851 Patrol 1 (1/2)

”War Academy? Is that the academy in the Egret Block?” asked Garen while looking at the Level Two individual.

He had a kind and sincere face, slightly tanned skin, and looked very serious. However, a look of concealed dishonesty was faintly seeping out of his narrow eyes.

”Reporting, sir! My name is Alexander!”

”Regardless of what you were called previously, you will be given new serial numbers and code names now. Choose the name of an animal to be used with your allocated number. Come up with the names on your own,” Garen raised his wristwatch and pressed it gently. A rustling noise could be heard as the serial numbers of the fifteen members and himself were distributed quickly.

Seconds later, the serial numbers were determined and transmitted to them respectively.

His animal prefix was ”lion” and his group was known as the lion's pride while Garen was called Lion No. 1. Meanwhile, the other members arranged themselves according to their power rankings until No. 16.

While looking at the row of soldiers who were standing in front of him, Garen was not completely sure how to arrange them as he had never actually been enlisted in the military before. However, he only needed to achieve his aim and the priority of this task was to complete the patrol and hunt down the enemy that would probably appear. The territory had already been confirmed and this entire area, as well as its surroundings, was their responsibility now.

”Listen up, in busy areas and places where there are endless streams of people, you are not authorized to collide with others carelessly at high speeds in order to avoid accidentally injuring the masses. All of you have Magnetic Cords, so cast them outwards when you encounter the enemy and lock them down while waiting for support. Do all you can to avoid injuring civilians!” Garen followed the first criteria and began assigning the tasks. Although the people before him were aware of this already, he was still obligated to emphasize certain things once again. In the event that an innocent bystander was hurt, he would still be partially responsible even if the damage was not caused by his own actions, but by one of his subordinate members.

The rules comprised of not injuring the common people, not destroying buildings carelessly, and not leaving the patrol grounds without permission. They would also need to report before leaving the group. He was prepared to move the group at any moment when the alarms at various positions sounded.

More than ten minutes had passed before every single rule had been listed out.

”Everyone, assign yourselves to your fixed territories now and report to me immediately if you encounter any situations!”

Garen passed the maps which had been marked with the specific areas to each of his fifteen group members. Other than himself who would be patrolling from place to place, the others would guard a fixed area within a certain range. They would report and communicate with each other after a fixed duration of time to indicate that there were no problems.

On the drill grounds, once the fifteen Mechs were assigned to specific territories, they rose into the sky and dispersed, flying in all four directions.

Garen stood on the drill grounds and single-handedly pulled out a broadsword that he had prepared earlier before waving it around casually.

”Although it's not that smooth, it was still made with pretty good materials.”

This was his first task. If he completed it successfully, his collaborations with the military would gradually increase in the future. He would even be able to get a job and wages in the military much earlier without even having to graduate. This was also one of the main ways for the military to win over the students of Blackboard Academy.

Although the military and the Academy had a relationship of subordination, the military had actually been under the command of a different ringleader all along. This ringleader represented a large group of Elites that had previously left a specific faction of the academy. Even though their high-end powers were no match for the Academy, their numbers exceeded the Academy's greatly. Therefore, the military had high hopes for these exceptional individuals.

”The students who practiced the Crouched Eagle Talon would probably be influenced by certain Training Methods, causing them to become belligerent and aggressive. This would be in line with the military's style. Therefore, both sides would be able to work well with each other. If this task was given to another organization other than Eagle's Nest, the other groups would not necessarily be able to obtain a patrolling task like this.”

When Garen's mind finally comprehended everything, he sheathed his broadsword and glanced at his communication device and noticed that his group members had almost arrived at their respective patrolling spots.

He only needed to wait for his team members to report their situations at any time. After that, they would change their patrol areas slightly after a certain period of time.

After resting on the drill grounds for more than ten minutes, Garen piloted his Mech and soared into the sky. He flew towards the area where the first member, No. 2 was currently patrolling.

He passed over a street where there were bustling crowds. He could occasionally see white spider-shaped super-miniature Mech policemen. These human-controlled miniature Mechs were entrusted to solve issues pertaining to public security. Each of these white spiders was more than three meters tall and were Mechs that constantly patrolled at the sides of the streets while moving slowly.

There were two sidewalks closer to the center that were filled with clusters of office workers and vegetable vendors. Elementary and junior high school students on their way to class could occasionally be seen mixed in the crowd. Closer to the middle where the center of the road was located were streams of different types of vehicles. There were little push carts, electric motorcycles, and most of all, bicycles, followed by the scooters that were mostly used by the working class.

The cacophony of beeping and honking noises of car horns filled his ears and students squealed and joked loudly while electric bicycle bells chimed, motorcycle engines roared and vendors argued loudly. The noises mixed with one another and formed a picture of the daily life on this entire street.

Students would occasionally cast gazes of admiration at the Mechs that flew past them. Meanwhile, deep looks that indicated a strong sense of security could be seen in the eyes of the people that were walking down the street whenever they saw a Patrol Mech by the road.

The Black Mech that Garen was piloting flew in front of a building on the right side of the street slowly. His silenced engine would not make awful noises as long as he was not using the highest power output.

Blue flames shot out of the back of the black human-shaped Mech as it moved forward along the street slowly.

There was a stretch of motley people and cars below. Instantly, the Black Mech which was wielding two knives in its hands appeared within Garen's field of vision. On the custom heavy landing platform at the side of the street, Alexander, who was also known as member No. 2, was placed in a large, chaotic area where the foot traffic was highest because he was a professional whose strength was only second to Garen.

When he saw Garen approaching, Alexander made a deep bow. He straightened the palm of his right hand and placed it sideways against his left shoulder in a brief yet energetic manner.

”Sir!”

”Yes, always guard the Mechs with your full attention. You can relax slightly. Don't be too anxious because our unit is set to guard this place for an entire day,” Garen reminded him.