The escape route that Hazal made actually had a destination to his squad members, where the helicopter crashed.
He didn't worry too much about his teammates as they all alone would have been able to solve the crisis of falling from a height very easily.
After all, they were specially trained soldiers.
As long as they weren't hit by a bomb that could annihilate their bodies in the blink of an eye, they wouldn't just perish.
After getting a fuzzy research subject. Hazal was running around in random patterns to trick the tracking of Neisser's team of members.
Even though Hazal was curious as to why there had to be a Neisser Society member in a place so far from their base, he could only focus back on his main mission.
Those who tried to distract him, were all bullies.
"Leave him to us." A static voice that had the voice of a robot, emitted from the green colored Mecha in front of them.
The most troublesome bully has finally appeared.
Mecha Type-23 is a 3 meter thick Mecha that focuses on explosive power and endurance in dealing with extreme environments.
Their shell defenses are very hard and hard to break. Plus because Mechas type-23 were specially made for tropical regions like the country of Atlantis, they were extremely airtight.
Most of the Mecha of this type are the big killers of Atlantis transfusions, all of which are focused on the water elemental realm.
"Can we discuss, let's take down the weapons first."
Actually, this is not necessary.
The condition of the discussion is when both parties have equal strengths, and have relatively stable conditions.
Of course, Hazal is the most disadvantaged party here.
Mechas type-23 are special Mechas that are controlled remotely. Which means there is no operator at all in it.
So, even if Hazal dies and explodes because the Hore inside his body goes out of control, all the Mechas here won't get any negative effects at all.
Moreover, since this Mecha was specially designed to fight against water element type transfusion, the current Hazal somehow had the imagination that he was fighting an AK-47 armed knight in the boxing arena with a kitchen knife in his hand.
This is really very unprofitable.
"BANG BANG BANG!"
Raised his free left hand and began to spread a mist of water vapor around him. Hazal and Linc's bodies were covered by thick fog, and machine gun bullets passed through the ground one after another without hitting the target.
"Enable infrared vision."
Change the prefective and enable infrared vision. The figures of Hazal and Linc appeared in the red colored image, and the Mechas who had been waiting, started pointing their heavy machine guns towards it.
The green colored mecha, which had many scratch marks on its outer protective shell, saw that the human which had a bright red color, snapped its fingers in the air.
"CLAK!"
The entire mist suddenly turned bright red!
Their vision was blocked once again!
"What are you doing... It's so hot in here..." Linc was sweating, and he felt like a fish in a pressure cooker.
"You don't have to worry about your safety. My mission is to bring you back into the base to be recaptured. and they seem to have the same mission as me. As long as you're by my side, they won't dare to use a heavyweight weapon like a bullet bomb to injure you."
"...You are clever boy." Linc was speechless.
It felt like his body was flying upwards and began to leave the ground very quickly. Linc saw Hazal running in the thick fog he created, and this made Linc's head spin.
Hazal probably knew where he was running to because this mist itself was an extension of his body. However for Linc, he couldn't see at all.
His field of vision was drastically reduced, which was only two meters, and the rest was complete darkness.
This mist can actually block the sun.
Seeing Hazal running to and fro while avoiding and fending off the hail of bullets that accidentally hit the direction of their escape. Linc began to think about the future.
Being arrested by the global government is fine actually for Linc. Apart from being able to make sure his father is still alive or not, the care provided by them is also very decent.
Perhaps the guard in which he was confined would get thicker and tighter. If that really happened, Linc would have to give up on this freedom of expression he had just gained.
However, if he was caught by the LOVE Association, then Linc would be better off committing suicide.
Although they didn't want to kill themselves for now, Linc was very confident in the service they would provide in the future. That must be the worst.
They are very likely to wave and slap in the face with a train ticket to eternal death with a friendly smile.
Death, it's really very bad service.
"...I don't know where you're headed now, however, don't give up! Don't lose to them!" Linc is encouraging.
"Hmm, thank you."
Reach the most favorable consensus. The two of them could work together for a while, and not cause trouble for each other.
After all, enemies can become friends in some situations. And their current condition, is very fitting.
As hazal becomes the lord of the mist and continues to expand his domain the mist gets bigger and bigger to fool the LOVE Association's Mecha quest. In one place, Maister is again interrogating one of the soldiers they conquered.
"D-Don't... don't do that flickering light again! I... My head is going to explode!!!"
"No."
He took off his gloves and continued to emit an extremely bright multicolored light in the palm of his hand. Maister grasped the face of the white soldier, and the person continued to scream in excruciating pain.
His body began to convulse for a moment.
"What did he do?" Even though Raina was still worried, she could only calm her heart, and looked around for useful information.
Cheasy replied: "That's epilepsy. Maister uses a very fast alternation of colored light to stimulate tiny electrical impulses in the brain. Technically, this is a very friendly torture method."
Seeing the soldier screaming in pain and his body starting to convulse like a stroke patient. Raina didn't know why the torture method had such a "very friendly" class division method.
Take out the medicine, and give it to the soldier. Maister waited a few minutes for his epilepsy symptoms to fade, and he finally patted the soldier on the cheek very lightly.
"Hiiiiii!!!!"
But the white-faced human warrior made a frightened expression, just like seeing a ghost in a horror scene.
His face grew paler.
"Tell me all you know. If not, we can have another therapy session." Said Maister with a friendly smile.
"Y-Yeah!!!!"
The soldier squirmed uncomfortably.
He was like a frightened little girl.