Chapter 820 I Should Go (Third)

(Super Eight is so beautiful, the last Brian is really tearful)

Seeing Mu Fan gently waving his hand at him and putting a finger to his mouth to keep quiet, Teresa stopped and looked at Mu Fan suspiciously.

Then he saw Mu Fan take off the button on his chest, and put this "button" into his left ear while he was watching.

"Um."

...

"it is good."

...

"I see."

Then take the button off and put it on the chest again.

Mu Fan met Teresa with slightly dazed eyes, and smiled, "Captain, the person who picked me up is here, maybe I want to say goodbye to you."

"What's the meaning!"

"You see, this is a communicator. I came here to perform a mission. The cycle lasts for one month. Now that the mission time has arrived, I should naturally return."

Mu Fan didn't explain more, these contents are enough to explain Mu Fan's origin.

"No wonder, no matter how you look at it, you don't look like a private soldier. Your skills are so good, and where did the information come from... I understand now!"

Teresa suddenly realized.

The other party made up the details by themselves, which saved Mu Fan a lot of effort in explaining.

"In that case, I'm leaving, Captain." Mu Fan stood up and patted the dirt on his pants.

"Shouldn't you say goodbye to everyone?"

"No, these days you just wait quietly for the division to contact you, and see you later."

A group of comrades-in-arms who meet by chance but agree with each other, they are just passers-by, there is no need to make life and death.

"Then where are you going?"

"Go to the agreed place, take care!"

After waving his hand, Mu Fan took his empty backpack and jumped straight down the slope at the entrance of the cave.

When Teresa stood up and looked over, she could only see a figure quickly shuttled through the rocks, and soon disappeared.

"You bastard, you saved my life and left like this!...Take care, I will definitely invite your most beautiful girl when I go to Liuyunxing in the future."

After laughing and cursing, she muttered to herself, Teresa looked at the direction where Mu Mufan disappeared for a long time.

Finally, a soldier came from behind and asked, "Major, brothers are waiting for you."

"By the way, where's Mu Fan?"

"That kid has gone where he should go, all right, come here and listen to me..."

...

Mu Fan walked quickly on the hillside, and the violent wind passed by his ears. Teresa didn't know that their voices actually fell in Mu Fan's ears.

Hearing that the group of comrades-in-arms were always optimistic about everything, the corners of Mu Fan's mouth also slightly twitched.

Although the ability is limited, it feels very good to try to change the fate of the people around me as much as possible.

It was Falcon who had just spoken to him.

From the beginning, he knew that the button on his chest was a communicator and a positioning tool, but the lack of satellites made the locator inaccurate, and it could only mark an approximate area with a diameter of five kilometers.

During the call just now, Falcon designated a location for him, in the open space at the foot of the southwest side of the Fire Hill, where there is a dry lake.

Around 12 noon, they will arrive there.

Then the last sentence came out from the communicator - "Boy, good job."

Mu Fan calculated that it would take about two hours to run there by himself.

It's just that this is a sensitive battlefield area, and the thick and strong electromagnetic turbulence above the head still exists. It is unlikely that the members of the Flying Dragon will come down by spaceship, so how do they come here?

And what will the group of 149 divisions who are like headless chickens do with it?

While Mu Fan was thinking, under the gray sky, a convoy was driving on the uneven road with a cloud of smoke and dust.

An oversized heavy truck and two wheeled armored off-road vehicles.

The window was wide open, and the dynamic music inside kept coming out. One arm rested on the glass of the driver's seat of the heavy truck, revealing a vicissitudes but charming face of a middle-aged man.

Wearing a pair of sunglasses, holding a huge cigar in his mouth, and controlling the steering wheel with one hand, Falcon is laughing heartily.

Next to him is a mature and glamorous "Tyrannosaurus" wearing a tight combat uniform to make his body more prominent.

Looking at the desolate and rolling hills in the distance, feeling the constant shock from the rugged ground, the falcon spit out a series of smoke rings, but they were dissipated by the violent wind as soon as they left their mouths.

"Hahaha, it's really enjoyable. Looking at the open ground and the smell of war in the air, this is the life I want."

There was also knowing laughter from the two off-road vehicles that were speeding side by side.

The gentle-looking Guangbo drives one, and the non-existent Yi also drives one.

As for their passenger seats, there is a swamp for wiping weapons, and the expressionless...

wizard.

"Wizard, our master think tank, show a smiling face, it's rare to relax on the ground, and still be so serious!"

Guangbo glanced helplessly at Falcon, then at the wizard beside him, and whispered into the intercom: "Boss, the wizard is motion sick."

"Hahahaha, motion sickness, I can't help but laugh to death."

Although he didn't look very good, the wizard's pale skin was getting paler at the moment, but it looked even weirder with the blood-colored tooth mask.

Hearing Guangbo's words, the wizard who was silently holding the window to prepare his emotions glanced at the heartless smiling Falcon over there, stretched out a hand and shook it lightly.

A stone on the ground that had just collapsed under the tire suddenly floated up strangely, and then shot towards the driver's window of the heavy truck like an arrow from the string.

Falcon, who stretched his arms just after taking a puff, felt nothing between his fingers, and then saw that his cigar was only left with the small piece between his fingers.

"Bah, I just took three puffs of my premium silver cigar."

Hearing the angry voice of his boss, the convoy burst into laughter again, and even a muffled laugh came from the huge compartment behind the heavy truck.

They are in a very good mood!

Because this time they are going to welcome their new members.

Team S finally needs new blood.

"Boss, the agreed place is ahead."

"Speaking of which, the road is really smooth. By the way, why did the commander of the 149th Division suddenly hang up? He was still on the phone two days ago. This place is really not flat." Falcon saw the dry lake in front of him and was about to stop. .

"It seems that a high-level battle broke out in this area. Mu Fan was able to survive here, and he performed really well."

Guangbo replied that he was also going to follow the deceleration to stop.

However, at this time, the on-board optical brain suddenly beeped to remind.

"What's wrong, Guangbo?"

"Signs of activity around, and it appears to be targeting us."

"Boy Mu Fan?" Falcon poked his head out and took a look, but he didn't see any movement. As for the other side at the foot of the mountain, he couldn't see it.

"No, it's a mechanical target."

After the voice fell, a cloud of dust rose on the other side, more than a dozen rumbling military armored vehicles came, and even eight military mechas.

This group of mechanical troops drove towards him and the others with a clear goal, and the rumbling sound was getting closer and closer.

"The sixth-generation model, the Armor of Titan. This is the Federation's mecha. It seems that this is our friendly army coming?"

Falcon said with a smile, then flicked the heavy truck to a stop, opened the door and jumped off.

"Yes, we came unannounced. Come on guys, say hello to our group of friendly troops."

So the other two off-road vehicles also stopped, and the odd-looking, rather mercenary-style people all got down and stood in a row.

Then he watched the group of mechanical troops stop in front of him with astonishing momentum.