Kling carefully peeled off the green moss on the sewer pipe and caught it with the small plate in his hand. Instantly, a happy smile appeared on his face.
"Today's dinner will have more ingredients."
In the dark sewer, the underground river on the right side flowed continuously. Occasionally, there would be a little bit of yellow and white floating garbage floating in it. Most of it was a thick layer of greasy dirt that emitted an unpleasant smell from afar.
However, Kling was already used to it. He carefully found a few more spots of such moss and peeled off the only bit of green in the sewer into his small plate.
In the past few days in the sewer, he had experienced many underground pursuits. They were not from the pilots on the surface, but from the depths of the sewer where no one had entered for a long time. Every few hours, he would encounter a large group of mutated rats. These rats with glowing red eyes could eat anything they could. In order to save the mech's energy, Kling did not dare to use the mech carelessly. It was originally a mech that was pieced together. The power furnace was also an old model. A large amount of energy had been used up. Most of the energy was used for Red Moon's recovery. Only a little was left as backup for opening the hatch.
Thinking of this, Kling sighed in his heart. He kept the moss and touched his stomach. It was still a little painful. He looked at the time, turned around and walked towards the hiding place.
"There's still ten minutes before the rats come out. I should be able to make it."
After walking for a while, he quickly squeezed into a narrow crevice. The crevice was located in a small space between the pipes. Inside, there was a faint light. The white light shone out and fell on the dark ground of the underground sewer, reflecting a wet luster.
Kling walked in and saw Baylon roasting the dried rats. The two of them had been relying on this for two days. Two days ago, they had finished all their dry food. This was the only thing left that could be eaten. Fortunately, Baylon's Bright King Training Method could prevent most diseases and infections. Otherwise, just eating the dirty things would be enough to kill the two of them.
The light was from a wire that was pulled out from a mech. It was not very bright because it was used sparingly.
"How is it? Is there any situation outside? " Baylon looked over with a pair of big eyes. It seemed that she had completely transformed into a complete girl. Or rather, she was originally a girl. It was only because the training method had removed the layer of skin layer.
Kneeling by the fire, Baylon's little face was red and she seemed to be a little haggard.
"Fortunately, no one came after us." Kling nodded and smiled helplessly. "Maybe it's because we've entered the radiation zone? They don't dare to come after us. After staying in the radiation zone for a long time, their bodies will develop radiation sickness. "
"That's right …" Baylon nodded and raised his arm. Gray spots appeared on his arm, and it looked like his skin had withered.
"I heard that radiation sickness is very difficult to treat …" Her eyes dimmed. "Once you get radiation sickness, you won't be able to continue living in the region …"
"Don't worry, if Baylon Baylon Baylon Baylon Baylon Clint always had hope and confidence, even though he himself didn't know where this confidence came from. "If I don't have any hope for myself, then there really won't be any hope at all."
"That's right … Lord Red Moon is so powerful. He will definitely have a way to solve this." Baylon also relaxed slightly. Red Moon's image in their eyes had always been so omnipotent. Although his mouth was a little poisonous, he could always think of a way to solve any problem. Compared to the radiation sickness, it was not a big problem.
The two of them cooperated silently and washed the moss with filtered water. Then, they put the dried rats and moss together to make soup. This was the main source of food for the two of them.
Not long after he started cooking, a rumbling sound came from the passage outside. It seemed to be coming from far away.
Kling and the other's expressions changed. They quickly got up and used the scattered alloy plates of their mecha to block the only entrance to this small space. The alloy plates just happened to completely cover this space. Kling's hands were pressed tightly against the alloy plates, as though he was deeply afraid that it would be pushed back.
On the other side, Baylon quickly extinguished the fire and only left a small flame to cover the meat soup. Then, she covered it with clothes and other things.
After a while, the sound of something hitting the alloy plates faintly came from outside. It seemed that there were many, many small things constantly hitting the alloy plates. Looking at Kling's expression, he was already sweating slightly and was using a lot of effort. With his Level 1 Nine Mega Cannon Training Method, his strength was several times that of an ordinary person. However, he still felt that it was extremely strenuous. One could only imagine how strong the impact from outside was.
After an unknown amount of time, the banging sound gradually weakened. The blue veins on Kling's forehead also gradually calmed down. He was sweating profusely.
When the last bit of the banging sound disappeared, he finally collapsed to the ground with a cry.
"Huff … Huff … Huff …" The sound of heavy breathing rose and fell continuously.
"Here, drink some water …" Baylon worriedly brought over a ladle of water. Because there was no cup, she used a small alloy plate to fill it with water.
"Thank you." Kling took it and drank it in big mouthfuls.
"Did you hear something?" Baylon suddenly showed a hint of doubt in her voice.
"What? Hear what? "Kling was stunned.
"I … I think I heard someone shouting outside …" Baylon was a little uncertain.
"Someone?!" Kling stood up immediately. There was a hint of worry in his eyes.
Soon, the two of them slowed down their breathing. This time, even Kling could hear it.
"Carl!" "Carl, where are you?"
"Captain Carl!" "Big Brother Carl ~ ~ ~"
It seemed that there was not only one voice, but a group of people. Those voices were all looking for a person called Carl. There were both men and women in the voices.
Kling carefully pushed open the metal plate and poked his head out. He saw that at the end of the sewer that was ravaged by the rats, a group of people were holding torches and walking closer. The most surprising thing was that in such a radiation zone, these people were not wearing anti-radiation suits.
There were both men and women. They were more or less wearing metal plates on their bodies. Some were on their shoulders, some were on their helmets, but most of them were on their arms and chests.
In the group of more than ten people, most of them were wearing tattered cotton clothes. Some of them had irradiation scars on their faces and necks that could not be covered.
"So many of them are radiation people …" Kling immediately knew that these people should be like them, ordinary people who were affected by radiation.
He was suddenly at a loss. Now that Red Moon was not around, their safety was in their hands. It would be fine if these people were kind, but if they had any evil intentions … then he and Lonnie would …
"Who's there!!" Suddenly, the leader of the group, a woman in red, shouted loudly and looked over.
Kling was shocked. He sat on the ground and made an even louder sound.
The group of people quickly rushed over. Baylon quickly went over to help Kling up. The two of them huddled together and stared at the entrance. Soon, a burly man carefully walked in. When he saw Kling and Baylon, he was stunned.
"Boss, it's two children!" He shouted loudly.
"Are you kidding? How can children survive in this place? "The woman in red walked in and was shocked when she saw Kling and Baylon. "You … This is the dark network of the region's sewers. There are radiation poisons and mutated rats everywhere. You actually …"
"Hello … Hello …" Kling forced a smile and greeted them.
*****
Blackboard Region Police Headquarters Mobile Hall
"This is the report for the handover this time." Garon handed over a paper report in his hand. He stood in the middle of the hall. In front of him sat the deputy director of the headquarters who was working. He was a bald middle-aged man with a small yellow beard on his chin. He looked very serious.
"You're from the military and also from the academy. To be able to kill a terrorist with your Level Three strength and almost perish together with him, even if he was seriously injured, this battle record still exceeds the strength of a normal student." The bald man flipped through the document and nodded.
"According to the usual practice, the police will hand over all your battle records. The military will award you the specific merits. Please wait patiently."
"I understand." Garon nodded.
"But you have to be mentally prepared." The bald man looked up at Garon. "The mission this time has exceeded the scope of your mission level. At first, no one thought that you could defeat the terrorist. They only hoped that you could delay the opponent, but …" He paused. "I won't say any more nonsense. The elite team in charge of this matter is not convinced by you. During the handover of the mission, you might encounter some provocations. You have to be prepared."
"Are they elite students?" Garon asked.
"It's good that you know." The bald man seemed to admire Garon. He smiled and nodded. "Alright, you can leave now. The military will send the military merit announcement soon. Don't worry."
"Understood."
Garon nodded and saluted. He put the back of his right hand against his left cheek and bowed slightly.
Then, he stood at attention and turned to leave.
Walking out of the main hall of the General Administration, Garon let out a sigh of relief. The Deputy Director of the General Administration was definitely a hidden master. He was definitely a Level Five pilot. Moreover, he was not a pilot who practiced normal training methods. Just the Willpower force field around him was enough to give him a slight pressure.
This feeling was much stronger than the Red-White Mech he faced.
"At least one can fight against two." Garon estimated in a low voice. Two Red-White Mechs might not even be a match for the Deputy Director. As expected, the Blackboard Region's saying that the strong were respected was true.
Strength determined everything. With strength, one would be qualified to hold an important position. If one's strength was not enough, no matter how smart they were, they would not be placed in a position. This was also the result of individual Mechs being strong enough to turn the situation around.
After leaving the General Administration of the Police, the garrison was right next to it. A few garrison members who happened to pass by saw Garon from afar and greeted him enthusiastically. These people were the police members of Garon's patrol area.
After walking over and exchanging a few pleasantries with them, Garon understood the situation slightly. Once he had a grasp of the situation, he immediately took a taxi back home.
His parents and sister were at home. Because of his brother, everyone was in low spirits. They were all waiting for Garon's news.
Just as he opened the door and entered the room, his father who had been sitting on the sofa smoking suddenly stood up.
"How is it? Nono? Lon's situation … "
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