In the last days, I became the young former commander

"I don't hate thank you. Please continue to make informed decisions. Now, it's time for me to investigate the facilities around here."

The black M4 immediately cut off the communication.

Chapter 81 Commanding power of agents

"Agent, go back to the base, I have a task for you tonight."

After finishing the communication with M4, MoBank contacted the agent.

"Yes, Master."

After half an hour.

The agent dressed as a maid walked into Longyu Civil Security Company elegantly and dignifiedly.

Even though the massacre mission was carried out outside for a week, there was still not a single trace of blood or dust on the maid's outfit.

"Master, I'm back."

"Oh! Let me give you a hug! Long time no see."

Mo Yin pulled the agent into his arms and enjoyed the facial cleanser.

"Did you awaken the new Xp again, did you call me back just to deal with your desire?"

The agent looked down at Moyin expressionlessly.

"Where is it, I just haven't seen you for too long to give you a warm hug."

"So what's the real mission?"

"It's like this. The AR team has established the central coordinates of the city of the curse, but the density of gastrulation over there is very high, so we need to invest in great forces."

"I obtained 66 dragoons from the Iron Blood recruitment last time. They don't have the awareness of autonomous combat, so I want you to remotely control these dragoons to clean up gastritis."

"I understand. Please take out these dragoon units, and I will control them to their destination."

"Well, let me go to the destination with you. It would be too conspicuous to have such a large number of specially dressed mechanical soldiers in the city, and the dragoons also need a lot of ammunition supplies."

Mo Yin said with a smile.

The tactical dolls around him basically spend close to a million resource points on strengthening various combat modules, even using melee knives can also deal with Gastrea below Tier [-].

However, the dragoons recruited by Iron Blood had to rely on the power of firearms to destroy Gastrea.

As for low-level soldier ants like chopsticks, they can only be used for scouting, and even the first-order gastroenteria cannot be eliminated.

This is mainly because the size of the first-order gastritis is about several meters, and chopsticks that can only be equipped with a pistol are difficult to cause fatal injuries to these gastrulations.

"I see, let's go now."

The agent urged.

"416, I'll go out with my agent, and I'll leave the housekeeping to you. If someone from the IISO comes to ask about Tendo Kigeng's investigation, you can deal with it."

"Ok."

Moyin and the agent drove the car to the outer area.

"By the way, agent, will controlling 66 dragoons at one time make your computing power difficult?"

While driving the car, Moyin asked with concern.

"Please don't worry, I am a tactical doll specially designed to coordinate iron-blooded units. When a unit like a dragoon is fully loaded, my computing power can command [-] units. Even a low-level unit like an ant can command [-] units There is no problem at all.”

"As long as the number does not exceed [-] units, it will not affect my normal combat power."

The agent replied with ease.

"Wow, it's really amazing."

Moyin let out a burst of exclamation. He felt that he could use two knives at the same time to achieve the dual purpose, which is considered good. How could he think that he was not even a scum when compared with the agent.

"Master, you seem very unwilling?"

The agent who observed Moyin's expression asked.

"Well, I'm a little depressed. You can control so many combat units at the same time, but I can only use two knives well. Fortunately, I am still complacent about my reflexes..."

Mo Yin said sadly.

"Ah, in this regard, the Dragoon itself is equipped with an attack lock module and an enemy tracking module. I just give simple orders, and I don't know how to conduct real-time combat control."

The agent comforted him calmly.

"That's amazing. Humans like me are definitely inferior to you in this respect."

Mo Yin said disappointedly.

Suddenly there was a soft touch on his cheek, and he knew very well that this feeling was brought by the agent's soft lips.

Moyin turned his head to look at the agent in surprise. The agent has always commanded and acted according to his orders. This is the first time he has encountered such a sudden and spontaneous behavior.

"Through the Internet access to this world, I learned that men will seek comfort from women after their self-esteem is damaged. Doing so seems to make you happier. What do you think?"

Seeing Moyin's confused eyes, the agent explained with a blank face.

"Very happy! More!"

Moyin instantly forgot the sense of loss, who cares about being kissed by a cute agent.

"I think you should drive the vehicle well, otherwise we will hit a pillar 30 meters away. There are still many obstacles on this road that have not been dealt with."

The agent opened his mouth to remind, and Moyin quickly turned his eyes back to the front, narrowly dodging the collapsed electric pole.

"Ahahahaha."

Mo Yin let out a few dry laughs to cover up the embarrassment in his heart.

"Speaking of which, what level of Gastrea do you think the Dragoons can deal with?"

Moyin asked curiously.

Ever since Jagged recruited 66 dragoons, he has no place or time to test the combat effectiveness of the dragoons. This time he wants to go with the agent to fight the AR team. On the one hand, he wants to see the combat effectiveness of the dragoons with his own eyes.

Of course, on the other hand, he was afraid that the agent would conflict with the three-reformed M4, and with himself by his side, he would be able to stop it in time even if it happened.

Another point is that if there are more than four gastroenterates around, he can go there and clean them up.

"A single dragoon in the second stage of the Gastrea is not a big problem, unless you encounter a Gastrea with a strong outer skin such as a turtle factor or a crocodile factor."

"Glassenteria with weaker genetic factors integrated into the third stage can also be eliminated through the joint efforts of a few dragoons."

"The four-stage gastritis needs to consume a lot of dragoons to eliminate it. This kind of loss is very wasteful. I don't recommend using the dragoons to deal with the four-stage gastritis."

Agents were quick to give their comments.

"Okay, if you find a gastritis in the fourth stage, please inform M4 and Sixteen Pigeons. They both carry portable Jupiter cannons, so it should be no problem to deal with them together."

Moyin nodded in satisfaction. The only thing that made him feel a little regretful was that the output rate of dragoons was really too low, less than a few dozen out of a thousand iron-blood summons.

In addition, it is impossible to obtain resource points in this world, and the only thing he can use is the [-] million resource points he has reserved before, otherwise he really wants to get thousands of dragoons controlled by agents. It's cool to think about it.

Chapter 82 Fighting Crazy Dog

On a scorching summer night, SOP2 was walking on a deserted road.

It is said that it is a road, but it has actually been covered by a large number of vegetation infected by the original enterovirus, basically you can no longer see the original appearance.

The moon was covered by dark clouds, and the surroundings were pitch black, but for SOP2 equipped with an infrared thermal module, this environment will not affect her combat effectiveness.

"Is there a base of ammunition left? It's too troublesome not to be able to drop supplies directly. It's almost time to return...well, let's go forward. There should be no enemies on the way back. After all, the enemies along the way have been torn apart by me. It's broken!"

As Gouzi talking to himself walked forward, four small red light spots faintly appeared in the vegetation in the distance. When SOP2 raised the muzzle of the gun, a shuttle made bullets and flew out.

The four small dots of light suddenly dimmed.

But the gunshots immediately attracted a large number of Gastrea around, and pairs of scarlet pupils appeared in the dark night.

"Ah, that's right, come on, come on!!! Come all over, don't make me wait too long."

SOP2 laughed and pulled the trigger, and with every gunshot, a pair of pupils lost their light.

"Ha! The 370th and second one, this time must be the most enemy I have eliminated!"

When there were no more light spots around, Gouzi showed an obsessed smile on his face.

At this moment, the vines at SOP2's feet suddenly and quickly wrapped around SOP's calf and lifted SOP upside down, immediately lifting SOP upside down into the air.

"Oh! This is really good."

SOP2, who was suspended in the air, didn't panic, but pulled out a red dagger from his thigh in an instant, then swung up his upper body abruptly with the strength of his waist, and deftly cut the vines wrapped around his calf with the red dagger in his hand.

Two piranhas with huge mouths above the SOP that fell to the ground by gravity collided with each other, and the white fangs made a clicking sound.

Without food, the two piranhas gnawed towards the ground where SOP2 was like a huge meteor hammer.

"I treat you to a good meal! You ugly, brainless rotten flower!"

SOP2 rolled to avoid the bite of two piranhas, and at the same time threw a grenade into the giant mouth of piranhas with a raised left hand.

With a muffled bang, a large number of plant fragments splashed into the air, and green sap splashed onto SOP2's combat uniform, making a sizzling corrosion sound.

SOP2 pulled off the rapidly corroded sleeve, and in the next second seven or eight vines rolled towards SOP2 like poisonous snakes.

"It's really troublesome. I should have brought some Molotov cocktails."

Lifting the branding weapon and shooting a shuttle of homemade bullets to repel the vines attacking him, SOP2 ran towards the stronghold selected by the black M4 without saying a word.

A few seconds later, SOP2, which was out of the gastrula, heard the sound of countless vines violently hitting the ground. This time, it gradually slowed down, took out the last magazine from the pocket and replaced it, and then put the empty magazine into the pocket middle.

"It's so dangerous, I almost ran out of bullets, ah, I really envy the commander who can carry endless ammunition on his body..."

SOP2 started the return journey while muttering.

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At three o'clock in the morning, Moyin drove the vehicle to the location marked by the black M4.

As soon as Moyin parked the vehicle next to the heavy truck, the black M4 jumped off the heavy truck with the branded weapon in hand, and the branded weapon also locked the position of the driver's seat immediately.

Moyin quickly stepped on the brake and lowered the window.

"Don't shoot, it's me."

Hearing Silent Silver's voice, the black M4 put down the imprinted weapon in his hand.

Moyin and the agent got out of the car.

"Commander, where is the support echelon? What are you two doing here?"

The black M4 frowned, a little confused as to why Moyin brought an agent here.

Even if Moyin's personal strength is good, she doesn't think that Moyin's strength alone can change anything in this large-scale clean-up task.

"Don't worry, the units in charge of support are all placed in my space. The ones who come to support are not tactical dolls, but the more expensive combat units among the iron-blooded units, the dragoons."

Mo Yin raised his hand, and six rows of heroic dragoons quickly appeared behind him.

The black M4 subconsciously raised the imprinted weapon to lock on to the dragoons, but controlled itself for a moment and put down the imprinted weapon again.

"Dragon cavalry, it is indeed suitable for large-scale support."

The black M4 nodded in satisfaction.

After Moyin released the dragoons and boxes of standard weapons and ammunition, the agent touched the dragoons one by one and began to establish an authorization authentication system.

Soon, the dragoons who had been touched by the agent picked up their weapons uniformly, and then began to prepare ammunition supplies on their bodies.

"What about the sixteen pigeons?"

Moyin looked around curiously, and he only felt that there was only one tactical figure in this area, M4.

"I arranged for them to start cleaning up the gastritis. Sixteen pigeons went to ensure that the children who were responsible for building the city had clean water to go to the upper reaches of the nearby river."

"Considering that building a large city requires a lot of food and water, as well as energy for cooking water and cooking, these are not things I'm good at considering. Commander, do it yourself."

The black M4 quickly reported back.

"Okay, after I go back, I will ask Glenna to prepare the living supplies as soon as possible. First, clear out a safe area that can be used as a warehouse, and then bring a group of children who have quoted my blood to start building the living area."

Mo Yin nodded and said.

"This kind of non-combat mission is not what I am good at, please make your own decision."