Léon: The Cat Killer

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Pressing the button on her watch, Nana displayed the communication status and timer on the exoskeleton's projection screen. Finally, the assassin looked at the person who used dessert as their codename:

"Medic... well, I'll just call you Nana... to ensure the rescue mission goes as smoothly as possible, the Department of Homeland Security has prepared a large wilderness exploration vehicle for you... although the shipping department has reinforced its armor as much as possible during your rest time, it has only increased its damage resistance from being able to withstand small-caliber Originium guns to being able to withstand Originium rain impacts about the size of a human body..."

"For this reason, we even had to dismantle important drone units... But, you know... in this weather, we've basically said goodbye to large drones. As a replacement, we emptied the hangar and filled it with basic supplies such as food and water..."

Looking at the silent advance team members, Puff smiled demurely. Finally, she turned her gaze to the assassin girl, whom her friend treated almost like a daughter:-

"If... I mean, if things really do become such that the signal can't be restored for more than three days... please do your best to survive... even if it means we'll be facing a high-intensity Originium rain that lasts for more than three days... 宭"

"Now, everyone, please board the vehicles and start the Originium engines... In about fifteen minutes, we will arrive at the designated docking point... That will be the area with the least Originium interference for the next day and a half..."

"Nana, remember the time... I hope your theory is correct."

Nodding, Nana waved behind her... Although the members of the preparatory team were not yet familiar with tactical hand signals, under the guidance and care of Huang and Franka, they still boarded the enormous vehicle that resembled a warship.

"Speaking of which... I seem to recall saying something on the way here...it would be great if we had a wilderness exploration vehicle?"

Sitting in the waiting room where the security personnel should be... after fiddling with what appeared to be a game console left behind by the previous owner, Huang said to Susuru with a wry smile.

Meanwhile, Sussuro was checking the condition of the medical supplies inside the vehicle... Clearly, many of the medicines and first-aid equipment had only recently been replenished...

Folding the helmet over the neck guard, the little fox twitched its ears to let its fluffy fur circulate for a while. Meanwhile, the pink-haired girl unconsciously glanced down at Medic, who was still talking to the captain a few meters below the cockpit…

"Yes, it's so great to be able to easily fulfill your wishes."

Taking out some extra medicines that might be needed and putting them in her backpack, Su Jun sighed: "VII neighboring dam V is Liu Ba fin wife Su Luo: u

"I hope the operation will proceed as smoothly as you wish." Guilt

P.S.: I wrote this chapter on my phone while I was out...it was a real headache...I couldn't log into the background on my phone, and the computer at the hospital wasn't mine, so I was kicked out after only a short while...I finally got home and posted it on my own PC...

PSS: I lost my train of thought halfway through... this chapter doesn't feel like the plot is progressing much... my stomach hurts terribly... I'll try writing a little more later... if it goes smoothly I can post it directly, if not I'll just take a nap and post it all at once. Jiu

PS2: Wuwu Cat Ba

Anyway, I'm very sorry about today. Let me give you all another look at my favorite cat picture...

The Mystery of Medic 2: 050 Ticalendo Remains Unyielding

The flashing orange-yellow warning lights illuminated as the garage crew, clad in full-body protective suits, conducted a final check before departure.

From the three pilots, Huang, who was in the highest position and mainly responsible for observing the situation on both sides, could see a person in a black uniform, who was probably a member of the original operations team of this warship, crying and shouting as he was being pulled by the crew members...

"...I...will...go too, otherwise...the crew on this ship are so ideologically conscious, are they really scrambling to be the first to take on this kind of suicide mission?"

As she said this, Huang smiled and waved at the other person, shaking the whiskey bottle she had found in the entertainment room... Then the blond man with the ponytail struggled even more fiercely.

Razer, sitting in the driver's seat, couldn't stand it any longer and immediately operated the control panel to lower the driver's side armor plate.

The dimming of the interior light blocked out the heart-wrenching scene outside. Meanwhile, with the activation of the vehicle's monitoring system, Razer began checking the night vision system and terrain radar... In the face of the natural disaster outside, this was the only thing their crew members could rely on to assess the terrain.

As for the farce in the garage just now, Franka looked at the photos of the three men in black uniforms pasted in front of her driver's seat and the background that looked like steam knights... Columbia should be called mechanical hunters, and thought she knew the answer:

"...He must have been the original user of this vehicle, and this guy in black uniform... he must be the action team for this ship? There seem to be three people... but since this blond 'former' is here, the other two... ah, I've got it."

Using the camera's intelligent search, Franka quickly found the vehicles' former owners on the other side of the car after adding the keyword "black uniform".

The black-haired young man with a cross-shaped scar on his face was saluting and sending Medic off to the vehicle along with the crew behind the captain. Meanwhile, another black-haired woman, whose ears and tail hair were noticeably thicker than the former's, was yawning and leaning against the railing. When the main optical camera was pointed at her, the woman, whose uniform was open, revealing her white training shirt and part of her belly, sensitively raised her head, then smiled at the camera and made the standard 'cheers' gesture while holding a can of non-alcoholic beverage.

"Oh... is this a blessing from the former owner...?"

"This doesn't look like a blessing ceremony at all."

Witnessing the blond man being dragged away by the ship crew with his hands gripping the ground, both Razer and Blaze looked on, unable to contain their emotions.

As Nana climbed the stairs to the driver's cab, she passed Jessica, who cried out in alarm; Vanilla, who was engrossed in the bookshelves in the lounge and hurriedly saluted; Katie, who was gathered together studying the equipment manual and explaining the rescue team's precautions to her companions; and Sussuro, who had finished checking the medicines and equipment and was sitting on a stool adjusting the terrain...

Nana carefully and meticulously examined each person, as if trying to imprint their faces into her memory, before finally arriving at the cockpit. In the U-shaped seating arrangement, the three pilots in front either turned around or stood up to welcome their nominal captain.

As the front screen displayed that Puff and the others were starting to leave, the vehicle itself shook slightly, and Katie and the other two, who were studying the instruction manual in the lounge, let out a small gasp.

"Eh? What's wrong?"

"It's time to set off... Just thinking about opening the garage door in a storm makes me feel sorry for the ship crew who will have to clean up the Originium dust afterwards."

Franka, standing nearby, chuckled at Razer's sadness.

"Why don't you take pity on yourself? I've already said that the only ones transferring to Rhodes Island are me and Vanilla. The only ones who are clearly coming with us on this mission are us... Jessica took it upon herself to request a transfer to Rhodes Island, fine, but Razer, your paperwork hasn't come through yet. Wouldn't it be better to wait on that ship that can traverse natural disasters?"

"..."

Without refuting Fat Fox, it was as if the Vayvan who had previously erupted in anger and called the other party a "dog" was not her. Now Razer was rational and quiet, only rolling her eyes and ignoring her partner's attempts to sow discord.

Seeing that Razer was ignoring her, Franka could only turn her attention to little Felin, who was sitting in the 'commander' seat:

"Well, that's basically our situation. So, before the vehicles officially begin their operation, could the captain give a mission briefing?"

Nodding, Nana then activated the team communicator, which connected to the vehicle's anti-Originium communication circuit, directly linking to the TDD intercity network:

"Alright, everyone, including the preparatory team in the lounge, please find the seats marked with yellow and fasten your seatbelts... We're about to head to Tikkarendo."

"The specific objective of this mission is to find a route that allows the land-based ships carrying relief supplies and personnel to reach their destination with minimal losses... However, as you all know about natural disasters, normally, land-based ships themselves cannot move forward within the scope of a natural disaster..."

"We will foresee encountering earthquakes caused by the activation of underground Originium on the road, resulting in canyons cracked by the earthquakes, Originium ore deposits that have solidified into walls that prevent vehicles and even landships from moving forward, rampaging Originium-enhanced animals... and even natives who have gone berserk due to natural disasters and want to seize our vehicles and supplies..."

Seeing the visibly waning morale, Nana also imitated Puff by raising three fingers:

"The mission itself is a simple reconnaissance mission that only requires a signal, but the problem is that the environment is special. Even with an Originium-resistant communication circuit, the risk of the connection being cut off is still certain."

"Through discussions with the captain, we reached a consensus that we cannot gamble that the Black Steel Landship will definitely receive the route signal. To this end, the Colombian government has prepared three backup plans to ensure that the route marking is foolproof... After all, the speed of the landship behind is known, and we only need to calculate the risks based on that speed when planning its course."

To ease the tension slightly, Nana waved her hand and withdrew one finger:

"First, when the network started to experience intermittent disconnections, we switched to using the signal beacon that marks the forward path! The built-in powerful transmitter and flashing light can, to some extent, avoid signal interference from Originium radiation and guide subsequent ships forward."

"However, due to the suppression of visibility caused by natural disasters, the response distance of beacons will definitely be severely limited... Even if we carry a whole vehicle full of beacons, how many routes they can mark depends entirely on the weather... At this point, we need to use the second type... which is more primitive than beacons, less timely, but more stable, and requires personnel to confirm it themselves, and absolutely cannot be missed."

As she spoke, Nana took out an orange grenade pistol and showed it to everyone.

"Flare?"

"Well, to be precise... it's an Originium Grenade... something we had to use to break through the cover of the Cataclysmic Storm... and everyone knows the power of Originium shells. The core of this Originium Grenade uses more than three grams of pure Originium and metallic magnesium compounds. It is expected to emit three thousand times the light of a regular landship searchlight. One shell can provide a continuous burst of light for half a minute during its descent... but be careful, the heat from its ignition is expected to burn through the outer armor of a landship. Be very careful of your surroundings when using it... don't burn yourself to death."

Hearing Nana say this, everyone who had found about ten 'flares' in their equipment seemed to be deep in thought.

After all, it's people who use flares... If the beacon marker isn't long enough, then using a signal flare is a last resort... But it's definitely people who use signal flares, which means that someone will be left behind halfway...

Although everyone knows that you won't just be left to fend for yourself in the face of natural disasters, the number of people affected, the amount of supplies provided, and how long it will last are all uncertain.

In the ensuing silence, Katie, the most impatient of them all, was the first to ask in the communication:

What is the last backup plan?

In the silence, Nana recalled Matilda's expressions—sometimes radiant, sometimes aggrieved, sometimes angry—as she stood outside Wilson's apartment building in a white dress. With a subtle smile, she said:

"...The last resort is to overcome the natural disaster with human effort and activate City District 4...at least activate the intercity network module of City District 4, and use the large-scale communication equipment of the mobile city to complete the final relay...but this is the last resort since the first three methods are not feasible. After all, if vehicles cannot even get through, the probability of people being able to reach the destination is already very slim...I hope that the final personnel will not have to face this situation."

[The hatch is open. 'Runner 2' is now authorized to release the brakes. Pilots, please proceed along the yellow flashing markers to disembark.]

"...Razer".

Nodding, he pulled the handbrake, and with a hissing sound as the massive vehicle, five stories high and resembling a small landship, released its airlock, a song in Ursus language suddenly began playing on the landship's intercity network.

"...Cake puffs?"

[Well, don't worry about it... there's not much we can do. This song was originally a farewell gift from the SRT team members... the former users of that car... and when you can't hear the song, that's when your mission will face a difficult challenge.]

Listening to the lyrics "May we be victorious," Nana silently opened the navigation to indicate the route for Razer. As the vehicle finally drove onto the ground, the communication began to crackle with the sound of Originium radiation interference. Only then did the assassin ask:

"...What is the name of this song?"

[Blood type.]

Following someone else's playlist, I drove forward in the best exploration vehicle currently on the market.

The drumbeats of the music and the sound of Originium rain hitting the roof deck complemented each other. Perhaps the people on the land-based ship also realized that playing the Ursus Lament for the Vanguard was not the right atmosphere. Just as Franka was complaining, the loud rock music of an electric guitar immediately came over the radio.

"Oh! This is the Emperor's song? I originally thought that regular troops were all very serious... but now it seems... everyone is actually pretty much the same."

Upon seeing Franka's reaction, Razer and Blaze exchanged a glance. Simultaneously, the image of the blond man who had been dragged away while scratching at the floor and verbally gesturing "Take me with you!" flashed through their minds. They nodded involuntarily.

As Nana anxiously watched the network latency icon, she finally lowered her head and decided to focus on her own tasks.

"Alright everyone, let's set off."

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Move the clock forward six hours... to Tikkarendo.

The roar of the meteorite hitting the ground even shook the surface structure of the land-based ship. As some houses collapsed, the shockwave, carrying Originium crystals, poured into the entire alley.

Thea, dressed in a white dress, was standing at the front carrying Amiya, but then a Sarkaz mercenary captain drew a greatsword that looked like a door to an ordinary person and blocked the way:

"Form ranks, raise shields!"

With the command given, the heavily armored Sarkaz moved the shields that had been blocking their heads forward, and as for the 1-phosphorus fins above their heads... there was an even larger greatsword hanging over their heads.

Matilda stared blankly at the dust billowing in the distance. The violent impact made the landship's movement mechanisms creak and groan... while the sound of the engines that had been running earlier was gradually fading away... the core city was completely gone.

The kitten looked blankly at Amiya and Theresa, its ears drooping:

"...Did I do something wrong? Did I...shouldn't I have piled that rock over there? But..."

Looking at the temporary road stone slab used to photograph the 'meteorite'... the concrete block, several meters thick and tens of meters long, had now broken in the middle.

Matilda doesn't know how to use a sword...

"No, it's not your fault... If that rock had hit us on the head, someone would have been injured too..."

Seeing Amiya still dawdling and trying to comfort the kitten, Eiva, growing increasingly impatient, stamped her foot. Her wolf ears twitched uncomfortably, echoing the rhythm of the massive Originium stones crashing to the ground around her, as if anxiously calling out:

"We'll talk about that later!! Let's send the express to the mid-level shelter!"

As she spoke, another huge Originium rock crashed into a house in the distance... Only after seeing everyone looking at her did Elva realize that everyone was actually waiting for her to figure out the direction.

But after the core city was separated, all electrical equipment in the entire city was shut down before the engine was started... In the pitch-black streets, the girl could only use the occasional flashes of lightning that streaked across the sky to figure out where she was.

The devastation caused by the natural disaster was just beginning, but the collapsed houses, the uprooted ground, the roads covered with Originium crystals... all of this turned the once familiar city into a place I didn't recognize at all.

Just as the girl looked around in near despair, a local Rhodes Island operator pointed her in the right direction:

"There!! That's 37th Street, leading straight to the Red Hands headquarters... This is John's Mom Supermarket, and there's a staircase in the alley next to it that leads to the middle of the underground section!"

"you……"

Seeing Eiva looking at him with tears in her eyes and a puzzled expression, the Rhodes Island operator pulled her scarf to shield herself from the Originium dust, but spoke with a tone full of pride:

"Don't underestimate the people who deliver over a hundred packages here every day! Are only gang members considered locals?!"

"No...this is a huge help! Everyone, let's go this way!"

The Sarkaz mercenary group's organizational skills were on full display at this moment. With 'Thea' nodding in agreement, the mercenary captain stood beside the 'local girls' and followed their directions, giving commands.

The heavily armored warriors swept away the growing crystals with their shields, while the greatsword users, following behind, used their seemingly slow-moving swords to slice through trees, houses, and all other obstacles in their path.

As for the journey into the middle section, the group, having already coordinated their efforts, progressed much more smoothly than during the evacuation. (Mio)

However, once inside the mobile city, with its crisscrossing maintenance lanes and their clearly coded signs, reaching the shelter without following the road signs would likely be quite a challenge.

But... in areas where no one usually walks, would the government really be so kind as to maintain those signs?

"It's alright... The Red Hands do the maintenance... at least the road leading to the shelter is well-maintained! Here!"

Pointing to what they initially thought was graffiti, but upon closer inspection revealed it to be the Red Hands Gang's logo and directional arrows, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as they were halfway there, another powerful tremor suddenly erupted around them.

Matilda used an invisible hand to prop up the collapsing ceiling, but the shattered walls and bent steel still affected the entire group. Amiya looked at the kitten with concern; the white-haired girl's ears were visibly straining.

"Everyone... get out of here quickly!"

This was Theresa's first time commanding, and even Elva and the trainee officers felt a sense of disorientation. The greatsword users, their bodies intertwined, cleared a path, while snipers warned of the creeping growth on the ground… The heavy shield bearers used their shields to pave the way forward, and even the bespectacled girl who introduced herself as 'Beagle' now seemed to consider herself a blood relative of the Sarkaz. A shield bearing the Columbia logo stood out starkly among the mercenaries' worn-out, Originium-dust-covered gear.

The group quickly left with even better coordination than before. Then, urged on by Amiya's concern, the kitten gently lowered the massive solidified source stone... But as the stone hit the ground, hearing the mournful metallic sound of the middle supporting frame, Elva exclaimed in horror:

"No... even the mid-level senses will be destroyed... What's going on? Just how strong is this catastrophe...?"

"That's why it's called a natural disaster." (8)

After gently rubbing the somewhat despondent child, Theresa reluctantly used Originium Arts again in secret... Judging from her demeanor, Elva seemed to be encouraged by the still calm mercenaries around her, and the girl sniffed and stopped saying those discouraging things.

Meanwhile, the local Rhodes Island operators were frustrated by the severed route: