"Zhanzheng College? Is it the college located in Egret Street? "Garon looked at the level two person.
He had a very honest face, slightly tanned skin, and looked very calm. However, there was a trace of hidden cunning in his small eyes.
"Reporting to Sir, my name is Alexander!"
"No matter what you were called before, now you will be renumbered. Using the name of an animal, everyone will have a number and it will be automatically assigned." Garon raised his watch and pressed it gently. In the sound of swishing, the 15 team members and his own numbers were quickly assigned.
A few seconds later, the numbers were set and transmitted separately.
The animal prefix was lion, and the team name was Lion's Pride. Garon was Lion No.1, and the rest were automatically ranked according to their strength until No.16.
Looking at the row of soldiers standing in front of him, Garon didn't really join the army, so he wasn't very clear about the arrangement. However, as long as the goal was achieved, it was fine. The focus of the mission was to complete the patrol and the possible pursuit. The area had been fixed. This area and the surrounding area were under their responsibility.
"Listen, in the downtown area, where there is a lot of traffic, you are not allowed to casually charge at high speed and accidentally injure the people. Everyone has a magnetic rope. If you encounter an enemy, throw it out and lock the enemy while waiting for rescue. Try to avoid injuring ordinary people! "Garon began to explain things according to the first rule. Although these people in front of him knew, as an obligation, he still had to emphasize once again. If innocent people were harmed, even if it wasn't his action, as a member under him, he would have to bear a certain amount of responsibility.
They were not allowed to injure civilians, not allowed to destroy buildings for no reason, not allowed to leave the patrol area without permission. Before leaving the team, they must report and be ready to trigger the team positioning alarm at any time.
One by one, the rules were listed out and more than 10 minutes had passed.
"Now, everyone is assigned to a fixed area. Report any situation at any time!"
Garen assigned the areas that had been assigned on the map to all fifteen members. Other than himself, who was roaming and patrolling, the rest of them were fixed within a certain range of the area. Every once in a while, they would send out a communication signal to indicate that there was no problem.
On the field, after the 15 mecha were assigned to their areas, they rose into the air and flew in all directions.
Garen stood on the field, pulling out a single blade that he had been given with one hand and waving it casually.
"Although it's not very smooth, the material is pretty good."
This was his first mission. If he could successfully complete it, then his cooperation with the military would gradually increase. He might even be able to obtain a position and salary in the military even before he graduated. This was also one of the methods the military used to win over the Blackboard students.
Although the military and the academy had a subordinate relationship, in reality, the military had always been directly under another big shot. This big shot represented a large number of elites that had been separated from the academy. Although their high-end strength was not as good as the academy's, their numbers were far superior. This also led to the military having a great desire for high-end talents.
"The students who practice the Crouched Eagle Talon are all affected by the training method and become aggressive and aggressive. This is in line with the military's style, so both sides are good partners to work with. If this mission was from a society other than the Eagle's Nest, they might not have been able to get such a patrol mission."
Garon understood. He put away his sword and looked at his communicator. His team members were about to arrive at their patrol stations.
What he needed to do was to wait for his team members to report the situation and change the patrol area after a while.
After resting on the field for more than ten minutes, Garon piloted the Mech and flew towards the patrol area where his first team member, Number Two, was patrolling.
Passing through the streets below, the crowd was bustling. Occasionally, he could see a small Mech police in the shape of a white spider. These people operated the Mech and were responsible for public security. The white spiders were more than three meters tall and were constantly patrolling the Mech patrol area at the edge of the street.
There were two sidewalks in the middle of the road. There were office workers and vegetable vendors on the sidewalks. Occasionally, there were some primary school students and junior high school students mixed in. In the middle of the road, there were all kinds of traffic. There were carts, electric motorcycles, and bicycles. Next were the single-person motorcycles that the office workers rode.
The sound of horns could be heard incessantly. Students were yelling and laughing. The sound of bicycle bells, the sound of motorcycle engines, the sound of hawkers quarreling, and all sorts of other noises formed the scene of daily life on this street.
From time to time, students would cast envious and yearning gazes at the mecha that flew past. And as long as it was a person walking on the street, every time they saw a patrolling Mech, their eyes would show a strong sense of security.
The black Mech that Garon piloted flew slowly in front of a building on the right side of the street. As long as the engine was not at full power, it would not make any noise.
The black humanoid Mech's back spewed out blue flames as it slowly moved forward along the street.
Below was a sea of people and cars. Soon, the black Mech holding the hilt of a sword appeared in Garon's field of vision. On a special load-bearing landing platform at the edge of the street, Number Two, Alexander, as a strong person second only to Garon, was arranged to be in the largest and most complicated area with the most traffic.
Seeing Garon coming over, Alexander saluted him. His right hand formed a knife and placed diagonally on his left shoulder. It was short and powerful.
"Sir!"
"Mm, the Mech will always be on high alert. You can relax a little. Don't be too nervous. Our department will be on guard for the whole day."
Garon reminded him.
"Understood." Alexander smiled. "Sir, someone sent me oil and water just now. I don't know …"
"Oil and water?" Garon was stunned and immediately reacted. As a patrol team, it was usually not their turn to take action. The guards' Mech Spiders would take care of it. But in name, they were higher than the guards. If they wanted to find an excuse to make things difficult for the guards, it would be very easy.
"Was it sent by the guards?"
"They are the local bullies here. Unlike us who come here occasionally, they are here every day …" Alexander smiled and replied. "There is a good massage club down there. Sir, do you want to …" This guy laughed lewdly.
"This …"
"I heard that there are very handsome men there …"
Garon was a little tempted at first. He could go for a massage and soak in hot water to relax his body. But when he heard this, he felt a chill in his heart.
"You go by yourself. I will continue patrolling. Just be careful not to be too presumptuous. "
Anyway, the chances of encountering terrorists in the city were too low. These people who were able to carry out missions in the city were either strong or had good backgrounds. After all, patrolling the downtown area was a lucrative job. He was too lazy to offend these people.
He piloted the Mech and left the downtown area. In front of him was a clear river that curved like a ribbon. A few white boats of various sizes were moving on the sparkling river.
In the early morning, Garon piloted the Mech and slowly flew to a point by the river and landed. Looking across from the river, Blackboard City's iconic Sky Garden Trade City was standing on the opposite side.
The entire Trade City's buildings were like the tip of a pencil that poked out of the ground. It was over a thousand meters tall and was completely white. On top of it, neon lights and billboards of various colors could be seen. There were even promotional airships flying around the edges, occasionally dropping advertising flyers.
Compared to the liveliness on this side of the river, the Trade City was even noisier. It seemed that they were organizing some kind of lively celebration. Music and singing could be heard from time to time.
Garon looked over from afar. He could see a group of people who were almost shoulder to shoulder. They were like a pile of black sesame seeds scattered on the ground. He could only see a dark mass of human heads.
The faint morning sun shone on the river surface, giving off countless pale golden phosphorescent lights.
Garon decided to stop temporarily. He sat cross-legged on this round point and rested quietly. He turned off the Mech's propulsion engine and fell into complete silence.
He had to wait for Celine's information anyway. The other members probably wouldn't want him to be forced to patrol everywhere. As long as nothing happened in this area, everything was fine.
He reached out and pressed the button below.
Whoosh …
With a slight sound, the cockpit of the Mech slowly rose outwards like half an eggshell, revealing Garon who was in the pilot's seat.
He took off his helmet and stood up from the cockpit. He controlled the Mech to place one of its arms on the ground. He walked down the arm and stood at the edge of the weighing platform. He enjoyed the cool river breeze and breathed in the fresh air.
Behind him, he could vaguely hear the sound of traffic on the street, the voices of passersby, and the chatter of primary school and junior high school students.
Garon tidied his hair. Unknowingly, his hair had already reached his shoulders. His smooth black hair had a soft luster. Under the radiation of the Hellfrost Peacock Technique, it faintly revealed a hint of blue.
He raised his hands and saw that his skin had turned blue and white. It was almost translucent and smooth. All the scars and flaws from before had been modified and eliminated.
"The Living Secret Technique is a first-class technique for beautifying." He laughed at himself. Garon opened the zipper of his pilot's suit. The black tight suit was gently loosened and the collar became a standing collar that covered both sides of his neck. It revealed the outline of his strong muscles.
Ever since he turned around, because he had been practicing the Hellfrost Peacock Technique, Nonosiva's thin and long body had completely disappeared. Instead, it was replaced by a strong and tall physique. His upper body and back showed a standard inverted triangle of muscles. His arms were strong and powerful. He stood at the edge of the weighing platform with his black clothes draped over his body.
Perhaps it was because of Garon's soul. Although he looked ordinary, the eyes in between his hair seemed to be shining faintly. Through his hair, it gave people a frightening sense of sharpness.
In addition, the corners of Nonosiva's mouth were already curved downwards. It gave people a threatening feeling that he could get angry at any time. This made people even more afraid of him. Normally, people with weaker personalities would not even dare to look at him when they stood in front of him.
His tall body, cold and threatening face, and piercing eyes that were shining faintly. It was as if he could explode at any time like a suppressed volcano. Although Garon himself did not have such a personality …
However, due to various signs and reasons, he still ended up looking like this now. This very fierce look.
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