Then, there was the tragedy of Lieutenant Colonel Boehm's heraldic machine crashing during the battle.

This is a really big tragedy! Lieutenant Colonel Bohm was just protecting Mr. President as he retreated to the shelter, deploying two force field shields to block bullets, and using blaster cannons to blast away some enemies blocking the way.

The capable ones have never met each other, and it is not considered a high-intensity battle at all. Why did it just shut down?

Fortunately, Lieutenant Colonel Bohm was also an experienced veteran. Instead of being trapped in the priceless alchemist mecha and waiting for death, he immediately discarded the mecha and escorted the president on foot to continue the evacuation.

His judgment cannot be criticized. As a guard captain, he did successfully send President Nishita to the entrance and exit of Area D. As long as you pass through this passage, you can see the entrance to the rescue cabin.

If it weren't for this last volley, everything would be perfect.

...No, if there was a heraldry machine, how could I be beaten like this by the weapons of the soldiers?

I'm not even so exhausted that I can't even let go of Iron Skin.

Lieutenant Colonel Bohm blocked the door of the passage with his burly body. His eyes looking at President Nishita were naturally filled with sadness. He began to miss his first heraldic machine, the bulky Guard. Although that thing had high performance Less than half of the Imperial Scarlet Machine, but at least it’s reliable!

That beloved machine in my memory has been sent to the front line in the New World, right? We, the Presidential Guard, who did not have to go to the battlefield, became the first batch of people to equip this new type of heraldic machine. At that time, many media and even congressmen were criticizing us. Now, Look, isn’t it foresight?

So, am I the one who was tricked by my foresight?

Of course, although Lieutenant Colonel Bohm was grief-stricken, but in the eyes of President Nishita, who was protecting him, the guard captain's eyes were full of determination and fearlessness, as if he was playing a heroic elegy. of.

The tough-guy president suddenly shed tears of heroism. He wanted to hold the guard captain's hand, and probably wanted to ask him if he had any unfulfilled wishes.

The latter was even a little bit dumbfounded for a moment, and then he let out a breath of relief. He pushed the president forcefully into the passage and whispered: "Let's go, Your Excellency! Both Zumtrek and Blue Label deserve to die." ah!"

He then turned around again and shifted his gaze to the attackers who were armed with live ammunition. He grinned widely and let out a heroic laugh: "Hahaha! It doesn't hurt! It doesn't hurt at all!"

His voice was hoarse and full of pressure, but it did not let the attackers waver in the slightest. They kept shooting, trying to tear the body of the guard captain into pieces with fierce firepower, and by the way, they could also tear the body behind him apart. of presidents shredded.

However, the dying lieutenant colonel's body had a steel-like aura flowing out of him, and it was like a statue embedded in the channel buckle.

Under his cover, the hatch was finally closed.

President Nishita, who had already entered the passage, suddenly discovered that he was the only one left.

Of course he also wants to use the terminal to contact others, but the ship seems to be densely covered with communication interference barriers that he cannot understand, and there is no signal. Of course, the wireless function is still intact, such as stand-alone games, and the map inside the ship.

He hurriedly pulled up the map, determined the location, and then took out the pistol, which was given to him by a guard just now.

It took President Nishita more than three times as long as a military cadet who had been enrolled for a week before he hurriedly loaded the magazine and trembled towards the end of the passage.

He felt that his steps were soft, and every step was like stepping on cotton. The passage ahead was brightly lit, spacious and clean, but empty. In the eyes of the president, it was as scary as a ghost. Indeed.

No matter where he is, Mr. President is always surrounded by people. Indeed, he has not been so alone for a long time.

Then, he couldn't help but stand still because he did hear human voices.

"President Keith Nichita?"

This gloomy voice was not a question, nor was it even a confirmation, but rather a sense of ritual before an attack.

A strange burning sensation that he had never experienced before passed through the president's torso. His back hit the wall, and the strange burning sensation turned into pain and spread throughout his body.

"I was hit? Was I just hit like this?" He made this judgment in an unusually calm manner. Then, he cried out in an unusually calm manner.
Chapter completed!