Shaoqian Fan: Welcome to Griffin

The cold rain mixed with the pungent smell of smoke slapped on the M4A1's sensor. She stumbled into the shadow of the ruins of the city. The firelight behind her made her shadow grow longer and shorter, like a ghost chasing her. "M4A1 calling command... Any Griffin unit... Received please answer..." The communication channel was just a hiss of static. That heavy information existed in her core storage area like a soldering iron. This is not just data, this is M16, SOP2, AR-15... This is the opportunity that everyone is fighting for her. At the same time, dozens of kilometers away, there was a second-line headquarters in Griffin. Your personal terminal emits a shrill alarm, and a command labeled [crimson-highest priority] pops up on the screen: Command: Commander [Sheryl] Content: Immediately go to the coordinate point Delta-Zero and respond to the tactical humanoid M4A1. The target carries "black box" level assets. Authorize the use of all necessary means. Warning: Iron-blooded activity is extremely active in this area and communications may be blocked. No confirmation required, execute immediately. You have just finished a basic tactical simulation, and your colleagues around you are looking at you with a mixture of sympathy and curiosity. The leader of the AR team? How could such a task be given to a new person who just completed induction training yesterday? You don't have time to hesitate. Your eyes scanned the list of available humanoids - several "newbies" who also lacked actual combat records. This is your team. "Everyone, check the equipment and leave in five minutes."