Chapter 182

In a half collapsed abandoned building.

Carl, lying on the edge of the damaged fence, with his sniper rifle in his hand, aimed at the street 800 meters away, pulled the trigger from time to time to clean up the targets exposed outside the bunker.

The view here is very wide. The whole street is shrouded in his gun. Even a mouse can't escape his eyes if it wants to sneak in here.

"The fifth... Die!"

In the sight glass, a survivor carrying a rocket launcher burst a string of blood mist on the back of his head. The survivors nearby seemed to be startled, but did not panic. They immediately bent down to pick up the rocket launcher in his hand and hid with others in the nearby bunker.

"This group of rats can't be killed... How many more are there!"

With a dark scold, Carl 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 received the enemy and is engaged in a fierce exchange of fire with local survivors.

The war at the entrance of Huayuan street subway station was very fierce, and the bullets of machine guns woven into a death net in the open street!

However, the dense fire did not scare the survivors. Even if their teammates were beaten into a fragmented sieve, they would still attack bravely.

This makes Carl feel incredible. He can't imagine what kind of courage it is, let alone what makes them so brave and fearless to die.

Even though he has successfully suppressed at least three teams and dragged down at least a dozen people, the situation of team C has not improved, and is still dragged into a bitter battle by the sea of people tactics of these survivors.

The voice of teammates came from the communication channel.

"Shit, I've finished playing a drum. If it wasn't in the northern suburbs, I thought our opponent was Inspur!"

"Carl! How many people did you see!"

"Forty... No, maybe fifty," Carl said as he licked his frozen lips and aimed at his prey. "You'd better be ready for a hard battle. I can see the target. It's like an ant!"

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

"Probably."

Iron fist bazooka, "Ripper" rifle, and the 60cm bayonet handed down by the Legion!

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 legions, so there is only one possibility that they have defeated the Legion at least once in the frontal battlefield!

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

It is impossible to defeat the Legion in the frontal battlefield only with these cannon fodder, unless they have other cards.

At this time, there was a sudden movement downstairs.

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

The movement downstairs seemed to disappear.

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

He didn't clean up the whole building.

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 his heart raised to his throat.

There was silence all around.

Quiet, he can even hear his heartbeat.

Looking at the crazy flashing signal light on the communication channel, Carl slipped a cold sweat in front of his forehead.

He knows he can't delay here. He must move to a new sniper point as soon as possible to provide support for the hard fought C team!

We have to take the initiative!

With a horizontal in his heart, he took the pistol, carefully walked out of the room and touched the next room. There is a two-step wide hole that can descend directly to the lower floor.

Listen to the noise. It should be near the safe passage. After going down, as long as you insert it from the corridor to the entrance of the safe passage, you can kill them from behind!

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

"Grass!"

Carl, surprised in his heart, scolded angrily, reached out of the bunker and fired three shots in the direction of the arrow. The other hand pulled out the grenade without hesitation and threw it out in front of him.

Boom!

Fragment grenades detonated and shrapnel wreaked havoc in the empty hall, attracting gnaws in the next room.

Carl was not flustered. The number of people opposite was unknown, and there was only one person on his side. The more chaotic the situation was, the better it would be for him.

That's why he didn't clear the alien on the adjacent floor!

When necessary, the eaters will become his most reliable shield to cover his transfer between floors!

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

Carl sneered.

Bow and arrow?

What's the age? People still use this primitive weapon. I'm tired of challenging myself without a gun!

"Is that all you can do except sneak attack -"

Before the last half syllable was spoken, the loud explosion came from behind Carl. He didn't notice that on the previous arrow, three thumb thick round tubes were tied to the side of the arrow.

The 3x50g charge exploded instantly, and 3x20 steel balls exploded like a shower, sweeping the room. Caught off guard, Carl's back was blown up and screamed out in pain.

"Ah --!"

Howling and blood were squeezed out of Carl's throat.

In the smoke, a figure came towards him.

Almost instinctively, Carl reluctantly raised his pistol and fired several shots at the man. However, he only saw a series of sparks on the man's chest armor, which didn't hurt a penny like tickling.

The clip is empty.

Carl's face was written with despair.

The man came up to him, gently reached out and took his right hand with the gun, and easily took the pistol from his hand.

And crushed his wrist.

Looking at the red name target crouching on the ground like a maggot, Lao Bai looked down at the scratch on his chest armor and couldn't help praising it.

"Shit, this armor is so easy to use!"

Worthy of being the armor used by the manager!

Ordinary bullets can't break through at all!

At best, let him add a few more medals of honor to his breastplate!

The strong wind carrying a javelin came from the next room and glanced at the man crouching on the ground.

"What is he talking about?"

Fang Chang: "probably begging for mercy? It's usually done in movies."

Lao Bai looked at the commander and asked, "did you say you wanted to keep prisoners for the reward task?"

The square commander thought for a moment and said, "200 silver coins should be the minimum. I think this sniper is of great use. Why don't you keep it first... What are you playing at night 10?"

"Shit, this sniper gun is too handsome!"

Holding the sniper rifle picked up from the ground, Yeshi's right hand rubbed repeatedly on the barrel, and his eyes shone, as if he had found a treasure.

The light green shell, the heavy gearbox, the safe length and muzzle flame suppressor all show its power. The most exciting thing for him is that the optical sight on the upper guide rail has a maximum magnification of 6 times, and the magnification and focal length are adjustable!

This is much easier to use than the home-made telescope he bought from NPC store!

"I've decided," night 11 looked at the commander seriously, "and I'll call it a cannon!"

The name didn't make complaints about the Tucao.

"Can you give me a slightly less earthy name?"

I turned my eyes at night.

"Cut, the earth can be better than your dawn earth."

"There's dirt at dawn!"

"... well, there are still people outside," said the strong wind, looking at the street outside through the corridor window. "200 silver coins have been obtained. What do you say? Do you want to continue?"

Staring at the street with gunfire below, the mayor suddenly moved in his heart, looked at Yeshi and said.

"Night ten, can you call from here?"

"Let me see!"

Holding a sniper rifle, Yeshi came to the window and looked out, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"A little far away, the perspective is not very OK... But the problem should not be big."

"The map is 800 meters away. We are now on the 19th floor," the square leader shook his shoulder. "It's up to you, the first brother in the team to pull Da Shuan."

……

800 meters away.

Garden Street subway station entrance.

The whole street was in a mess with the sound of gunfire.

The players sealed the smoke in the street with homemade smoke bombs made of phosphorus, potassium nitrate and sugar, threw clay grenades made of black gunpowder, and the bullets of miscellaneous weapons seemed to be free of money. Qi Qi greeted the mercenaries' positions and pushed the positions to the middle of the street in just three minutes.

"Fire! Fire!"

"Shit, how many people are there!"

"I don't know! I only know that if I continue to fight like this, I'll lose my bullets!"

The pungent smell of gunpowder filled the whole road, and bullets whizzed in the air.

The flame from the machine gun turned Lambert's face red. At first he just shot, but later he had to shoot. Up to now, the barrel of the gun has been hot.

However, even so, it is still unable to stop the surge of these survivors!

Are these people crazy?!

Aren't they afraid of death!

In order to prevent being submerged by the crowd, the defense line of team C had to withdraw again and again, and finally retreated to the entrance of Huayuan street subway station

Lambert, who had set up his machine gun again, couldn't help scolding in the communication channel.

"Damn it! Where's Carl! Is that fool asleep?"

"I have a bad feeling..."

"Whatever your hunch, hold your position! Our a and B teams are still under the subway -"

While he was talking, the teammate next to Lambert had a string of blood mist on his chest. He didn't even have time to make a stuffy hum, so he fell to the ground.

"Sniper!"

Lambert was so frightened that he was about to retreat back. Two more rockets pierced the smoke, one rushed into the subway station, and the other exploded on the concrete and stone bunker in front of them.

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

After crossing the security checkpoint and running all the way to the platform, he turned over and jumped into the car, set up his rifle and aimed at the stairs behind him.

Gasping, he said.

"This is team C. the surface position has been lost. We must find a new -"

Half way through the conversation, a strong wind suddenly hit Lambert's back of the head and knocked him unconscious.

"Hahaha! Back to the original, back to the original!" the mosquito carrying the steel bar was excited and wanted to make up another stick for the red elite monster.

It's great to pick up a head for nothing!

"What are you excited about? It's only 200 silver. You still need a head to get back to the original - Sleeping slot?"

The mole, who came with him from the car next door, glanced at the black rifle on the ground.

Reach out and pick it up from the ground. Looking at the tactical flashlight and vertical grip hanging on the guide rail under the muzzle of the gun, the mole's eyes twinkled with excitement.

"This rifle is handsome..."

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

"A pistol and two grenades... This bulletproof vest should also work!"

Zhang Hai, who was covering his ass, did not know when he had slipped from the next carriage. He was touching the elite monster excitedly with his idle hand, while touching and talking.

"Rich, rich."

The mosquito and the mole looked at each other and communicated in silence.

"What does it have to do with him?"

"Who knows!"

……

Surface.

Garden Street is the street adjacent to the subway station.

Looking at the smoke of gunpowder in the distance, it was more than ten or twenty degrees below zero, but Liu Jiujiu felt his palm exude sweat.

He, who escorted the camels back to brown farm, happened to pass by and witnessed the whole battle from beginning to end.

There was only one feeling in his heart.

That's so strong!

The guard beside him swallowed his saliva and whispered to another guard.

"Finished?"

"It seems..."

"What's hidden in the subway station? It's not just those people in the northern suburbs, but even the mercenaries in Boulder City."

"No matter what is hidden, it's not something we can manage," Liu Jiujiu said after interrupting the whispers of the guards.

"Keep going. The battle is over."

Neighbors near the wetland park may be stronger than they think.

He suddenly understood why Mr. Brown offered food to those people

……

Voice of boulder radio headquarters.

House, as an ace radio host, is sitting in the studio with his feet on the table, looking at the press release just sent by his colleagues.

Although it was a relaxed posture, his expression was not relaxed, and even gradually wrote a trace of dignity and tension.

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

"The black snake mercenary regiment lost? Lost to a group of Hicks? How can this be possible! Is there a mistake?!"

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

"You were not the only one who was surprised. I repeatedly confirmed it to the reporter at the observatory twice, but the results were the same."

"The sneak attack of the black snake mercenary regiment completely angered the hillbilles in the northern suburbs. They sent at least 100 people to encircle and suppress. The team left by head Prut on the surface was completely wiped out, and the remaining two teams were besieged in the subway station. Now it should be more or less dangerous."

"According to the news from the central casino, many people watched our program and bet today. We'll broadcast this news in 15 minutes. Please prepare."

With that, he turned and left the studio and closed the door.

House's face turned blue and white. He held the hand of the press release and usurped it into a fist.

Although it was not the mercenaries he hired, and pritt was not his acquaintance or friend, not long ago, he pressed 500 chips on the black snake mercenary regiment.

This is his salary for a whole week!

If the report is true, he's done it for nothing this week.

"It's a shame for these guys who can't accomplish anything but fail. Go to hell! You'd better not come back!"

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

He decided to write a new one and scold those Hicks in the northern suburbs who bully more and don't talk about martial ethics!

……

One kilometer from Huayuan street subway station.

Chu Guang, dressed in exoskeletons, sat on a bench on the street, overlooking the smoke filled battlefield through the hummingbird UAV connected to VM.

Players have rushed to the entrance of the subway station. It takes less than a quarter of an hour from arriving at the battlefield to taking the subway station.

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

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

There are few bunkers to use. It is expected that the mercenaries will guard the exit of the shelter.

The corners of his mouth tilted up with a faint smile. Chu Guang stretched out his hand to hold the Warhammer leaning aside and stood up from the bench.

"It's my turn at last."

……

Below the surface.

In the tunnel of Huayuan street subway station.

"Damn it! Team C is gone. We have to rely on ourselves now!"

Listening to the noise from the communication channel, Jerry angrily scolded and put his rifle on the stairs next to the tunnel.

This is the only available bunker in the tunnel.

The captain left them and went into refuge 117 alone. As the captain of team B, he was ordered to guard the entrance at all costs.

However, even with two light machine guns and two rocket propelled grenades, he still couldn't bring enough security to his heart.

They have no reinforcements.

What's left here is the last person.

According to the information provided by team C, they will face more than ten times the force. Jerry wasn't even sure whether his ammunition was enough to hold out until the head came out of the shelter.

At this time, a noisy voice came from the other end of the tunnel.

It's not just Jerry. Everyone's heart is in their throat.

A figure appeared in the tunnel.

Wearing steel armor and carrying a war hammer in his hand, he pointed at them like a provocation.

When he saw the figure in the tunnel, Jerry almost shouted out with all his strength.

"Fire!"

Dada, dada!

The orange trajectory poured from both sides of the tunnel and cut to the man like scissors, forming a dense fire network.

However, an eye popping scene happened.

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

Not even a ripple!

The single hand hammer was changed into two hands. Lao Bai, who was in the center of the storm, shouted excitedly.

"Lying trough! This hammer is too awesome!"

A few minutes ago, the manager handed the hammer 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 action.

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

The nitrogen shield from the top of the hammer was like a transparent umbrella, blowing all the bullets out.

The fire net looked fierce, but I didn't touch his armor!

"Come on, use some force!"

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

Lao Bai is not sure whether these elite monsters can understand his non-standard Mandarin, let alone whether they can hear the gunshots.

But it doesn't matter.

Handsome is over!

Such a cool task, please be sure to come more!

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

However, before the man carrying the rocket launcher pulled the trigger, a bullet as powerful as a shell tore his upper body to pieces.

Jerry was stunned.

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

Gauss Rifle!

These Hicks in the northern suburbs have Gauss rifles!

These mercenaries were not given enough time to think about countermeasures.

Looking at Lao Bai who successfully attracted the fire from the opposite side, he put away the Chu light of Gauss Rifle and decisively blew the whistle in his mouth.

The shrill whistle rang through the tunnel.

The deafening cries of killing sounded at the same time, and the players who inserted bayonets rushed from the platform to the tunnel like a flood breaking the embankment.

"Kill!"

"Ula!"

"Demacia!"

"For the manager, my Lord!"

"Crush them!"

The eardrum was shocked by the cry.

Looking at the cold from the darkness, Jerry's heart was full of panic and uncontrollable shaking of his will.

At this moment, the monster wearing heavy armor and charging against the Warhammer has rushed in front of them. With a gentle wave of his hand, he blew a machine gunner out.

The hand to hand fight began.

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

finished.

It's over.

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

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

"Stop it!"

"We surrender!"