Chapter 182 Black Snake Mercenary Group! Death!

   Inside a half-collapsed abandoned building.

   Karl, who was lying on the side of the broken fence, held the sniper rifle in his hand and aimed at the street 800 meters away. From time to time, he pulled the trigger to clear out the targets exposed outside the bunker.

   The field of vision here is very wide, the whole street is shrouded under his muzzle, even a mouse can't escape his eyes if he wants to sneak in here.

   "The 5th... Die!"

In the    scope, a survivor carrying a bazooka exploded a string of blood mist from the back of his head. The survivor next to him seemed to be startled, but he didn't panic. He immediately bent down and picked up the bazooka in his hand, and hid in the bunker with the others.

   "This group of mice that can't be killed...how many more are there!"

   cursed secretly, Karl took a deep breath, skillfully pulled the bolt out of the cartridge case, began to look for the next target, and continued to pull the trigger to fire.

   Team C has already come into contact with the enemy and is engaged in a fierce exchange of fire with the local survivors.

  The battle situation at the entrance of the Garden Street subway station was terrifying and abnormal. The bullets of the machine guns woven a death net on the empty street!

   However, the intensive firepower did not scare the survivors, and even if their teammates were beaten into shattered sieves, they would still attack heroically.

   This made Carl feel unbelievable. He couldn't imagine what kind of courage it was, let alone what made them so brave and not afraid of death.

   Even though he had successfully suppressed at least 3 squads and held back at least a dozen people, the situation of squad C did not improve, and was still dragged into a hard fight by the crowd tactics of these survivors.

  The voice of teammates came from the communication channel.

   "Damn, I've already shot a drum, if it wasn't in the northern suburbs, I would have thought our opponent was 'Tide'!"

   "Carl! How many people did you see!"

"Forty... no, maybe fifty," Carl said, licking his cracked lips as he aimed at his prey, "you better prepare for a tough fight, as far as I can see. The target is just like an ant!"

   "Grass! I haven't heard that there are so many survivors in the northern suburbs, are they all here?!"

"perhaps."

   Iron Fist Bazooka, "Ripper" rifle, and the Legion's ancestral 60cm bayonet!

   Looking at these familiar equipment, Carl's eyelids jumped wildly, and he always had an ominous premonition.

   He can be sure that they are not from the Legion, so there is only one possibility that they have defeated the Legion at least once in a frontal battle!

   Even if it's just the remnants of the Legion!

   With these cannon fodder alone, it is impossible to defeat the Legion on the frontal battlefield, unless they have other cards.

   At this moment, there was a movement from downstairs.

  As a professional scout in the team, Carl's nerves instantly tensed, he immediately put away his sniper rifle, pulled out the pistol inserted in his waist, and lowered his footsteps and approached the door.

   The movement downstairs seemed to disappear.

   Most of the walls here are damaged, and only the load-bearing wall is barely intact. Most of the rest of the space has become a paradise for aliens. In addition to gnawing, there are also some mutant mice and cockroaches.

   He didn't clean up the entire building of aliens.

   But he was sure that the movement was definitely not from a different species!

   Thinking of the target of the suspected awakened person he saw yesterday, Carl felt that his heart had already raised his throat.

  The surroundings were quiet and silent.

   He was so quiet that he could even hear his own heartbeat.

   Watching the signal lights flashing frantically on the communication channel, a drop of cold sweat slid down Carl's forehead.

   He knew that he couldn't delay here, and he had to move to a new sniping point as soon as possible to provide support for the C team that was struggling!

   can only take the initiative to attack!

   With a sigh in his heart, he grabbed the pistol, carefully walked out of the room, and touched the next room. There was a two-step-wide hole that could descend directly to the floor below.

   Listening to the sound of movement, it should be near the safe passage. After going down, as long as you pass through the corridor to the entrance of the safe passage, you can kill them from behind by surprise!

   His feet touched the ground, and Carl squatted down, but just as he was about to get close to the wall, an arrow flew over his head!

"Grass!"

  The shocked Karl cursed angrily. He reached out of the cover and fired three shots in the direction of the arrow. With the other hand, he pulled out the grenade without hesitation and threw it forward.

  Boom—!

The    fragmentation grenade detonated, and the shrapnel raged in the empty hall, attracting gnaws in the next room.

  Karl didn't panic at all, the number of people on the opposite side was unknown, and there was only one person on his side. The more chaotic the situation, the better it would be for him.

   This is also the reason why he did not remove the alien species on the adjacent floors!

   When necessary, those gnaws will be his most reliable shield, covering him as he moves from floor to floor!

   Just then, another cold arrow flew past his head and nailed it to the concrete wall behind him.

  Karl sneered in his heart.

   Bow and arrow?

   What age is this, and people still use such primitive weapons. Dare to challenge yourself without even having a gun, really tired of living!

   "Aside from sneak attacks, are you all that good at—"

   Before the last half syllable was out, a loud explosion came from behind Carl. He didn't notice that the arrow shot earlier had three thumb-thick round tubes tied to the side of the arrow body.

The   3X50g charge exploded instantly, and the 3X20 steel **** exploded like a shower, sweeping across the room. Unprepared, Carl's back was blown into a **** mess, and he screamed in pain.

"what-!"

   A scream and blood were squeezed out of Carl's throat.

   In the smoke, a figure came towards him.

   Almost instinctively, Karl reluctantly raised his pistol and fired several shots at the man, but he only saw a string of sparks from the bullet hitting the man's breastplate, and it was like a tickling that didn't hurt the slightest.

   The magazine is empty.

   Despair was written on Carl's face.

   The man walked in front of him, lightly reached out and grabbed his right hand holding the gun, and took the pistol off his hand with ease.

   and crushed his wrist.

   Looking at the red-named target who was curled up and wailing on the ground like a maggot, Lao Bai lowered his head and glanced at the scratches on his breastplate, and couldn't help but praise.

   "Damn it, this armor is so useful too!"

   As expected of the armor that the manager has used!

   Ordinary bullets can't penetrate at all!

   At most, add a few more medals of honor to his breastplate!

   The gust of wind that came from the next room with a javelin in his hand, glanced at the man who was curled up on the ground and screamed.

"What is he saying?"

   Fang Chang: "Probably begging for mercy? That's how it is usually shot in movies."

   Lao Bai looked at Fang Chang and asked, "Speaking of that reward mission, did you say you want to keep prisoners?"

  Fang Chang thought for a moment and said, "200 silver coins should be the guarantee. I feel that this sniper is very useful. Why don't you keep it first... Ye Shi, what are you playing?"

   "Damn it, this sniper rifle is too handsome!"

   Holding the sniper rifle he picked up from the ground, Yazu rubbed his right hand on the barrel repeatedly, his eyes shining, as if he had discovered a treasure.

   The light green casing, the thick receiver, the safe length and the muzzle flash suppressor all demonstrate its power. The most exciting thing is that the optical sight on the upper rail has a maximum magnification of 6 times, and the magnification and focal length are adjustable!

   This is much better than the earthen telescope he bought from the NPC store!

   "I've decided," Ye Shiyi looked at Fang Chang with a serious face, "I'll call it a cannon from now on!"

   Hearing the name, Fang Chang couldn't hold back his complaints.

   "Can you choose a slightly less earthy name?"

   Ye Shi rolled his eyes.

   "Cut, no matter how much dirt you have, it's better than your dawn soil."

   "Where is the dawn!"

   "...Okay, there are still people outside," said Gu Feng, looking at the street outside through the corridor window, "The 200 silver coins are already in hand, what do you say? Do you want to continue?"

   Staring at the street below where the gunshots were being heard, Fang Chang suddenly moved in his heart, looked at Ye Shi and said.

   "Ye Shi, can I reach it from here?"

"Let me see!"

   Ye Shi, who was holding a sniper rifle, leaned to the window, glanced outside, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

   "It's a bit far, the angle isn't quite OK...but it shouldn't be a big problem."

   "The map is 800 meters away, and we are now on the 19th floor," Fang Chang shook his shoulder, "The first brother in the team to pull the big bolt, it's up to you."

  …

  800 meters away.

   Garden Street subway station entrance.

  The sound of gunshots resounded continuously, and the whole street became a mess.

Players used earthen smoke bombs made of phosphorus, potassium nitrate and white sugar to seal the smoke in the streets, and threw earthen grenades made of black powder. The position was greeted, and in just three minutes, the position was advanced to the middle of the street.

   "Fire! Fire!"

   "Damn, how many people do they have!"

   "I don't know! All I know is that if I keep hitting like this, I'll be out of bullets!"

  The pungent smell of gunpowder permeated the entire road, and bullets flew in the air.

  The flames sprayed from the machine gun made Lambert's face flush red. At first, he just shot in bursts, and then he had to shoot to deal with it. Now the barrel is hot.

   However, even so, it still cannot stop the surging offensive of these survivors like a tide!

   Are these people crazy? !

   They are not afraid of death!

   In order to prevent being overwhelmed by the sea of ​​people, the defense line of the C team had to withdraw again and again, and finally retreated to the entrance of Huayuan Street subway station.

   Lambert, who re-set the machine gun, couldn't help but scolded in the communication channel.

   "Damn! Where's Carl! Is that idiot asleep?"

   "I have a bad feeling..."

   "No matter what your hunch, hold your position for me! Our A and B squads are still under the subway—"

   As he was talking, the teammate next to Lambert fell to the ground before he could even let out a groan.

   "Sniper!"

  Lambert was terrified and was about to retreat when two more rockets pierced the smoke, one slammed into the subway station, and the other slammed into the concrete block bunker in front of them.

   The flames of the explosion almost scorched his hair, and Lambert, who fell to the ground, rolled and crawled, grabbed his teammate's rifle and hid in the subway.

   crossed the security checkpoint and ran all the way to the platform. He turned over and jumped into the carriage, aiming his rifle at the stairs behind him.

   He said while panting.

   "This is Team C, the surface position has been lost, we must find a new—"

   was only halfway through his words, when a strong wind suddenly hit behind him and slammed into the back of Lambert's head, knocking him unconscious.

   "Hahaha! I got my money back, I got my money back!" The mosquito carrying the steel bars excitedly wanted to give this famous elite monster another stick.

   Picking up a head for white is so cool!

   "What are you so excited about? It's only 200 silver, and it's still one head short of getting it back - what the hell?"

  The Mole, who came with him from the next carriage, caught the pitch-black rifle on the ground at a glance.

   reached out and picked it up from the ground, looking at the tactical flashlight and vertical grip hanging from the rail under the muzzle, the Mole's eyes flashed with excitement.

   "This rifle is handsome..."

  Although it can't compare to his black swan, it shouldn't be a problem to sell two or three hundred silver coins, right?

   "A pistol, and two grenades... This body armor should work too!"

   Zhang Hai, who was clutching his butt, had slipped over from the next carriage at some point, and was excitedly stroking this elite monster with his free hand, while groaning while groaning.

   "Get rich, get rich."

   Mosquito and Mole looked at each other and communicated without words.

  ‘What does it have to do with him? ’

  ‘Ghost knows! ’

  …

   Surface.

  The street adjacent to the Garden Street subway station.

   Looking at the smoke of gunpowder in the distance, it was obviously minus ten or twenty degrees, but Liu Jiuyue felt sweat oozing out of her palms.

  As he escorted the camel team back to Brown Farm, he happened to pass by here and witnessed the entire battle from start to finish.

   There was only one thought in his mind.

   That is so strong!

   The guard beside him swallowed and whispered to another guard.

   "Finished?"

"Seems to be…"

   "What the **** is hiding in this subway station? Not only those people in the northern suburbs, but even the mercenaries from the Stone City are here."

   "No matter what's hidden, it's not something we can manage," interrupting the chatter between the guards, Liu Jiuyue swallowed and continued.

   "Keep going, the battle is over."

   Neighbors near Wetland Park may be stronger than they think.

   He suddenly understood why Mr. Brown volunteered to donate food to those people...

  …

  Boulder Voice Radio Headquarters.

  House, the ace host of the radio station, is sitting in the studio at the moment, with his feet on the table, watching the press release just sent by his colleagues.

   Although it is a very relaxed posture, his expression is not relaxed, and even gradually writes a trace of solemnity and tension.

  Suddenly, he suddenly sat up straight from his chair and looked at his colleagues standing in the studio.

   "The Black Snake Mercenary Group lost? To a group of hillbillies? How is this possible! Did something go wrong?!"

   The colleague standing in the studio shook his head and said.

   "You're not the only one who was surprised. I checked with the reporters from the Observatory twice, but the results were the same."

"The sneak attack of the Black Snake Mercenary Group completely angered the country bumpkins in the northern suburbs. They sent at least a hundred people to encircle and suppress them. The team that Captain Prut stayed on the surface was completely wiped out, and the remaining two teams were besieged in the subway. In the station, now it should be more fortunate than for luck."

   "According to the news from Central Casino, a lot of people watched our show today and made bets. We will broadcast this news in fifteen minutes, so be prepared."

After   , he turned around and left the studio, and closed the door behind him.

  House's face turned blue and white, and he held the press release's hand, usurping it into a fist.

  Although he was not the mercenary he hired, and Pritt was not his acquaintance or friend, but not long ago, he put 500 chips on the idea that the Black Snake mercenary group would die.

   That's his full week's salary!

  If this report is true, he has done nothing this week.

   "This group of guys who have more than enough success and more than failure, are so embarrassing, they all go to hell! It's best not to come back!"

  House crumpled up the press release cursingly and threw it into the wastebasket.

   He decided to write a new one, and scolded the group of country bumpkins in the northern suburbs who bullied the less and didn't talk about martial arts!

  …

   It is one kilometer from Garden Street subway station.

  Chu Guang, wearing an exoskeleton, sat on a bench by the street, overlooking the smoke-filled battlefield through the Hummingbird drone connected to the VM.

  The player has rushed to the entrance of the subway station, and it took less than a quarter of an hour from arriving at the battlefield to winning the subway station.

  Except for the man who escaped into the subway station, the other three mercenaries all died under the guns of his little players.

   The entrance to Vault 117 is located in the middle of the tunnel.

   There are almost no bunkers to use, and it can be expected that those mercenaries will definitely guard the exit of the shelter.

   A faint smile curled up at the corner of his mouth, Chu Guang reached out and grabbed the warhammer that was leaning on the side, and stood up from the bench.

   "Finally it's my turn to appear."

  …

   Below the surface.

  In the tunnel of Garden Street MRT Station.

   "Damn! Squad C is gone, we have to rely on ourselves now!"

   Hearing the noise coming from the communication channel, Jerry cursed angrily and put the rifle in his hand on the stairs next to the tunnel.

   This is the only ground cover available in the tunnel.

Captain    left them behind and entered Vault 117 alone. As the captain of Squad B, he was ordered to guard the entrance at all costs.

   However, even with two light machine guns and two bazookas, he still could not bring enough security to his heart.

   They had no reinforcements.

  The one left here is the last person.

   And according to the information provided by the C team, they will face more than ten times the force. Jerry wasn't even sure if the ammunition on his side would last until the regiment leader came out of the shelter.

   At this time, there was a loud noise from the other end of the tunnel.

  Not just Jerry, everyone's heart is in their throats.

  A figure appeared in the tunnel.

  Clad in steel armor and holding a warhammer in his hand, he pointed at them provocatively.

  When he saw the figure appear in the tunnel, Jerry almost used all his strength and roared out.

   "Fire!"

Da da da-!

  The orange-yellow ballistics poured from both sides of the tunnel, cutting towards the man like scissors, forming a dense firepower network.

   However, a jaw-dropping scene happened.

   Hundreds of bullets poured out in an instant, like hitting an invisible wall, and there was no response at all.

   Not even a ripple!

   One-handed hammer was changed to two-handed, Old Bai, who was at the center of the storm, shouted excitedly.

   "Fuck! This hammer is too awesome!"

   A few minutes ago, the manager handed the warhammer to him, and told him that he only needed to press the button on the handle, aim the hammer at the enemy, and make a mocking gesture.

   Before entering the tunnel, Lao Bai was worried about whether he could withstand it, but now it seems that this worry is purely unnecessary!

  The nitrogen shield stretched from the top of the warhammer was like a transparent umbrella, blowing all the bullets that were shot out.

   That firepower net seemed ferocious, but it didn't touch his armor!

   "Come on, use some force!"

   "That's all you can do? Didn't you have lunch?"

  Old Bai is not sure whether these elite monsters can understand his non-standard Mandarin, and he is even more uncertain whether they can hear the sound of gunfire.

   But not important.

   Handsome is over!

   Such a cool task, please do more!

   Looking at the "monster" standing motionless in the center of the fire, Jerry was frightened, and quickly ordered his men to set up a bazooka.

   However, before the man carrying the rocket launcher pulled the trigger, a bullet with a power comparable to a cannonball ripped his upper body to shreds.

  Jerry was stunned.

   But in just a second, he came back to his senses what happened, and his face changed wildly.

   Gauss Rifle!

   These northern suburban hillbillies actually have Gauss rifles!

   did not give these mercenaries enough time to think about countermeasures.

   Looking at Lao Bai who successfully attracted the fire from the opposite side, Chu Guang, who put away the Gauss rifle, decisively blew the whistle in his mouth.

   A harsh whistle resounded in the tunnel.

  The deafening screams of killing sounded at the same time, and the players who inserted the bayonet into the tunnel like a flood that burst from the embankment, rushed from the platform to the tunnel.

   "Kill!"

   "Ulla!"

   "Demacia!"

   "For the Manager!"

   "Crush them!"

   The eardrums were sore from the shouting.

   Looking at the cold lights that came from the darkness, Jerry's heart was full of panic, and his will was shaken uncontrollably.

   At this moment, the monster wearing heavy armor and charging with a warhammer had already rushed in front of them. As soon as he raised his hand and waved lightly, a machine gunner was blasted out.

   Hand-to-hand combat begins.

   As soon as a mercenary pulled out his dagger, he was stabbed into a sieve by countless bayonets.

   is over.

   is completely over.

   Even if their captain came out to save them in power armor, it was impossible to break through from here.

   Completely lost his will to fight, Jerry threw away the weapon in his hand like crazy, raised his hands above his head, and knelt on the ground begging for mercy.

"stop it now!"

   "We surrender!"

   (end of this chapter)