Mysterious journey

"War College? Is it the college in Bailu District?" Garen looked at the second-level man.

He has a very kind and honest face, slightly dark skin, and looks very calm, but there is a hint of hidden cunning in his small eyes.

"Sir, my name is Alexander!"

"No matter what your name was before, now it will be renumbered. It will be named after an animal. Each person will have a number, which will be assigned automatically." Garen put up his watch, pressed it lightly, and with a swishing sound, the fifteen team members and His own number was quickly assigned.

After a few seconds, the numbers are determined and transmitted separately.

The animal prefix is ​​lion, the team is called the pride, Galleon is the lion number one, and the rest are automatically ranked behind according to their strength, until the sixteenth number.

Looking at the row of soldiers standing in front of him, Garen has never really joined the army, and he is not very sure how to arrange it, but as long as it achieves the goal, the focus of the mission is to complete patrols and possible pursuits. The area has been fixed. This area, surrounding It's all their responsibility.

"Listen, in downtown areas and places with a lot of traffic, you are not allowed to rush into people at high speeds and accidentally injure people. Everyone has a magnetized rope. When you encounter an enemy, throw it out and lock the opponent to wait for rescue. Try to avoid injuring ordinary people!" Galen began to explain the affairs according to the first principle. Although these people in front of him knew it, he still had to emphasize it as an obligation. Once innocent people were harmed, even if it was not his actions, as a member of his team, he would have to bear certain responsibilities.

People are not allowed to be hurt, buildings are not destroyed without reason, and they are not allowed to leave the patrol area without permission. They must report before leaving the team and be ready to set off the team positioning alarm at the first opportunity.

It took more than ten minutes for the rules to be explained one by one.

"Now each person is assigned a fixed area and can report any situation at any time!"

Garen assigned the areas assigned on the map to all fifteen team members one by one. Except for himself, who was patrolling, the rest of them stayed within a certain range of the area and sent out communications every once in a while to indicate that there was no problem. .

On the playground, after allocating areas, fifteen mechas took off into the air and flew in all directions.

Garen stood on the playground, pulled out a single sword with one hand, and waved it casually.

"Although it's not very smooth, the materials are pretty good."

This is his first mission. If he completes it successfully, his cooperation with the military will gradually increase in the future, and he may even get a position and salary in the military before graduating. This is also the military's method of winning over blacklisted students. one.

Although the military department and the academy have a subordinate relationship, in fact the military department has always been directly under another boss. This boss represents a large number of elites who once separated from the academic camp. Although the high-end strength is not as good as colleges, but the number far exceeds them, which has also led to the military's great desire for high-end talents.

"Students who practice Eagle Claws are somewhat affected by the training method and become combative and aggressive. This is consistent with the style of the military, so both parties are unanimously good partners. If this mission is Other clubs outside of the Eagle's Nest may not be able to get such patrol missions."

Garen understood. He put away his sword and checked the communicator. The team members were all about to arrive at their patrol locations.

All he has to do is wait for the team members to report the situation at any time and change the patrol area after a while.

After resting on the playground for more than ten minutes, Garen piloted the mecha into the air and flew towards the area patrolled by the first team member, No. 2.

Walking through the streets below, the crowds are bustling. Occasionally, you can see micro-mecha policemen in the form of white spiders. These people operate micro-mechas and are responsible for public security issues. A Taiwanese white spider, more than three meters high, is constantly on the street. The mecha patrol lane on the edge moved slowly.

Toward the center are two sidewalks, sparsely populated with office workers and vegetable vendors, with occasionally some elementary school students and junior high school students mixed in. Towards the middle, in the center of the road, are various traffic flows, small carts, and electric bicycles. Motorcycles and bicycles are the most common, followed by single-person scooters used by office workers.

The constant sound of horns, students shouting and laughing, the sound of bicycle bells, the sound of motorcycle engines, and the quarrels of vendors all form the daily life scene of this street.

From time to time, students cast envious and yearning glances at the mechas flying past. And as long as the people walking on the street see the patrol mechas on the roadside, their eyes can show a strong sense of security.

The black mecha piloted by Garen flew slowly in front of the building on the right side of the street. The silent engine would not make any noise unless it was at maximum power.

The black humanoid mecha sprayed blue flames from its back and slowly moved forward along the street.

Below was a motley flow of people and traffic. Soon, the black mecha holding a knife handle appeared in Garon's field of vision. On a special load-bearing landing platform on the edge of the street, the second team member Alexander, second only to Garen, The strong players were assigned to such a complex area with the largest flow of people.

Seeing Galen approaching, Alexander gave him a sharp salute, forming a palm knife with his right hand and placing it diagonally on his left shoulder, briefly and forcefully.

"Sir!"

"Well, the mecha maintains sub-top security at all times. You can relax a little and don't be too nervous. Our department has to be on guard all day long."

Gallon reminded.

"Understood." Alexander smiled, "Sir, someone just sent me oil and water, I don't know."

"Oil and water?" Garen was stunned and immediately realized that as a patrol team, it was usually not their turn to take action. The mecha spiders from the guard team would deal with it, but nominally they were higher than the guard team level. If they found a It is also very easy to make things difficult for the security team from the beginning.

"Did someone from the security team send it?"

"They are the local gangsters here. Unlike us who come here occasionally, they are here every day." Alexander replied with a smile. "There is a nice club and massage city down there. Sir, would you like it?" The guy laughed lewdly.

"this."

"I heard there is a very good-looking man."

Gallon was originally a little tempted to go for a massage with hot water to relax his body, but when he heard this, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

"Go on your own, I'll continue patrolling. Just be careful not to be too presumptuous."

Anyway, the chance of encountering terrorists in the city is too small. Those who can carry out tasks in the city are either strong or have good backgrounds. After all, patrolling in the downtown area is a lucrative job. He didn't bother to offend these people.

He controlled the mecha to leave the downtown area. In front of him was a clear river that was as curved as a ribbon, with several large and small white ships swimming on the sparkling river.

In the early morning, the mecha driven by Garen slowly flew to a supporting point by the river and landed. Looking across from the river, the iconic Hanging Garden Trade City of Black Pan City stood on the opposite side.

The entire Trade City building is like a pencil tip piercing the earth. It is thousands of meters high and is entirely white. It is densely covered with neon lights and billboards of various colors. There are also promotional airships flying around the edges. Advertising leaflets will be dropped.

Compared to the excitement on the other side of the river, there was even more excitement on the other side of the Trade City. It seemed that some kind of lively celebration was being organized, and the sound of music and singing floated over from time to time.

Garen looked far away and could see the dense crowd, almost shoulder to shoulder, like black sesame seeds sprinkled on a pile, and he could only see a dark mass of human heads.

The faint morning sun fell on the river, glowing with countless pale golden phosphorescent lights.

Garen simply stopped temporarily, sat cross-legged on this circular supporting point, rested quietly, turned off the mecha's propulsion engine, and fell into complete calm.

Anyway, he had to wait for news from Xilin, and the other team members probably wouldn't want him to patrol everywhere. As long as nothing happened in this area, everything would be fine.

He reached out and pressed the button in front of him.

Swish.

Amidst the subtle sound, the cockpit of the mecha slowly lifted outward, like half an egg shell, revealing the galleons in the driver's seat inside.

He took off his helmet, stood up directly from the cockpit, and placed one arm of the control mecha on the ground. He walked down the arm and stood at the edge of the weighing platform, enjoying the cool river breeze and breathing. fresh air.

Behind me, there was the faint sound of traffic on the street, the voices of passers-by, and the chatter of elementary school students and junior high school students going to school.

Garen straightened his hair, and before he knew it, his hair had reached his shoulders. His black and smooth hair was soft and shiny, with a hint of blue under the radiation of the Cold Prison Peacock Technique.

He raised his hands and saw that the skin had turned blue-white, almost translucent, smooth and flawless, and all the scars and blemishes had been transformed and eliminated.

"The Secret Martial Arts of Life is a top-notch skill for beauty." He laughed at himself, and Garen unzipped his driving suit. The black tights were gently loosened, and the collar turned into a stand-up collar blocking both sides of his neck. Revealing the outline of strong muscles underneath.

Since turning around, due to practicing the Cold Hell Peacock Skill, Nonosiwa's original slender figure has completely disappeared. Instead, he has a strong and tall physique. The upper body and back show standard inverted triangle muscles. The arms are strong and powerful. The man stood next to the weight-bearing point, with black clothes draped around him.

Perhaps it was because of Garen's soul that he seemed to have an ordinary and plain appearance, but the eyes between his hair seemed to be dimly lit, and through the hair, he gave people an intimidating and sharp feeling.

In addition, the corners of Nonosiwa's mouth were curved downward, giving people a threatening feeling that he might get angry at any time, which made it even more difficult for others to enter. Generally, a person with a weaker personality would probably not even dare to look at him when standing in front of him.

The tall body, the cold face, the slightly shining eyes, which seemed to be angry at any time, like a suppressed volcano. Although Garen himself is not such a personality.

But various signs and reasons eventually led to him looking like this now, this very fierce look.