injections. ”

At Clarissa's order, all the patrolmen were to stick short needles into their necks every day--- because patrolling the edge of the spaceport required them to wear light spacesuits and inject antifreeze injections, which would increase the resistance of blood and cells to freezing for a short period of time, so that they could hold on for a little longer in case they were sucked into space. And after doing this, Clarissa. Chen set off with her patrol, which was filled with recruits.

"The patrol is on its way." Above the heads of Clarissa and the others, a person invisible to the naked eye that not even an infrared thermal imaging camera could detect clings to the roof like a gecko, and when he saw the patrol rushing out, he whispered such a message to the ears of his team leader through the vibration of his throat.

Receiving the news from the vibration of the ear bone, Chen Tongbai, the mercenary codenamed Blood Moon, moved his fingers lightly, and the combat suit operated by detecting the microcurrent in his body immediately transmitted the command to the 5 mm device on Chen Tongbai's wrist through the sensor. Within the short chamber of the excitation device, the metal firing pin immediately struck the slender needle-piercing ammunition*. A small amount of gunpowder was ignited, and together with the high-pressure gas injected at the same time, the needle puncture bullet was violently pushed out with explosive energy.

After the reduction of the silencer, the pinprick projectile fired at subsonic speed made a sound smaller than that of the same caliber*, and was not detected by the sentry at a distance of 15 meters, but the slender and sharp needle successfully penetrated the clothing and skin of the Zeon soldier's neck, and smoothly pushed the anesthetic in. The two Zeon sentries suddenly felt a sense of confusion sweep over their minds, they wanted to move but felt their bodies imbued with lead, unable to move, and in the illusion of a sloping horizon, they fell to the ground, not even feeling the pain of their faces hitting the ground.

Seeing that the sentry was solved, Chen Tongbai was about to step forward, but suddenly stopped again. His surroundings had been swept away by himself and his men, but his sixth sense of recovery from PTSD was pulsating--- and he felt a strange intuition after spending so long trying to shake off the hallucinations and paranoia of the battlefield. And after Chen Tongbai stopped and turned on the full sensor of the integrated display to scan this high-power consumption mode, he found that this sixth sense really saved his life again--- on the ground in front of the sentry, clearly showing a partition structure that was enough for a few people to fall, Chen Tongbai had no doubt that there was a trap below that would make people absolutely unable to climb up.

"Gloves." Blood Moon calls out to a subordinate in the secret channel, this sentry is flanked by many tight guard areas, and this seemingly easy to pass sentry post is a real trap that must be removed.

Blood Moon's men responded to the call, and a group of people waited in the darkness for a few minutes before receiving a report from their colleague codenamed Glove:

"It's okay, I hijacked their signal, the trap's signal won't be transmitted, but there's a pressure trigger underneath, crawl over."

Immediately, a group of people gently climbed down and began to crawl forward.

"Is it still a little painful to hurt your former colleagues face-to-face?" As Allando crawled past Bloodmoon, he heard a heavy wheezing sound coming from the communication loop, and after seeing Arlando pause next to the fallen sentry, Bloodmoon asked.

"I can't give up." Arlando replied noncommittally.

"It's true that you can't, if you can't convince yourself with your mission, then try to forget, when you're actually on the battlefield, this little bit of so-called guilt will soon disappear, and now let your adrenaline level go down."

With that, Blood Moon crawled forward, using the Signal Detector to locate the two trap bombs and disarm them. Arrando's hand clenched tightly, and the blood moon crawled forward like a cold-blooded creature that could only touch the ground with its belly.

If Arlando was now crawling in the icy cold of the night with boiling blood, Char. Aznab propped himself up from the warmth of the woman's flesh--- he looked at the clock on the wall for the third time, and looked at the time on the wall, but he still couldn't soothe his beating heart, so he got up in his pajamas and poured himself a glass of wine.

[But, my dad is a hero! 】

[That's why he died, Casper, you have to remember that the greater a person's heroic exploits in war, the closer his final destination is to the cemetery, because the ultimate sacrifice is life]

When I was a child, I was on the run, Kimba. The words that LaRue said to him would be in his ears again across time and space, and Char raised the wine glass in his hand in the direction of the spaceport:

"In this matter, teacher, you are really wrong...

[However, no matter whether our people win or lose, there will always be a part of the people who will win in the end, and that is why the war is endless, because there will be a part of the people who will win, which is why nuclear war has not been fought in the old times, but if... 】

"But if, if there is a war that no one will win... Char muttered into the distance, then raised his glass and drank it all, "Have a good trip, my student, my heir... ”

In the distance, Arlando, who had already touched the interior of the spaceport under the inner and outer forces of a team of SCRUs, suddenly trembled all over--- just now, a thought stuck into his mind like a knife, an illusion like an ability he thought he had lost.

But the hallucinations didn't last long before he was awakened by the sound of a rubber stick hitting the door, and he looked up to see a female patrol officer who had been put under anesthetic, standing there with a pistol held high with a look of surprise.

What the? What happened? Arlando felt his head dizzy.

"Dereliction of duty, equipped with weak injections, but I didn't expect that there is a guy here who has received the genetic adjustment of the empire." Just pierced Clarissa with a silencer cannon. One of Chen's heart and lungs SCRU team members shook his head.

Zeon's female patrol leader knelt down like a mountain, but before her upper body could fall to the ground, Arlando rushed to catch her.

At the same time, he pressed Clarissa's hand, which was still desperately trying to raise the warning shot.

"You... How can you ... When the female warrior in his arms finally stopped convulsing, Arlando lifted his visor, which was contaminated by the dying blood spurted by the female patrol leader, and turned his head to stare at the SCRU fighter who was shooting.

"Because these guys must be soldiers who are loyal to you, and on the premise that the anesthetic needle does not work, they must ensure that you leave safely, and the most direct judgment is to shoot." The Blood Moon put a stop to Arrando's problem with his hand.

"Die-faithful ... My warrior?! Arlando suddenly felt a surge of anger in his heart, how many people would have to be sacrificed for this plan, and how many people would have to be forced to leave their homes for their own escape.

But before he could finish his thoughts, Blood Moon interrupted them:

"Stop your thoughts, these people are far more than you think。。。。。。 In a sense, these people are dead ... ”

"Dead?!"

"They implanted the nanobots derived from the sensing frame into their bodies, and received a large number of mental hints, their original self-consciousness was gone, they surrendered their own personality, eliminated their self-consciousness, and let the psychotechnologist fill their brains with [help Arlando anyway]. Bakina accomplishes his goal ... ”

"Why do you want to do this... Arlando put down the corpse of the lady officer and stood up, looking at the soldiers who did not waver in their eyes.

"Because they're the ones who have been exposed to the truth and don't want that world that makes them sick, that disgusting world that wants to rule everything because they don't trust anyone, they don't trust the next generation...

Hearing Blood Moon's words, Arlando's eyes flickered a few times, and he looked at Blood Moon, who was saluting the lonely military salute of the corpse of the lady officer, and finally threw out a short sentence:

"Aboard!"

The realm she reached, the happiness she had to believe in with her life--- not just for the benefit of her own national organization, not just busy guarding her small identity, but going...

All this, it's really time to take it and then execute it, and you can't lose to the real emotions --- fears that keep pouring out of your body.

Arlando strode into the hatch of the Mse-class battleship.

"Wake up, Nanayi, hurry up and get dressed and washed, we have a busy day." Hearing the sound of Suo Suo behind him, Char didn't reply.

Soon, Char's ears heard the sirens from the harbor, and he let out the smile that the plan was going smoothly and pushed the window open.

A fresh breeze blew in.

"Ha, now you forgive me... Char whispered to the invisible being that flowed into his room with the wind.