The emergency rally order sounded at five a.m., while Aaron was still in his sleep wrestling with Oneiroi when someone kicked open the door to his room and smashed the tactical vest over.

"Quick, get up, we're leaving!"

", do you want anyone to live!" Aaron groaned, then quickly got into his gear.

"Let's go to the equipment room first, we're going to wear exoskeleton armor today!"

“OK！ Come now! ”

Aaron was woken up by an older sister whom Aaron had just met, a witcher named Kaisha, who had previously worked in the Witchers' Guild and had to owe a large amount of compensation for accidentally injuring civilians in battle, and in order to pay off this arrears, she had to become a lackey of the government (Kaisha)

After running to the equipment room, Aaron found that he was the last one, and under Wesley's angry eyes, Aaron stopped grinding.

The Night Watchman's exoskeleton armor is similar to the one in Call of Duty 9, with no power assistance, just enhanced armor defense and tactical integration, and a headset with a heads-up display to identify and highlight enemy personnel and allies.

"Looks like we're going to go all out!" Wesley also wore a poncho over his gear, and everyone else wore the same outfit.

"Yes, it's the first time I've seen so many transcendents!" Aaron nodded, the entire underground garage was brightly lit, hundreds of heavily armed secret service soldiers, and nearly thirty transcendentals, this was the full power of the Night Watch in London.

"Aaron, do you want to join us?" While Aaron was still waiting to be assigned to the special service team, Shaw shouted from afar.

"Uh, Wesley, I'll go to their squad!"

"It's okay, your mission goal has been sent, now let's go!"

"Understood!"

Aaron followed Dyxshaw into a black four-wheeled armored car, and then sat in the passenger seat, which made Dykershaw roll his eyes.

"Can you put your feet down?"

"Can't!" Although he said this, Aaron put his foot down.

As soon as the armored car drove out of the underground garage, the rain fell down.

"This weather, how good it is to sleep at home!" A special service soldier opened the shooting hole on one side, watched the rain flow in, and sighed.

"That's right, it's better to have a book, a dog, and a cup of hot tea by your bed!"

"There is also a beautiful wife, lying quietly in your arms!"

"Your men are very lively!" Aaron listened to the increasingly heated discussion and casually turned on the radio on the armored car, which was playing the song "You Won't Let Me".

"Would you like to hear this?" Dykershaw listened to two sentences and asked.

"Doesn't it sound good?"

"That's good, but I prefer something a little more fast-paced!"

Dykershaw's team was guarding King's Road, one of the four junctions leading to St. Paul's Cathedral, where Aaron's Alpha team had already set up a checkpoint when a patrol of Scotland Yard police had set up a checkpoint.

"Sir!" Aaron and Dykershaw jumped out of the car, and then Aaron pulled out his ID and handed it to a police officer who walked by.

"How many of you have here?"

"Twenty uniformed policemen, ten armed policemen, and a CO19 squad on the rooftop!"

"Let the captain of the SWAT team come over, and now you are under my command here!"

"Yes, sir!" The Night Watchman, as an independent department under the name of Scotland Yard, has a certain priority over the other departments of Scotland Yard, although the documents look the same, but the stamps inside can be completely different.

"You're going to take over the command?" A SWAT officer, still with a toothpick in his mouth, swaggered down the stairs and tilted his head to look at Aaron.

"Click!" Aaron didn't answer, but first took a picture of him tilting his head and holding a toothpick, and then said: "Rush to your superiors, eat during your shift, and I'll have a good chat with your commander when I'm done!" ”

"Hey, boy, you were still nursing in your mother's arms when I was fighting with the prisoner!" The officer spat out the toothpick, clenched his fist, and glared at Aaron.

"Respect is mutual, officer, you've been doing it for decades, don't you know when you see your superiors saluting?"

"Sir!" After reluctantly saluting Aaron, Aaron deleted the image and returned the salute.

"This is my ID!"

"Uh, I'm sorry, I thought you were so young, and I thought you were here to gild!" Seeing the night watchman logo on Aaron's ID, the SWAT officer immediately blushed and hurriedly apologized.

"Officer, can I take over command now?"

"Of course, sir!"

"How many sniper points did your team set up?"

"Everywhere, there are two snipers at each sniper point, and they are all good at shooting!"

"Dick, your squad is here, and there are two more sniper points there, I want you to get this road completely stuck! Do you understand? ”

"Leave it to me!"

"As for you, Officer Owen, I want you to stay upstairs and show me all the people passing by on this street!"

"Understood!"

The rain became heavier and heavier, but Aaron and the others stationed here did not dare to relax in the slightest, the explosion was still vivid, and Aaron did not want to be bombed into the sky again.

By noon, another motorcade spraying the Metropolitan Police Department had pulled up, and a dozen or so policemen with sloppy faces had disembarked from the car.

"Who's in charge of this?" As soon as the policeman got out of the car, he was very arrogant, and the policemen behind him also dispersed in their own ways.

"Which department are you?" Aaron glanced at the leader and immediately opened the buckle of the gun at his waist, Aaron didn't remember that the British policeman would have such a big beard.

"Sniper, listen to my orders and get ready to fire!"

"Aren't they their own?" Dykershaw quietly screwed the weapon with a suppressor.

"That's why I'm going to make sure!"

"Hey, who's your commander?" The bearded man was still chattering there, and Aaron stepped forward, "I am!" ”

"You're the commander? Why didn't you come out for so long? The bearded man stepped forward and slapped Aaron.

"Ahh Aaron grabbed the bearded arm, kicked him in the knee, and then directly twisted the bearded arm.

"I'm going to kill you!" The beard's sore nose and tears flowed down his eyes, and his men drew their weapons.

"Let him go!"