In a half-collapsed abandoned building.
Carl, lying on the side of the broken wall, aimed his sniper rifle at the street 800 meters away, and pulled the trigger from time to time to clear out the targets exposed outside the bunker.
The view here is very wide, and the whole street is covered by his gun. Even if a rat wants to sneak in here, it can't escape his eyes.
"The fifth one... Die!"
In the scope, a survivor carrying a rocket launcher burst 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 to pick up the rocket launcher in his hand and hid in the bunker next to him with others.
"This group of rats that can't be killed... How many are there!"
After cursing secretly, Carl took a deep breath, skillfully pulled the bolt to remove the shell, began to look for the next target, and continued to pull the trigger to fire.
The team has already engaged the enemy and is engaged in a fierce exchange of fire with local survivors.
The battle at the entrance of Garden Street subway station was extremely brutal, and the bullets from the machine guns wove a web of death on the empty streets!
However, the dense firepower did not scare the survivors. Even if their teammates were shot into pieces beside them, they would still bravely launch an attack.
This made Carl feel incredible. He couldn't imagine what kind of courage this was, and he couldn't imagine what made them so fearless.
Even though he had successfully suppressed at least 3 teams and held back at least a dozen people, the situation of the team did not improve at all, and they were still dragged into a bitter battle by the human wave tactics of these survivors.
The voice of teammates came from the communication channel.
"Damn, I've already used up a drum. If we weren't in the northern suburbs, I would have thought our opponent was the 'wave'!"
"Karl! How many people did you see!"
"Forty... no, maybe fifty," Karl licked his cracked lips and said while aiming at his prey, "You'd better be prepared for a tough battle. As far as I can see the target, it's just like an ant!"
"Fuck! I didn't hear that there were so many survivors in the northern suburbs. Are they all here?!"
"Probably."
Iron Fist rocket launcher, "Ripper" rifle, and the 60m bayonet inherited from the Legion!
Looking at these familiar equipment, Karl's eyelids twitched wildly, and he always had an ominous premonition.
He was sure that they were not from the Legion. In this case, there was only one possibility, that they had defeated the Legion at least once on the front battlefield!
Even if it was just the remnants of the Legion!
It was impossible to defeat the Legion on the front battlefield with just these cannon fodders, unless they had other trump cards.
At this time, there was a sudden movement downstairs.
As a professional scout in the team, Carl's nerves tensed up instantly. He immediately put away his sniper rifle, pulled out the pistol on his waist, and lowered his footsteps to approach the door.
The noise downstairs seemed to disappear.
Most of the walls here were damaged, leaving only the load-bearing walls barely intact. The rest of the space has become a paradise for aliens. In addition to the gnawers, there are also some mutant rats and cockroaches.
He did not clean up the aliens in the entire building.
But he was sure that the noise was definitely not made by the aliens!
Thinking of the target who seemed to be awakened yesterday, Carl felt that his heart had risen to his throat.
It was quiet and silent all around.
It was so quiet that he could even hear his own heartbeat.
Looking at the signal lights flashing wildly on the communication channel, a drop of cold sweat slid across Carl's forehead.
He knew that he could not delay here any longer and must move to a new sniper point as soon as possible to provide support for the team in a difficult battle!
He could only take the initiative to attack!
With a determined heart, he held the pistol, walked out of the room carefully, and moved towards the next room. There was a two-step wide hole there, which could directly descend to the floor below.
Judging from the sound, it should be near the safe passage. After going down, as long as he went through the corridor to the entrance of the safe passage, he could kill them from behind by surprise!
His feet touched the ground, and Carl squatted down. However, just as he was about to crouch down and get close to the wall, an arrow whizzed over his head!
"Fuck!"
Carl cursed in shock, leaned out of the bunker and fired three shots in the direction of the arrow. His other hand pulled out a grenade without hesitation and threw it forward.
Boom!
The fragmentation grenade exploded, and the shrapnel raged in the empty hall, attracting the gnawers in the next room.
Carl was not panicked at all. The number of people on the opposite side was unknown, and he was alone. The more chaotic the situation was, the more advantageous it would be for him.
This is also the reason why he did not clear out the alien species on the adjacent floors!
When necessary, those gnawers will become his most reliable shield to cover his transfer between floors!
At this moment, another cold arrow flew over his head and nailed to the concrete wall behind him.
Carl sneered in his heart.
Bow and arrow?
What era is this? There are still people using such primitive weapons. You dare to challenge me without even a gun. You are really tired of living!
"Apart from sneak attacks, is this all you can do?"
Before the last half syllable came out, a loud explosion came from behind Carl. He did not notice that the arrow shot earlier had three thumb-thick round tubes tied to the side of the arrow body.
3x50g of explosives exploded instantly, and 3x20 steel balls burst like a rainstorm, sweeping and raging in the room. Caught off guard, Carl's back was blown into a bloody mess, and he screamed in pain.
"Ah!"
Screams and blood squeezed out of Carl's throat.
In the smoke, a figure walked towards him.
Almost instinctively, Carl barely raised his pistol and fired several shots at the man, but he only saw the bullets hitting the man's chest armor, creating a series of sparks, like tickling, without hurting him at all.
The magazine was empty.
Despair was written on Carl's face.
The man walked up to him, casually reached out and grasped his right hand holding the gun, and easily took the pistol from his hand.
And crushed his wrist.
Looking at the red-named target curled up on the ground and wailing like a maggot, Lao Bai looked down at the scratches on his chest armor and couldn't help but praise.
"Damn, this armor is so useful!"
It is worthy of being the armor that the administrator used before!
Ordinary bullets can't penetrate it at all!
At most, he can add a few more medals of honor to his breastplate!
Kuangfeng, who came from the next room with a javelin, glanced at the man who was curled up on the ground and chattering.
"What is he saying?"
Fang Chang: "Maybe begging for mercy? This is usually how it's shot in movies."
Lao Bai looked at Fang Chang and asked: "Speaking of the bounty mission, did it say that you want to keep the prisoners?"
Fang Chang thought for a moment and said: "200 silver coins should be the bottom line. I feel that this sniper is very useful, otherwise keep it first... Ye Shi, what are you playing?"
"Damn, this sniper rifle is so cool!"
Holding the sniper rifle picked up from the ground, Ye Shi rubbed the barrel repeatedly with his right hand, his eyes shining, as if he had found a treasure.
The light green shell, the heavy receiver, the safe length and the flash suppressor at the muzzle all demonstrate its power. What attracted him the most was the optical sight on the upper rail, which had a maximum magnification of 6 times, and the magnification and focal length were adjustable!
This was much more useful than the homemade telescope he bought from the nP store!
"I've decided," Ye Shiyi looked at Fang Chang seriously, "I'll call it a cannon from now on!"
Fang Chang couldn't help but complain when he heard the name.
"Can you give it a less rustic name?"
Ye Shi rolled his eyes.
"Tsk, no matter how rustic it is, it can be more rustic than your Dawn."
"Dawn is so rustic!!"
"...Okay, there are still people outside," Kuangfeng said, looking at the street outside through the window of the corridor, "I've got 200 silver coins, what do you say? Do you want to continue?"
Staring at the street below with gunfire, Fang Chang suddenly had an idea and looked at Ye Shi and said.
"Ye Shi, can we hit it from here?"
"Let me see!"
Ye Shi, holding a sniper rifle, leaned to the window, glanced outside, and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"It's a bit far, the view is not very good... 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 up the big bolt, it's up to you."
...
800 meters away.
Entrance to Garden Street subway station.
Gunshots rang continuously, and the whole street was in chaos.
Players used homemade smoke bombs made of phosphorus, potassium nitrate and sugar to cover the street, threw homemade grenades made of black gunpowder, and the bullets of miscellaneous weapons seemed to be free, all of them greeted the mercenaries' positions, and in just three minutes, they pushed the positions to the middle of the street.
"Fire! Fire!"
"Damn, how many of them are there!"
"I don't know! I only know that if we keep fighting like this, I'll run out of bullets!"
The pungent smell of gunpowder filled the entire road, and bullets whizzed through the air.
The flames from the machine gun made Lambert's face red. At first he just fired in bursts, but later he had to fire in a sweeping manner, and now the barrel of the gun was hot.
However, even so, it still couldn't stop the surging offensive of these survivors like a tide!
Are these people crazy? !
Aren't they afraid of death!
In order to prevent being drowned by the sea of people, the team's defense line had to retreat again and again, and finally retreated to the entrance of Garden Street subway station
Lambert, who had re-set up the machine gun, couldn't help but curse in the communication channel.
"Damn it! Where's Carl? Is that idiot asleep?"
"I have a bad feeling..."
"No matter what you feel, hold your position! Our A and B teams are still under the subway."
As he was talking, a blood mist shot out of the chest of the teammate next to Lambert, and he fell to the ground without even a groan.
"Sniper!"
Lambert was terrified and was about to retreat, but two more rockets pierced the smoke, one rushed into the subway station, and the other hit the concrete stone bunker in front of them.
The flames of the explosion almost singed his hair, and Lambert, who fell to the ground, rolled and crawled, grabbed his teammate's rifle and hid in the subway.
He crossed the security checkpoint and ran 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.
He said while panting.
"This is the team. The surface position has been lost. We must find a new one."
Halfway through his words, a strong wind suddenly came from behind, hitting Lambert's head hard, knocking him unconscious.
"Hahaha! I got my money back, I got my money back!" Mosquito, who was holding the steel bar, was so excited that he wanted to give the red-named elite monster another stick.
Picking up a head for free, it's so cool!
"Why are you so excited? This is only 200 silver. I still need a head to get my money back?"
Mole, who came from the next car with him, took a fancy to the black rifle on the ground at first sight.
Reaching out to pick it up from the ground, looking at the tactical flashlight and vertical grip hanging on the rail under the muzzle, the mole's eyes flashed with excitement.
"This rifle is so cool..."
Although it is not as good as his Black Swan, it should not be a problem to sell it for two or three hundred silver coins, right?
"A pistol and two grenades... this bulletproof vest should be useful too!"
Zhang Hai, who was holding his butt, had slipped over from the next car without knowing when. He was touching the elite monster with his free hand excitedly, muttering as he touched it.
"I'm rich, I'm rich."
Mosquito and Mole looked at each other and communicated without words.
'What does it have to do with him? '
'Who knows! '
...
Surface.
Streets adjacent to the Garden Street subway station.
Looking at the smoke in the distance, Liu Jiuyue felt sweat oozing from his palms even though it was minus ten or twenty degrees Celsius.
He happened to pass by here while escorting the camel team back to Brown Farm and witnessed the whole battle from beginning to end.
He had only one feeling in his heart.
That was so strong!
The guard beside him swallowed his saliva and whispered to another guard.
"Is the fight over?"
"It seems so..."
"What is hidden in this subway station? Why are there not only those people from the northern suburbs, but also mercenaries from Boulder City?"
"Whatever is hidden, it is not our business," interrupted the guards' whispers, swallowed his saliva, and continued.
"Keep on the road, the battle is over."
The neighbors near the wetland park may be stronger than they thought.
He suddenly understood why Mr. Brown took the initiative to donate food to those people...
...
Boulder City Voice Radio Headquarters.
As the ace host of the radio station, House was sitting in the studio at this moment, with his feet on the table, looking at the press release just delivered by his colleagues.
Although it was a very relaxed posture, his expression was not relaxed, and even gradually wrote a trace of solemnity and tension.
Suddenly, he sat up straight from his chair and looked at his colleagues standing in the studio.
"The Black Snake Mercenary Group lost? Lost to a bunch of country bumpkins? How is that possible! Is there something wrong?!"
The colleague standing in the studio shook his head and said.
"You are not the only one who was surprised. I confirmed it with the reporter from the Lookout twice, but the result was 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 left on the surface by Captain Pruitt was completely wiped out, and the remaining two teams were trapped in the subway station. It seems that they are in danger now."
"According to the news from the Central Casino, many people watched our show and placed bets today. We will broadcast this news in fifteen minutes, so you should be ready."
After speaking, he turned and left the studio, closing the door.
House's face turned pale and blue, and his hand holding the news release was clenched into a fist.
Although it was not the group of mercenaries he hired, and Pritt was not his acquaintance or friend, he had just bet 500 points on the death of two people from the Black Snake Mercenary Group not long ago.
This was his salary for a whole week!
If this report is true, he has worked for nothing this week.
"This group of guys who are more trouble than success are really shameful. Go to hell! It's better not to come back!"
House swore and crumpled the press release into a ball and threw it into the wastebasket.
He decided to write a new one and scold the group of country bumpkins in the northern suburbs who bullied the minority with their numbers and had no martial ethics!
...
One kilometer away from the Garden Street subway station.
Chu Guang, wearing an exoskeleton, sat on a bench on the street, overlooking the smoke-filled battlefield through the hummingbird drone connected to the VM.
The player had rushed to the entrance of the subway station. It took less than a quarter of an hour from arriving at the battlefield to taking over the subway station.
Except for the man who escaped into the subway station, the other three mercenaries were all killed by the random gunfire of his little players.
The entrance to Shelter No. 117 is located in the middle of the tunnel.
There are almost no shelters to use there, and it is expected that the mercenaries will definitely guard the exit of the shelter.
With a faint smile on his lips, Chu Guang reached out and grasped the war hammer leaning against the side, and stood up from the bench.
"Finally, it's my turn to appear."
...
Under the surface.
In the tunnel of Garden Street subway station.
"Damn it! The team is gone, we have to rely on ourselves now!"
Listening to 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 shelter in the tunnel.
The captain left them and entered Shelter No. 117 alone. As the captain of Team B, he received the order to guard the entrance at all costs.
However, even with two light machine guns and two rocket launchers, he still couldn't feel safe enough.
They had no reinforcements.
The last person left here was the last person.
According to the intelligence provided by the team, they would face more than ten times the number of troops. Jerry was not even sure whether his ammunition was enough to last until the head of the regiment came out of the shelter.
At this time, a noisy sound came from the other end of the tunnel.
Not only Jerry, but everyone's heart was in their throat.
A figure appeared in the tunnel.
He was wearing steel armor and holding a war hammer in his hand, pointing at them provocatively.
When he saw the figure appear in the tunnel, Jerry almost used up all his strength and roared.
"Fire!"
Da da da!
The orange-yellow trajectory 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 instantly, just like hitting an invisible wall, without any reaction at all.
Not even a ripple!
Changing from holding the hammer with one hand to holding it with both hands, Old White, who was in the center of the storm, shouted excitedly.
"Fuck! This hammer is too awesome!"
A few minutes ago, the manager handed this war 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 gesture.
Before entering the tunnel, Old White was still worried about whether he could hold on, but now it seems that this worry is completely unnecessary!
The nitrogen shield that was opened from the top of the war hammer was like a transparent umbrella, blowing away all the bullets.
The firepower net seemed fierce, but it didn't touch his armor at all!
"Come on, use some strength!"
"That's all you can do? Didn't you have lunch?"
Lao Bai was not sure if these elite monsters could understand his non-standard Mandarin, and he was even less sure if they could hear him because they were drowned by the gunfire.
But it didn't matter.
It's all about being handsome!
For such a cool mission, please make sure to bring more people!
Looking at the "monster" standing motionless in the center of the firepower, Jerry was terrified and quickly ordered his men to set up the rocket launcher.
However, before the man carrying the rocket launcher pulled the trigger, a bullet as powerful as a cannonball tore his upper body into pieces.
Jerry was stunned.
But in just a second, he came to his senses and realized what happened, and his face changed instantly.
Gauss rifle!
These country bumpkins in the northern suburbs actually have Gauss rifles!
It didn't give these mercenaries enough time to think about countermeasures.
Seeing Old White successfully attracting the enemy's firepower, Chu Guang, who had put away his Gauss rifle, decisively blew the whistle in his mouth.
The shrill whistle resounded in the tunnel.
Deafening shouts of killing sounded at the same time, and the players with bayonets inserted rushed from the platform to the tunnel like a flood that broke through the dam.
"Kill!"
"Ura!"
"Demacia!"
"For the administrator!"
"Crush them!"
The eardrums were hurt by the shouts.
Looking at the cold rays coming from the darkness, Jerry's heart was filled with fear, and his will was shaken uncontrollably.
At this moment, the monster wearing heavy armor and charging with a war hammer had rushed in front of them. He raised his hand and waved it lightly, and blasted a machine gunner away.
The close combat began.
A mercenary had just pulled out a dagger when he was stabbed into a sieve by countless bayonets.
It's over.
It's completely over.
Even if their captain drove a power armor to save them, it would be impossible to break out from here.
Completely losing the will to fight, Jerry threw away his weapon like crazy, raised his hands above his head, and knelt on the ground begging for mercy.
"Stop it!"
"We surrender!"