Nothing! ”

"yes, I've searched back and forth, but I haven't found anything."

Several patrol soldiers gathered next to the [Holy Sword] 18 mecha and exchanged each other

Since that strange gunshot, this patrol team, which is less than twenty meters away from the fat man, has been searching here for nearly half an hour.

However, even if they turned over the mountain, they did not find the slightest clue. It was as if it hadn't been fired by a human at all. It just appears out of thin air and disappears out of thin air. If not everyone heard it, the soldiers would even suspect that they were having auditory hallucinations.

A soldier anxiously grabbed the gun in the hand of the soldier who was suspected of misfire, looked at it over and over, and cursed in his mouth: "If you want me to say, it's your gun's problem." ”

The suspect soldier stiffened his neck, his forehead was bruised, and he said angrily: "What do you mean? The base has sent people up to search, there are snipers here! Are you confused or are you deliberately uncomfortable? ”

The soldier from before sneered and said, "Who knows where your shot went!" ”

"Shut up!" One of the leading sergeants kicked the previous soldier in a somersault and said in a fierce voice, "You pig brains!" I don't know if you say this will kill you? He quickly looked left and right, and shouted in a low voice: "From now on, no one is allowed to mention the matter of that gunshot!" ”

Several soldiers looked at each other and fell silent.

More than twenty minutes ago, as soon as the alarm sounded at the base under the mountain, they received an order to search for snipers.

A sniper can make the whole base so chaotic and so fanfare. I think about it with my ass and know that something big must have happened. And then, in the regional communication channel, the partners in the base. The faintly revealed news made them feel like they were struck by lightning - Stephen was assassinated. Life and death are uncertain!

Everyone present understands. The whole thing has a lot to do with that gunshot. And this one shot rang out. But dragged the entire patrol to the edge of the abyss.

In Gachalin's hierarchical army. A company commander can decide the life and death of lower-level soldiers, and the gunshot is known. One can imagine how serious the consequences will be. If a sniper shoots Stephen right under the nose of a patrol, the patrol in charge of guarding the area is negligent in its duties. is pressed up layer by layer, and if you don't die, you have to peel off the skin.

What's even more chilling is that if that shot really misses the fire and hits Stephen in a 1 in 10 million coincidence, the entire patrol will probably have to die! Although the possibility of a misfire hitting Stephen is almost ridiculous, it is not possible to catch a sniper. No matter how ridiculous the reason is, it will become the final report to the superiors who catch the scapegoat!

So, in any case, it's better for this matter to rot in the heart. Whether it's a sniper or a misshoot. This responsibility is not something that this patrol team can bear!

The mountain breeze blew, and several patrol soldiers found that their vests were a little cold.

Other hills in the distance. Groups of soldiers dressed in Gacharin's four-color combat uniforms, lined up in a long snake-like formation, moved slowly on the hillside. Time passed minute by minute, and several key mountains were searched. No suspicious person's whereabouts have been found. The infantry was still combing through the jungle again and again, and the mechs had shifted their search farther away.

In the communication channel, the mood of the officers became more and more impatient. They urged, shouted and cursed, and never stopped. Two reinforced infantry regiments with ten battalions, including the regimental guard company. Communication Link. All the people in the logistics transport company and the regimental headquarters who can stand and walk. All were sent out!

More than 7,000 people on the small mountains around the Clijsters Army Base carried out a dragnet search. The unit density has reached the point of waste.

The patrol members, who had already reached a tacit understanding with each other, scattered a new round of search in the chaotic scolding and urging in the regional communication channel, centered on the only [Holy Sword] 18 mecha.

The lead sergeant was in charge of the east side. He walked down the hillside, splitting the thorns with the military dagger in his hand, and slowly walked deeper into the mountainside. The slippery mud under his feet allowed him to focus most of his attention on keeping his body balanced. And the dense thorn bushes overgrown with barbs annoyed him.

After walking patiently for another twenty meters, a small piece of flat ground covered with thick dark yellow leaves appeared in front of the sergeant's eyes. He carefully walked down the slippery mud slope for two steps, and while breathing a sigh of relief, he kicked with his right foot and strode with his left foot to the flat ground.

Just listen to "Plop!" There was a muffled sound, completely unaware that the corporal was covered with mud under the fallen leaves, and half of his body was already sunk into the mud. This accident made him embarrassed for a while. He struggled, cursing loudly in his mouth as he turned and climbed up.

The scrambled sergeant didn't know that all of this had been filmed by satellite and transmitted in real time to the Skynet screen of the central console of a command mecha more than a thousand kilometers away.

Watch the sergeant step into the mud, everyone in front of Skynet

At this moment, his heartbeat suddenly increased countless times. This small piece is where Tian Xingjian hides. The position where the sergeant stepped down was only one meter from the fat man's body.

"Alan!" The sergeant climbed up to the edge of the mud pond, cut a small open space with his dagger, sat down, opened the communicator on his helmet and shouted.

"What's the matter, sir." In the communicator, the voice of Sergeant Allen piloting the [Holy Sword] 18 mecha was heard.

The sergeant bowed his head and laboriously removed the energy gun from his body and set it aside. Looking at my clothes and pants that had been turned beyond recognition by the mud, I felt extremely tired. The psychological pressure of the successive searches and the nightmarish gunshot had exhausted him. After taking a breath, he said weakly to Allen, "You come down for a while." Give me a spare set of clothes from your mech. ”

The [Holy Sword] 18 single soldier mecha roared, and soon walked over, and the huge machine knocked down a few small trees, firmly nailed to the thorny hillside. Sergeant Allen saw that the sergeant was covered in mud and couldn't help but be surprised: "How did you do this?" ”

The sergeant glanced at Allen in the transparent cockpit of the mecha, and while taking off his clothes and pants that were completely covered with mud, he said angrily: "I hit an evil today." Hurry up, bring me your clothes and put them on. ”

The engine sound was lowered, and the mech's limbs contracted to relieve the fighting state. With a soft sound of the hydraulic arm extended. The canopy opened, and Sergeant Allen, who was more than one size taller than the sergeant, jumped out. He turned around and opened the trunk of the mecha's waist, stood on tiptoe and rummaged through the clothes, and said, "I have the clothes, but will you wear them a little bigger?" ”

"Look for it, I'm about the same size as you!" With a flurry of soots, the sergeant's voice came from behind Allen.

"Almost?" Alan didn't expect the sergeant, who had always been unsmiling, to be so humorous, he grabbed the clothes he found from the trunk and turned around with a grin...... A smile froze on his face. A stout monster covered in black mud stood behind him, baring a mouthful of white teeth. Next to the monster was a sergeant with a fighting thorn nailed to his throat.

Alan rolled his eyes with difficulty, and everything that appeared in front of him was beyond his comprehension. He couldn't understand how this monster killed the sergeant in a total of only a few tenths of a second between the time the sergeant finished speaking and the time he turned around, and then grinned and posed behind him, completing such a strange static picture!

Alan didn't think any further. In the next second, his Adam's apple was shattered by the monster's lightning-fast punch.

The vigorous blood blocked Allen's mouth and nose in an instant. He could only open his eyes in agony, confused, and fell to the muddy ground in a whirlwind of heaven.

When the body touched the earth, at the last moment of death, Eren saw that the monster quickly snatched the clothes in his hands.

Several regiment commanders of the Nineteenth Division and the staff officers in the command mecha all looked at the Skynet screen in amazement. They have maintained this posture ever since the fat man silently erupted from the mud pool, and when he killed the corporal with precision with his eyes covered in mud.

If it weren't for Skynet's monitoring that reflected everything so truly and objectively, no one would have believed that the fat man's strength had reached such a terrifying point!

It's too fast, it's too fast. From the leap to the end, it was just a matter of moments. And at this moment, the fat man threw fighting spurs and punched and killed, showing incredible speed, strength, precision, and ability to seize opportunities, almost demonic.

Even Lelei's top-ranked special forces would never be able to complete these basic subjects so perfectly.

[Holy Sword] 18-person individual mecha, which belongs to the high^. model of Gacharin's standard mecha. Here, the mech stood silently, its canopy open.

After a moment of silence, everyone waved their fists or high-fived each other, and let out almost frantic cheers. After more than ten hours of waiting, there was finally a perfect ending. Everyone believes that as long as they get on the mecha, no one on this planet will be able to stop the fat man from leaving.

Only Bonnie and Nia closed their eyes just in time. Sure enough, the fat man with a smile on his face almost couldn't wait to strip himself naked again. Then standing naked, lifting Alan's uniform and turning it over and over again, looking left and right.

Looking at the elated face of this slut, everyone has an illusion, as if... This fat man risked his life just for this moment to be unscrupulously naked.

For a while, in front of Skynet, there was a dead silence.