Two and a half months, 77 days later.

On the north-western boundary of the Union.

Osprey transport aircraft.

Squad of 4: Sentinel and Assault Sam? Fisher, Sniper Layla? Walter, strong attacker Shingen Okita, auxiliary officer Angela? Zeigler.

"So you're still fond of your little toy gun?" The two-meter-tall Okita Shingen held his GTX-119 heavy machine gun in his arms as thick as Fisher's thighs, the barrel of which grazed against his heavy cuirass and made a sound similar to that of a fingernail scraping through a blackboard as the plane jolted.

But it doesn't matter, no one feels stumbling, because everyone is wearing headphones, and the cabin noise makes direct communication impossible.

"He'll be able to make little toy guns? Right? 'Little boy'? Ringla, who was sitting across from her, interjected from the headset, and Fisher looked over and glanced at him defiantly.

It seems that she is still haunted by her own comments when she first met, what a little girl.

Fisher touched his nose, pushed his arm against Shingen, and smiled, "Because I a lot like this." ”

The two men laughed shamelessly.

Layla glared at Fisher angrily.

Angela gave Fisher a strange look, got up, grabbed the one attached to the interior wall of the cabin with one hand, and smacked Fisher on the head with the other.

Xin Xuan smiled narrowly, and pushed Fisher with an inverted turn: "Actually, wouldn't it be better for her to use a folding fan?" ”

Fisher replied, "The temperament is not suitable", rubbing the head that was knocked by Angela, his gaze drifting.

I a lot.

Inadvertently, Fisher was reminded of a scene sixteen months ago, when it was also a four-man squad, the same configuration. However, now they are all dead and scattered, and now they only know that "Glasses Man" Chris and "Yellow Man" Bell are still alive, but they are missing.

Settling in the Special Administration, yes, that's exactly what the Special Civil Administration is called, at least quite bluffing, after settling in the single dormitory of the Special Administration, Fisher woke up from his dreams countless times and burst into tears. The "old man" Renault engulfed in flames? Derek, and the soft, helpless smile in his eyes.

At the same time, he also observes Angela through a second vision. Now he can't fully trust Angela either, or he already believes in Angela deep down. Angela took Layla into her arms and stroked Layla's long hair as if she wanted to touch the top of the kitten's head. And Layla, who used to give up on me in the sky, was also quietly rubbing against Angela's chest like a kitten.

"Ready to be airborne in 60 seconds." The pilot made an internal call to several people in the cabin, and at the same time the red light at the door was on. Fisher also recovered from his memory.

Several people stood up and finally checked their attire. Fisher pulled out the magazine of the PPM-90 that was attached to the integrated combat soft armor in front of him and inserted it back in. Then fasten the thin strap with the spare pistol and high-frequency dagger inserted, pull the bolt of the PPM one last time, load it, and then make sure that the safety is in a safe position to prevent accidental contact and misfire when landing.

He took a deep breath, put on his tactical goggles, and pressed his fingers at the wall of the machine slightly.

"I make a checklist, and I have 30 seconds to get to the target area, and I'm ready." The inside words rang out.

"Hah!" Xin Xuan's face was incredulous, and several people looked at each other. Fisher began kicking the cabin door.

"I'm going to fly over, do your sister's checklist. If you have the ability to make a checklist, then if you have the ability, you will open the door! ”

"Snake spirit disease!"

"I'm going to give him a ......"

The door suddenly opened, and Fisher, who was kicking the door, fell straight out.

"I'm fucking your uncle!" The last phrase Fisher heard from the driver was "Good luck everybody".

Altitude 3,900 meters, 12,800 feet, low opening.

I have to say that in terms of landing effect, Fisher's landing is the lowest, because he does not have the "Valkyrie" power armor of Angela as an auxiliary officer, nor the hook lock of Layla with a small deceleration parachute, and the thrust reverser of Shingen's heavy turret armor.

The means of landing he used, because of the low opening, was limited to ...... "jelly".

"Jelly" is the nickname given by the soldiers to the "Rocky III Individual Landing Device", mainly based on the shape. When the "jelly" is deployed at 50 feet above the ground, a gelatinous substance about 1.4 meters thick will be quickly wrapped around the airborne soldiers, and the descent momentum and kinetic energy will be rapidly reduced at the moment of grounding, so as to achieve the purpose of airborne.

The disadvantage is that it may smash a hole, it may not get out of the "jelly", and it may need to be deployed in advance in the face of complex terrain.

I heard that "Loki IV" will shoot a "jelly" on the ground in advance during the descent, and then work with the "jelly" on the soldier's body to slow down. At least not a single hole will be smashed. Presumably.

Anyway, when Fisher crawled out of the pit, part of the jelly on his body had not yet been peeled, and he spat out a mouthful of jelly, and he had infinite resentment towards the logistics staff in his heart, of course, not only for the jelly itself......

"Sister Doctor is here!" Angela's cheerful voice came from the headphones, and as soon as Fisher turned around, he was hit by Angela, who landed on the gliding photon wing that was leaning on the "Valkyrie" power armor.

"Angie, you really can't bump me all the time......" Fisher looked at Angela riding on top of him, and his head ached. Since the beginning of the simulation, Angela's landing zone has always been limited to Fisher. Even if he forced his way into the building to land, Angela was able to fly in from between the buildings with a glider and crash into him.

"Safe landing!" Angela raised her hands to the sky.

Fisher patted her thighs that were still riding on her, such a benefit, she had seen it too many times recently, and she was somewhat immune. "You're always like this, how do I build a line of defense. In case we fall into the enemy-occupied area, we will be directly beaten into a hornet's nest! ”

"It's okay, it's okay~" Angela waved her hand with a big grin, suddenly covered her mouth with one hand, and pointed to the pit where Fisher landed with the other, "Wow! The pink 'jelly' you used! What a girl! Gratuities! Then he crossed his fingers with his hands and hugged them to his chest, and looked at Fisher with a smile.

"I didn't choose this, and besides, you go down for me!"

"It's so heartless!"

"Go down!!"

Layla's voice came from the headphones, "It's okay, Sister Anji, you go on, I've already scanned it, it's safe for the time being." As soon as Fisher looked up, Layla was half-crouched on the trunk of a tree, her tight combat suit propping up her round and plump ****, and setting up her love gun—a red and black Gauss rifle—to establish an observation position. It's really girly, small! Fee! Fee! ”

You did it on purpose! You must have done it on purpose!

The small parachute that Layla disarmed landed right on Fisher's "landing pit", covering the pile of pink jelly.

"Ahh While Shingen could theoretically land by using jelly, the weight of the turret armor itself might make his pit so deep that it would be difficult to climb out.

At this moment, Fisher burst into tears, this is the landing of a man, okay! How stable, how mighty!

Shingen saw Angela riding on Fisher, squeezed his eyes at Fisher, and under the imaging effect of the battle eyepiece, he looked particularly obscene, and he gave Fisher a thumbs up.

Fisher rolled his eyes and gave Layla a thumbs up, how could it be such a coincidence, parachuting to cover the landing crater.

Layla ignored him and gave Angela a thumbs up.

Angela stood up and patted the dust that didn't exist on her body, and the clouds were light and breezy.

Fisher was finally able to stand up, he pulled his weapon, opened the safety, and put his finger on the trigger guard.

Angela pulls out her pistol, her primary weapon is a secondary type device, a medical gun that fires a variety of special rounds, including adrenaline, tranquilizers, etc., and even electric shock bullets that can be used remotely for heart de-reversion, although it is not usually used. In addition, there are some inexplicable special bullets of red potions and special bombs of red potions and special bombs of red potions.

For a while, whenever Fisher took a red potion, he couldn't help but think of the old man who smoked like a sheep's madness.

Angela's cold voice came: "The target area is 7 kilometers from here, the direction is 330, the armed forces are unknown, the intensity is unknown, move forward carefully." "This is Angela's performance when she enters mission mode, a calm, wise front-line commander. It also said that for a period of time, there will be no more benefits.

Fisher exhaled a cloudy breath and walked to the front of the group. As a sentinel and assaulter, he naturally assumed the duties of a striker. Layla on her head silently walked through the woods, providing cover for Fisher.