I, the Equipment Forger

Du Bin followed Amiya's gaze and saw the girl Amiya was looking at, and he probably gradually understood.

"Is it because she is a third party?" Dubin tried to ask.

Amiya hummed: "Yes, since the child does not belong to the integration movement, he does not belong to the infected.

Maybe we can protect each other from the city in the future!Instructor Dubin, you said that Kelsey had invited craftsmen, so our relationship between Rhodes Island and her should be a step closer. "

Du Bin pondered, since the doctor disappeared, if the child's mature words were exposed, she couldn't help but sigh that a person can grow up so fast.

However, Amiya sometimes seems too kind, such as in front of her——

"Amiya, I know what you want to express. But the situation ahead is too chaotic. The doctor has just been rescued not long ago. We may be able to protect ourselves, but the doctor is different.

If a stranger is invited in and an accident occurs, the situation can be very serious. "

Compared with Amiya's simple idea of ​​"the enemy of an enemy is a friend", Dubin has more practical considerations.

According to Linguang's information, assuming that the weapons created by that craftsman have the ability to approach magic like the integration movement cadre codenamed 'Kingslayer', then the sudden appearance of the armed girl may be a big help.

But relatively speaking, once a conflict of ideas occurs, it is also a huge trouble.

This kind of unstable factor, under the premise that their team of aiding the doctor seems scattered at the moment, it is best not to recruit them.

Amiya thought for a while, and said rationally: "But, it will be troublesome for her to continue to face this group of integration movement operators alone? And we will also encounter difficulties in the future.

Instructor Dupin, we need her strength, and she needs our strength!Seeing the battle just now, the child also has his own will. "

"Amiya...?"

Amiya: "What's more, we don't know whether there will be another blockade ahead after passing this blockade line. If we continue to waste time, we will be caught up by the integration movement personnel sooner or later.

That being the case, we should gather our strength quickly, and... I also want to meet Mr. Craftsman through that girl! "

The little girl should have existed on the outside like a mascot, but at this moment, she showed a completely different attitude.

But even so, the medical staff and Dubin behind her didn't feel anything wrong, as if they had already seen Amiya like this.

Du Bin stared blankly at the girl in front of him, and after a short silence, he hummed silently: "Understood, I obey your orders, Amiya!"

Medical operator: "Eh? Are we going up? Will we be treated as terrorists...Amiya!?"

The medical operator hadn't finished speaking when he saw Amiya standing out from the subdued flames of war.

Du Bin secretly sighed helplessly: "Follow up!"

Amiya appeared from Rhodes Island's transport vehicle, and hurriedly followed behind Misha who had already walked to the flower bed.

"Wait a minute, please." Amiya said forcefully.

Misha was wearing a bulletproof helmet with goggles. She turned slightly and looked behind her. The Type 40 tactical knife and grenade launcher in her hand were subconsciously aimed at Amiya.

Amiya waved her hand quickly: "Wait, I mean no harm."

Misha's expression under the helmet flashed a trace of doubt, and she calmly asked her peers in front of her, "What's your purpose?"

Before Amiya could speak, Instructor Dubin and the medical operator behind her came over.

"This kid needs your help and wants to help you!"

Amiya responded, "That's right."

"Help? You don't even know the origin." Misha's face was very vigilant.

"We are employees from Rhode Island Biopharmaceuticals. This is Amiya, who is currently our leader." Dubin introduced Amiya to the side.

"Rhode Island... I seem to have heard of this name somewhere." Misha murmured suspiciously to herself, her eyes still puzzled: "What do you mean when you ask me to help me and also help you?"

Amiya glanced at Misha's calf hesitantly: "You are also an infected person, and so are we... I hope that in this battle, we can support each other to survive and protect our important people."

Misha stared at the girl who was about the same age as her in surprise. Is the girl also an infected person?

However, there is actually such an organization active in the battlefield, recruiting homeless infected people one by one?

The main theme of war is to evoke blood and fear, and in an overly extreme environment, it will also produce a rescuer-like existence...

The mutual help mentioned by the girl in front of me may not be as good as the saint mentioned by Mr. Liugong, but it did give Misha a short-term psychological shock.

"But I still have wounded companions," Misha said.

Amiya was taken aback, and immediately replied: "You can go together, the greater the number of people, the greater the confidence..."

Misha said fearfully, "You don't intend to use Mr. No. 3 and Mr. No. 4 as hostages, do you?"

"Eh? No way..." Amiya quickly waved her hands.

Now it was Misha's turn to be silent.

Is there really such a savior in the world, Mr. Rokunomiya...

"How about it?"

Misha shook her head: "I want to discuss this with Mr. 3 and Mr. 4."

After finishing speaking, she walked to the flower bed in silence, walked up the steps step by step, looked at the figure at the transport truck below, and suddenly her expression froze: "..."

At the same time, Broken Bone was stunned standing in the transport vehicle: "I... finally found you."

"En!" Misha rushed down from the sky, and Bone Broken stepped forward step by step.