In the deep chaos of confusion, an unusual faint light suddenly appeared.

Mosilaire opened his eyes in a daze, and saw many familiar and unfamiliar faces.

They were clearly dead, but now they were sitting in front of her—paradoxical, wasn't it?

She opened her mouth, but she couldn't make any sound.

It's just a memory retrospection, the most ethereal and real illusion in the world.

She couldn't change anything.

She couldn't touch anything.

Therefore, the surging tide of heart was extinguished in an instant, and the gloom subsided.

The orbit of fate has long been nailed, and she is just an outsider in prison, tormented by repeated memories.

Vain struggles only add to unnecessary suffering.

She comforted herself so gently, but was such shallow comfort really useful?

"I thought you were going to sleep until you retired." A man sitting next to her laughed and bumped her elbow into her, a strong tobacco smell coming out of his mouth.

But Mosilaire still can't control her body – it's just a holographic movie made from her memories – and she's the most ridiculous and peculiar of outsiders.

"I'm just a little sleepy, 'Doctor.'" The old - now Mosilaire yawned, as if a simple nap had not made her feel satisfied.

"Sleeping too much will affect your mental state, Miss Mosilaire. It's best to focus on tasks when you're doing them. The doctor pulled out two small metal cylinder-shaped jars from the storage tank of the medical specialized armor and threw them into her arms: "One general standard epinephrine, one toxin neutralizer, everyone received it when you went to sleep just now." ”

"Thank you." Mosilaire reached out and smoked the half-lit cigarette from the 'doctor's mouth': "There is no air in the cabin, Mr. 'Doctor', according to the rules you are not allowed to smoke." ”

He shrugged his shoulders and immediately pulled another cigarette out of his bosom and put it in his mouth, but instead of lighting it, he lowered his head and wiped it from the medical gun with a dirty cloth.

"Mosilaire, you were drooling from your sleep just now!"

"Haha, I also saw it, our little princess slept soundly?"

The dimly lit cabin of the Gluttony was filled with merry laughter.

"Shut up!" She didn't really want to deal with these guys, she just flipped through the two canisters she had just received.

The two metal cartridges, one for the adrenaline and the other for the toxin neutralizer, look the same, but the code of the medical product is engraved on the bottom of one of the ends.

It wasn't until it was confirmed that the code was correct and that the seal of the loading tank was well preserved that Mosilaire was completely relieved.

"Whoa—whoa—"

Two old loading canisters bounce out of the subcostal portion of the Scout's armor, and Mosilere reaches out to pull them out, then embeds the new loading canisters.

The old used loading canisters were meant to be destroyed, so she flattened them and threw them all into the recycling aisle next to her seat.

She used to be a cautious person – and she still does.

"We're almost at the mission location, so you'd better put my helmet on quickly." Mosilaire buckled his head armor with his right hand, and the muffled voice immediately quieted the members of the team - the leader of the EMI and anti-EMI tactical support team was a person who didn't like to talk much, so most of the time the trivial chores in the team were handled by her, the vice captain.

"The detailed mission log and objectives will be sent to you by the captain later, and the 'doctor' and I are tasked with ensuring the safety and coordination of you fools." She turned on the team's communication channels, and the anti-EMI-coated Scout armor glowed smoothly and coldly in the dim light of the cabin.

Mosilaire stood up and looked around at the remaining seven members of the team except for her and the captain, and spoke slowly, "This is the first time that our group has directly participated in a large-scale mission at the squadron level, and I don't mind your usual laziness and offense, but at least this operation has cheered me up, don't let the tactical support team be embarrassed, understand?" ”

"Got it!"

Mosilaire, a young girl, is usually very gentle and lovely, but the moment of battle suddenly becomes the harshest winter in the world.

No one wanted to find some inexplicable unhappiness for themselves, so at least verbally, they all agreed very quickly and firmly.

"Good."

Mosilaire nodded, and sat back.

The Gluttony on which the Tactical Support Group flew was a very old intraplanetary transport plane that seemed to be in danger of disintegrating in the bumps.

Mosilaire didn't speak again, just kept adjusting his light armor, as if waiting for something.

After about five minutes, the captain, who had been silent, finally spoke.

"The mission objective has been sent to your terminal." He was a middle-aged man of about thirty or forty years old, and his voice was very low.

"This mission is more important and dangerous than you think." The captain's tall body swayed with the bumpy transport plane, and the precision armor parts at the joints made a pleasant crisp sound due to the collision, "Your tricks are all bright spots for Lao Tzu, don't burp me underneath." Lao Tzu will not collect your corpses. ”

His helmet was faint in the shadows of the large group, and only the loudspeaker inside the big guy's helmet was still making his hoarse voice. After he finished speaking, he didn't say anything, just held a half-used charged rifle, glanced at his vice-captain, and lowered his head without knowing what to think.

It was the first time in Mosilaire's memory that she had seen the captain say so much, and it was mixed with a little unusual emotion that she had finally noticed this time.

She really didn't know why the captain was acting so unusually this time, and even temporarily changed her code name from "Pixiu" to "❚❚" before leaving for the mission - but Mosilele knew she would soon find out.

Knowing where a story is going isn't always a good thing, especially when you know that there's a tragic core wrapped beneath its eye-catching ornate packaging.

For Mosilaire, who is going through a memory regression, this is probably just a cruel torture.

"Drip ——!"

A rapid beep suddenly filled the spacious cabin, and some red lights began to flicker to the point of anxiety.

"Arrived around your destination!" Mosilaire quickly stood up and slapped the button to open the cabin, and nodded to the captain, "The team's internal communication channel has been opened!" Weapon activation codes have been issued! Get into the fight! ”

"All the staff immediately turn on the follow mode and prepare to land!" Emerging from the shadows, he stepped over the high-altitude wind that poured into the hatch and threw himself into the thick embrace of the night.

And in the bitter wind, Mosilaire also jumped off the ancient transport plane with the last member of the team.

It was her first time on Europa 7 — no, the second time.

This terrestrial planet has no moons, so don't expect to see any moonlight here. Mosilaire, who was rapidly falling, glanced back, and the transport plane behind him had shrunk into a blurred black mass in just a few seconds, melting into a huge shadow that could not be discerned by electronic probes.

Mosilaire certainly knew what these were. They are transport fleets, transport fleets that stand silently in the air.

She withdrew her gaze and swooped down into the clouds following the fireworks of the armorjet engine in front of her. The silk cloth-like clouds are soft and ethereal, and after shuttling, the night view of the city suddenly opens up.

Underneath them was the capital of Europa 7, with a population of about 12 million people living in the core area, which was a remarkable number for a new colony. Towering megastructures abound here, proclaiming the prosperity and power of the place to the occasional visitor at night with the highest pride. Functional buildings, large and small, are densely packed around the landmarks, so that every piece of pristine land is covered in high-strength cement and human ingenuity.

Such a night view of the city should be pleasing to the eye at any time of the day – but Mosilaire still felt a little uncomfortable and strange under the colorful laser lights that filled the city.

She turned on the external pickup of the armor, and all she could hear was the sound of the wind whistling by.

So Mosilaire looked around, but was surprised to find that there was nothing in the starry sky that could show life and vitality except for a few sets of faint blue lights that symbolized the other cooperative battle groups.

This is an interstellar city ruled by the Empire, and there should be a large, never-ending interstellar port, even if the level of civilization here is not as good as the shining world of the central star field, but it should be bustling with people and traffic at this time—but it is now as quiet as if it were dead, and there is only an ominous silence over it.

These were all signs of disaster, but she didn't know it yet.

"Captain, are you there?" Mosilaire didn't believe that she was the only one who noticed the abnormality underneath, so she hesitated and called out on the team's internal channel.

"What's wrong?" His voice was like a bottomless puddle of water, calm enough to make people suspicious.

"Isn't it a little too quiet down here? I've just tried to search for nearby wireless signals, and I can barely find anything other than the squadron's communication channel - it's unusual. ”

"Isn't that what our group is doing?" The captain became a little impatient, "Investigate and restore Europa 7's communication anomaly, the mission objective is clearly written. Alright, get ready to land. ”

The goal of the "......" mission was indeed written like this, but it could not dispel the doubts that rose in her heart at all. But she is also a soldier, and it is her duty to carry out the orders of her superiors.

The rappelling went smoothly, no one was stuck headlong in the rows of buildings, and none of the guys' buffers suddenly failed and ended up in a puddle of meat on the ground - which was probably a good sign.

Mosilaire's figure left only a quiet light among the tall buildings, and with the ignition of the buffer pulse engine, she also stepped steadily on the land of this planet in the process of deceleration.

Because of the dynamic route planning, the rappelling was about two or three blocks away from several members of the group in a residential area. This distance is not too far, it is within the acceptable margin of error, and it can be walked in a few minutes by swaying and rubbing.

Mosilaire exchanged coordinates with the members of the team, and finally decided to meet at a video store about two hundred meters away from her.

The filtered gas that supplied the breath had a strange smell that she didn't like, but she forced herself to take a deep breath and remove the charged rifle that was attached to the side of her armor.

The EMI and Counter-EMI Tactical Support Team is not good at frontal combat, but it can still use its self-defense weapons to blow up enemies in her way if necessary - even if she doesn't know who the "enemy" of the mission is.

This mission was unusual, as could easily be seen in the Command's cover-up of the details of the mission - but she was only the vice-leader of a tactical support team, so what could she do?

Mosilaire glanced up at the faint blue pulse flames that were still streaking across the sky, and then scrambled to the group's assembly point with the activated R6 charged rifle on his chest.

I don't know if it was because the local residents had done a good job of avoiding military operations before the operation began, and there was not a single passer-by in sight on the newly paved spacious road that had only been paved for a few years, but there were some highly polluting fuel vehicles scrawled away, and their doors were all wide open, and several of them even had a serious collision accident, and they were curling in the middle of the road with billowing black smoke.

Mosilair frowned, and stopped to inspect a few badly damaged cars, only to see some fresh blood inside.

Maybe the injured were all rescued - this is the most reasonable and reassuring explanation for the current situation.

It's late at night on Europa 7, and most of the residential buildings around it have turned off their lights, leaving the street lights wandering alone in the silence of the night.

Command's orders were quickly sent to her terminal, and they were the same as the Captain's previous mission, except that the group was required to immediately go to the main control tower in the city center.

"Boom ————!"

The high-strength concrete pavement beneath her feet suddenly began to tremble, and the cacophony of car sirens surrounded Mosilaire and echoed in the hot summer air!

A sudden, violent explosion occurred just a few blocks away from her, and the rising orange-red fire lit up half of the sky in an instant, completely tearing apart the false calm of the night!

"Ahh Suddenly, all that was left of the team's communication channel was an irregular cacophony of noise, and no matter how much Mosilaire shouted, there was no response!

This could not have been affected by any kind of electromagnetic interference, and the armor of the electromagnetic interference and anti-electromagnetic interference tactical support group was specialized to combat electromagnetic interference!

The thunderous explosion seemed to start the battle, and the explosions were mixed with the sharp fire of a large number of Gauss rifles, and at once the whole city fell into a kind of madness!

"!"

With a loud curse, Mosilaire activated the armor's noise filtering system and active observation system for the enemy, and then ran briskly towards the rendezvous point—she wasn't too far away from them—at least judging by how the coordinates were compared to the electronic map.

Perhaps the brutal blasting had blown up the city's power supply, and the streetlights that had previously stood alone on both sides of the street were now silent, except for the occasional fire, and the faint grinding of armor parts seemed to be left in the dead darkness with the sound of Mosilaire's heavy panting.

"Hiss ——!"

A series of Gauss rifle fire suddenly screeched in front of her, and from the direction it appeared to be right near the group's makeshift assembly point—she tightened her heart for no reason, gritted her teeth, and turned on the two booster engines on her back.

"Buzz ——!!!"

The ignited engine spewed out more than a foot of blazing fireworks, and the powerful power born from within allowed her to temporarily lift off the ground and turn into a dazzling arrow that slashed through the gloomy chaos!

"Abnormal biological signal detected."

A set of red warnings popped up in the lower right corner of the holographic screen when she was only twenty or thirty meters away from the meeting point, and no matter how peaceful and gentle the synthesized female voice sounded inside the helmet, it could not reduce the chill that rose from Mosilaire's heart.

Before Mosilaire could react, she had been unfortunate enough to turn the corner in her maneuvering state.

Not far in front of her stood a large number of people, densely packed with the entire street—but most of them were crooked in the infrared imaging, and their slow steps revealed ominous heaviness and strangeness.

"Zizi Zi ——————!!!"

At this moment, a red flare swayed in the distance with a screeching sound, lighting up the entire dim and gloomy Huacheng Street.