Legend of the chosen ones: Beyond Destiny Chapter 1192 608: The Good Days in the Trench Never End (Par

The good days started, just like that.

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BOOM!!!

On the desolate and barren street, amidst the deafening noise, countless bricks and stones flew in the blast wave, a fiery blast shot into the sky, and the ground was in a ss under the shrill sirens.

The raging flas had already engulfed the armored vehicle, and thick black smoke rose from the burning shell. Not far away, walls collapsed, and the screams were incessant.

"How are we supposed to live like this?"

In a dizzying haze, Liang Mo panted heavily, his vision darkened repeatedly, his ears buzzed nonstop, and he instinctively cursed aloud, unable to hear his own voice.

What happened?

He tried hard to recall, to rember where exactly he was.

A mission to escort and protect key mbers of the Temporary Governnt to the residence. While waiting, it seed a teammate reached out and teased a... a stray dog passing by to pee?

Then what?

Then, the stray dog exploded.

Along with the explosives in its stomach.

The blast had enough power to send their entire squad into oblivion but failed to achieve the effect—amidst the piercingly sharp sound, at the forefront of the explosion, stood the Peacekeeping Cat with its giant shield and tal foam, its appearance unrecognizable.

In the first instant, before everyone could react, it kicked the stray dog flying and brutishly dragged the armored off-road vehicle in front of them, spraying a massive amount of tallic foam from its body, blocking most of the pressure and impact.

At this mont, amidst the screeching noise, it turned back with difficulty; on the shattered screen, the familiar emoticons were no longer visible, only sparks and black smoke constantly erging.

It lifted its hand, showing him a thumbs up.

Liang Mo had no ti to respond, he raised his gun, and surveyed the surroundings vigilantly.

He reported the situation over the radio and only relaxed when reinforcents arrived, confirming no snipers were around.

"Gou Zi, well done, I owe you again this ti!"

He limped, escorting the Peacekeeping Cat onto the Coastal Industry's maintenance transport vehicle, and patted its tal shell: "Honestly, after retiring, do you want to co back with to open a restaurant? I sell boxed als to support you, how about it? If you don't say anything, I'll take that as a yes?"

The tallic hand twitched, rose up, and flipped him the bird.

"Who taught it that crap?"

Liang Mo's face turned green: "Don't let catch who it was, huh!"

Imdiately, everyone around burst into laughter.

They laughed uncontrollably.

Soon, a brand new Peacekeeping Cat leapt off the maintenance vehicle; amidst cheers, a cat emoji lit up on its head display, showing everyone a thumbs up again.

Back to full health!

After the engineers inside the vehicle confird that the black box, including the motherboard, was intact, they replaced it with a backup body. Since the body was damaged beyond repairable value, they took it back for a scrapping process directly.

Anyway, the Military Departnt foots the bill, no need to skimp. And for them, such a small amount of money to avoid the loss of an entire elite team, it was a bargain. Compensation alone cost more than this, right!

The only regret was that after swapping to a new body, the custom paintwork and decorations everyone previously arranged went to waste and needed repainting.

It just so happened that everyone was already bored with the old graffiti, and they were eager to show off their artistic bacteria.

Even though the higher-ups repeatedly commanded not to scribble on the distributed Peacekeeping Cats, the related graffiti stubbornly persisted and grew more intense; even competitions and voting started among the fill-in-baby troops.

Even the Peacekeeping Cats themselves enjoyed it.

Over ti, depending on the different levels of interaction and the team's atmosphere, each cat's aesthetics and preferences gradually shifted; so cats liked 3D graphics, so liked 2D, while so liked the scantily-clad furry art... and so liked writing swear words on themselves, pointing at them when encountering sothing to consider it cursed out.

After a short adaptation, they blended perfectly into the team. After all, such lively and cute, lifesaving assistants who could help you carry a fridge and give you a soda any ti are impossible not to like.

Not just in patrol and maintaining security, their astonishing learning capability occurred in all aspects; now it's said that under the idle and bored soldiers' guidance, so cats even started learning to repair vehicles.

Soldiers resistant or rejecting them, as ti passed, had to admit: this little thing is damn useful.

It's simply the only decent equipnt from the Military Departnt in recent years.

Now on the streets of Tower City, Peacekeeping Cats are ubiquitous, patrolling back and forth with the Federation forces, and even locals gradually grew accustod to these non-lethal, weaponless behemoths.

When encountering any unexpected situation or traffic accident, they even lend a hand.

Safe and harmless.

The bewildered Spirit Cats follow behind humans, quietly gazing at this cruel world, diving into the most perilous explosive material handling and dangerous area searching tasks.

In bullets' and explosions' greetings, they gradually learn and familiarize themselves.

In contrast to the cats' perpetual cheerfulness, from the Federation to the Empire, every bottom-tier worker and fill-in baby is exhausted and despairing.

But even with the Peacekeeping Cats, maintaining security in Tower City remains an increasingly troubleso and disgusting job.