Two days later, it was time for the mission to depart.
It was seven o'clock in the morning, and Fan, Mu, and At had already appeared at the starting point of the mission, leaning on the body of the light armored vehicle.
"Boss, after completing this mission, you will be able to collect the points for the primary genetic enhancement liquid, right?"
Art turned to look at Fan who was leaning outside the driver's seat door.
Fan nodded casually and continued to wipe the disassembled AW in his hand.
"Hey, I don't know when I will be able to afford a booster."
Art sighed.
"After this mission is completed, either you will leave the hanging task to me in the future, or one month after you are injected with the genetic enhancement fluid, the drug will fully take effect and you pass the evaluation to become the three-winged angel of death.
The team will be disbanded and I will leave.
"Mu said coldly to Fan.
Fan paused his work for a moment and said, "I will choose the latter."
His tone was very calm.
"Humph" Mu Leng snorted and said nothing.
"Okay Mu, you can't stop for a while, you always make the boss unhappy.
You have been like this in the training camp, but you have never won."
Art shook his head.
"But the headquarters seems to be very optimistic about our team.
This time they actually let us go so far to perform the mission on the A-19.
This is much further than the A-13 last time."
Art changed the subject at the right time.
As we all know, the weaker the cyborgs, the closer they will be to the main city of Death Angel to complete their tasks, because this area is relatively safe, and both the quantity and quality of the Zerg are relatively low.
And those reformers who can go far into the wilderness, clean up an uninhabited area, and build a new city of Death Angel are all powerful men with terrifying strength.
Strength determines distance.
This sentence is applicable to any transformed person.
But this time, no one answered Art's words.
Art shook his head helplessly, and then looked at the time in the command window of his left arm.
"Boss, when do you think this 6d008 will arrive?
I've been waiting for such a long time.
I don't know why the higher ups want to let such a stranger in."
"Why did you let her in?
She is the key to how far we can go this time.
Number da-6d-6008, don't tell me that you don't know who she is."
Mu glanced at Art.
Art shrugged, "I really don't know about this.
I've been boxing in the underground black market these days.
It's not easy to earn points.
I don't have time to ask about this."
"Number da-6d-6008, code name, Mandala.
As one of the earliest Type 6 modified humans, she was once the closest to perfection among them.
Her enhanced gene fragments were even more perfect than the Zerg itself.
She was once the The hope of the Type 6 research team.
But soon after she left the training camp and started her mission, her mood changed.
It started to become more and more unstable, and many people complained to the headquarters about this.
However, as the hope of the Type 6 research team, the research team interceded for her several times, and the headquarters also tolerated her several times, until she did something that shocked her.
After all the incidents involving the Death Angel's senior officials were revealed, she was forced to be frozen and sealed.
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After that, her various data began to be classified as confidential."
When Mu said this, Art unexpectedly exclaimed.
"Wow, he seems to be a legendary figure, but I don't know which one is stronger compared to the boss."
"I have no knowledge."
Mu curled his lips disdainfully, obviously not optimistic about Fan.
"Giggle, which little brother is praising me?"
With the crisp sound of high heels hitting the ground, a woman wearing a dark red combat uniform suddenly opened the door and walked in.
Mu and Aite looked at the person almost at the same time.
Only Fan was still wiping the barrel of the gun, as if he had expected the woman's appearance.
"It seems that the little handsome guy's ability is perception."
The woman said looking at Fan who didn't react at all to her appearance.
After thoroughly wiping the barrel of the gun, Fan stopped and looked at the woman who suddenly appeared.
But this glance made him slightly stunned.
"Giggle, giggle, it seems that the handsome guy hasn't forgotten me yet."
The woman chuckled.
This woman was the one who appeared in the Mandala Bar and chatted with Fan a few nights ago.
The image of her stepping on the hard street to create a deep pit that night still left a deep impression on Fan.
The number da-6d-6008 is clearly written on the exposed breastplate on the chest of this woman's crimson combat protective clothing, and the background of the breastplate is a fluttering two-winged angel of death.
She is the new one this time.
Joined team member, Mandala.
The deep red combat protective clothing is not a color that ordinary people can control, but on Mandala's body, it further highlights her excellent temperament.
"When the battle starts, remember to stay away from me."
Fan frowned instead of admiring the gorgeous scenery.
Deep red, such an abrupt color could easily be spotted by the Zerg during battle, and Fan didn't want to be exposed early.
"Little handsome boy, you are so heartless."
Mandala looked weak.
"I doubt how you can successfully graduate with a personality like yours."
Fan said coldly.
He began to have unprecedented doubts about this mission.
The mandala was like a bomb that could explode at any time.
It will cause unexpected emergencies, which may be completely out of his control, and what Van hates most is when actions deviate from plans.
"Do you think that all reformers are as boring and indifferent as you?"
Mandala raised her chin.
"Boss, don't underestimate this girl.
If I'm not mistaken about this set of protective clothing, it is AC-C01.
With all our wealth combined, we might not be able to afford such a set."
Arte said.
He tugged at Fan's clothes and lowered his voice.
After hearing this, Fan paused for a moment, then he opened the car door and said, "Get in the car."
Just as Mu was about to get into the passenger seat, he was pulled down by Mandala who didn't know when he appeared.
"Little brother, from now on, this place belongs to me."
After saying that, Mandala almost casually stuffed Mu into the rear driver's seat.
The terrifying brute force left Mu almost unable to resist.
After that, Mandala sat on the passenger seat, pushed the seat as far back as possible, and put his proud long legs casually outside the window of the passenger seat.
Mu and Art, who were huddled together behind the seats, dared not be angry.
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Speak up.
"I can indulge some of your actions, but you have to remember that once the battle starts, I am the captain, and everything must be arranged by me."
Fan said calmly.
"No problem, handsome boy."
Mandala waved his hand casually and answered nonchalantly.
Then the front door of the starting point was opened, and Fan drove the roaring armored vehicle.
After another leap, he landed heavily on the ground, broke away from the obstacles on the road, and drove towards the target area.
What Fan doesn't know is that his every move is now completely under the surveillance of others.
Even his various physical data, such as heart rate, emotions, etc., have been secretly installed in his protective suit by sensors that are completely Sent to central intelligence.
At this moment, Dr.
Raff was sitting in front of the three-dimensional monitoring screen.
Behind him stood a row of assistants on standby.
He was looking at the various data of Fan attentively, "7d001, don't let me down."