"The 'Dove' missile destroyed 12 targets with one shot, and the X-16 eliminated 11. It took less than a minute. As long as you can help me collect enough AI cores, I can even help you build a bionic army." The unit price is less than one million silver coins, should you consider it?"
On top of the giant wall.
Ibers, who was overlooking the slum, had a smile on his face that showed he was not too embarrassed by the excitement, and he was commenting nonchalantly.
Originally, he could only stand here and watch those organisms fight from a distance, and at most he could sell them a few weapons they could afford.
Now I can finally do it in person.
He is very satisfied with this new shareholder. Earning profits for Jushi Military Industry and watching organisms commit suicide are his few pleasures and the meaning of his existence.
Anyway, he doesn't have as many miscellaneous desires as humans, and he is even less interested in consumption, reproduction, art, philosophy and other ways that humans can relieve loneliness.
In the dilapidated and chaotic alleys, crowds of people began to retreat. The gang members were frightened by the sudden landing of X-16 on the battlefield.
A few drone assault rifles are their only heavy firepower. With the addition of a few cheap RPG rocket launchers, most gang members only have pistols and iron tube rifles, which are no match for the X-16.
They never expected to encounter the androids from Jushi Military Industry.
In the memory of most gang members, the towering giant wall would never take action against them, the rats in the gutter, because it would not do any good.
They couldn't figure out why they could eat a missile falling from the sky, and they couldn't figure out why the respected Mr. Ibbers would throw an expensive android here.
Their lives combined are not worth as much as that guy! Human life is too short.
It’s so short that you take things you’re accustomed to for granted.
Almost no one remembers that Boulder struck them hard a century ago.
"Those little mice have retreated." Looking at the bottom of the giant wall, Ibers grinned, "Speaking of which, what are your thoughts?"
no respond.
After being left alone for a long time, Ibers looked back and saw that the person was gone. He was slightly startled, then smiled and shook his head.
"Tsk, tsk, impatient guy."
[Hidden mission: Discover and destroy gang stronghold (completed)]
[Introduction: An orphanage disguised as an abandoned building is actually a den for gang members to keep and sell slaves. 】
[New mission reminder: Investigate the basement of the orphanage and wait for the arrival of alliance troops (in progress)]
A dark, damp basement.
On both sides of the narrow corridor are crooked cells.
Hearing the sound of the door opening and footsteps coming from the door, there were also rustling sounds in the cell, and faces were pressed against the railings and looking out curiously.
There are boys and girls. The older one is sixteen or seventeen years old, which is considered an adult in the wasteland. The younger one is six or seven years old, and they are children everywhere.
The dungeon of the Pillager's Lair is a different style of painting.
In order to sell their "goods" at a good price, gang members generally do not abuse them.
According to Horaka's confession, most of these people are orphans, some were sold here by their families, and some were recruited by guys like Miles.
Most people in the slums know such a place, but no one will take care of it. Even if this trouble is right under their noses, not everyone will encounter it. On the contrary, without those gang members who "maintain order", the situation in the slums may be
It will be worse.
It is a wasteland after all.
Compared to death from starvation and illness, the number of people who were sold was nothing at all, and many times prostitutes also needed such a place to help them deal with the troubles caused by accidents. Of course, this is the NPC named Horaka.
, an excuse to excuse oneself.
Put away the weapon.
Feng Qing walked forward along the narrow aisle and caught a glimpse of a young face looking at her with big round eyes.
The little girl was about eleven or twelve years old, and she was wrapped in blue-gray linen into a skirt.
Stopping in front of the railing, Feng Qing leaned down with his hands on his knees and smiled friendly at the little girl with round eyes.
"What's your name?"
Perhaps because she looked kinder, the little girl was not afraid of her at all and said in a clear and sweet voice.
"Tangerine!"
"Tangerine is a nice name." Little Orange slightly raised the corners of his mouth proudly. "Uh-huh, sister Horaka gave it to me!"
"Is Sister Horaka the sister outside with the freckles next to her nose?"
"Yeah!" Little Orange nodded and said happily, "I heard that there was a Orange for a long time, a Big Orange, but she was adopted by a kind person, so her name was left to me."
It can be seen that she likes this name very much, and does not hate the guy outside at all, and even regards that person as her mother.
Feng Qing felt a little sad.
Perhaps it’s because the NPCs here are more human-like than humans, but this game always feels extraordinarily real in inexplicable places.
"How long have you lived here."
"About a month?"
Orange tilted her head. She was not sure how long she had been here. After all, no one usually lived here.
perhaps?
Orange recalled while continuing in a low voice. "We used to live above, and only children who made mistakes would be brought here. Later, Sister Horaka said that the bad guys from the alliance are here and want to arrest us all.
They walked away and ate them. But she told us not to be afraid. She said she would protect us and let us hide underneath for a while and not make too much noise."
Listening to that childish voice, Feng Qing felt dumbfounded for a moment.
A bad guy? But think about it.
There is nothing as convenient as the Internet in the wasteland.
Maybe it means that in the far south, or in the land west of the great desert, the alliance may be a symbol of evil.
Seeing that the sister in front of him didn't speak, Orange continued tentatively in a low voice.
"The basement is too stuffy. I don't know when the alliance will leave my sister. Do you plan to take me away?"
She feels that this sister is pretty good.
She is quite beautiful and her clothes are very nice. "Do you want to come with me?"
"Well! Sister Horaka said that everyone will be adopted. The sooner the better, and it will be troublesome if it is too late, so you must be good when outsiders come." Seeing that someone is willing to adopt him, Citrus's eyes sparkled.
, stretched out his little hand and counted with his fingers seriously, "I can sweep the floor, mop the floor, wipe the windows, and wipe the table."
Seeing her counting on her fingers, Feng Qing felt her heart tightening slightly, but she still put on a smile on her face and praised her softly.
"It's great, unlike my sister who can only read poetry."
"Poetry?" Orange tilted his head.
"Well!" Feng Qing gently touched her head, "I'll teach you when I get out."
She can read a lot of poems, not just the few lines she carved on the plane for her own entertainment.
Return to the basement entrance.
Glancing at Horaka who was tied next to the cage, Feng Qing sighed and said.
"You, why don't you go down and repent?" Horaka's face turned pale and he begged.
"No, don't kill me. I told you. I was forced to do it. If I don't do something for Mr. West, I will be sold to the predators."
"You can argue with the judge about that kind of thing." Feng Qing glanced outside the corridor window.
Two wheeled armored vehicles were parked not far away from the entrance of the courtyard. The 20mm heavy machine guns on the roof emitted a cold light. Well-trained soldiers quickly controlled the entire area. With the cooperation of small drones, four people
Teams went door to door searching for signs of militants.
The armored vehicle bears the emblem of the First Corps.
There are quite a few people coming, probably a hundred-man team.
Although their military operations in Luoxia Province were mainly focused on maintaining order in the occupied areas, they also went to the front lines to participate in several battles when the players were unable to cope.
The NPC unit, which only has one life, has a style closer to that of a regular army.
A few gangs dare to challenge the alliance's war machine, which is really boring.
"Looking at this situation, there might be another big event on New Year's Eve." Feng Qing's eyes gradually became excited.
A group of soldiers wearing exoskeletons passed through the main gate, met Feng Qing's gaze, and walked over.
The soldier walking in front opened the visor of his helmet, struck his left chest with his right fist, and said cleanly.
"The 21st Centurion of the First Corps was ordered to take over this area. Just leave it to us."
As he finished speaking, a line of light blue text was updated on the VM.
[Task: Investigate the basement of the orphanage and wait for the arrival of alliance troops (completed)]
Following the NPC's movements, Feng Qing also put his right fist against his chest and returned the military salute, smiled and said politely.
"Well! I leave it to you."
The captain waved and sent one team to the basement, the other two teams to search upstairs, and the rest to stay in the hall on standby.
Looking at the heavily armed soldiers, Horaka, who was lying on the ground, looked ashen.
She has no doubt that the Dagger Gang, which used to dominate the slums, will probably come to an end this time.
The children locked up in the dungeon were quickly brought out.
What Feng Qing didn't expect was that the dungeon, which didn't look very spacious, actually contained ninety-seven people.
Since the temperature on the surface was much colder than that in the basement, and there were no clothes suitable for them in the car, the Alliance soldiers could only wrap them in quilts found in the building, and then hand them over to the refugee home.
Professionals take care of it.
The rescued children clung to their quilts and stared blankly at the soldiers wearing exoskeletons. Their faces were full of horror, but they did not dare to make a sound.
Some older girls guessed something, but their faces were also full of confusion about the future.
Looking at Feng Qing standing by the door, Xiao Guoji stopped and whispered.
"Sister, are you from the alliance?"
Even if she wasn't smart, she could guess something when she saw Sister Horaka's expression.
The soldier who took her into the car did not urge her to move forward, but stopped beside her.
Feng Qing knelt down and looked at her, gently touched her head and comforted her softly.
"Don't worry, we won't eat you." Orange asked in a low voice.
"Then, where will we be sent?" Feng Qing thought for a moment and tried to describe it.
"Well, a warmer place than here, where people will teach you how to read, write and count."
Citrus looked a little disappointed.
"Won't someone adopt us?"
Feng Qing didn't know how to answer this question, but looking at the little girl's lonely expression, he suddenly had an idea and said with a smile.
"But sister can come and play with you."
Orange's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Really?!"
"Yeah!" Feng Qing nodded vigorously, looked into her eyes, stretched out her little finger, "Pull the hook."
Although she didn't know the meaning of this, after hooking her fingers together and shaking them, the little girl felt warm in her heart.
She suddenly felt that the alliance was not so scary anymore.
Maybe Sister Horaka remembers it wrong?
After happily saying thank you, Little Orange waved goodbye and obediently followed the soldiers to the armored vehicle outside the courtyard gate.
Watching the armored vehicle drive away, Feng Qing had an aunt-like smile on her face and waved gently.
It's so cute. Can I keep one?
Suddenly realizing that his smile was a little awkward, Feng Qing's face turned red and he shook his head hastily to drive away the strange thoughts.
"By the way, spices, I have to buy some spices to go back to." Muttering to herself, she hurried out of the yard and walked towards the market at the main entrance of the giant wall.
I almost forgot about the real thing! It's getting dark.
I don’t know if it’s too late to go at this time. Facts have proved that it’s already too late.
There was a sentry post at the main entrance of the slum, and barbed wire fences and roadblocks were erected around the edge. A large number of troops entered through the sentry post.
Without documents, you are not allowed in or out.
Loudspeakers hung on wooden poles continued to shout into the slums, asking unrelated people to stay at home to avoid stray bullets.
This violent storm came suddenly and quickly without any warning, as if it had been prepared in advance.
Not only the slums were blocked, the market in front of Jubimen was also cordoned off by the First Corps and completely blocked.
A group of merchants and mercenaries gathered at the entrance of the market, shouting excitedly to the soldiers of the First Corps.
"What are you doing!?"
"We are here to do business! We are not your residents!"
"Are you robbers?"
"That's enough. At worst, I won't do this business anymore. Let me get out of here -"
In a sense, the Alliance's actions broke the convention that had been maintained in the Stone City for more than a century and reached beyond the giant wall.
Most of these people were carrying weapons, and the atmosphere at the scene was tense for a while.
Just as everyone was cursing and noisy, a loud noise broke the hustle and bustle of the market in front of the gate.
"Quiet!"
After looking around at the excited crowd, Wrench raised his voice and continued.
"We received news that there is a group of evil forces outside the giant wall doing evil. The close relatives of these predators are extremely arrogant. Not only do they commit crimes under our noses, but they also dare to kidnap our citizens and managers on our territory.
Order a strict and thorough investigation!”
"Everyone, please rest assured that we will never miss a bad person, and we will never wrongly accuse a good person."
Before he finished speaking, the scene became noisy again. It was obvious that some people were taking the lead in making noise and inciting the emotions of the wastelanders.
"What does this have to do with us! We are not the ones who kidnapped you!"
"This is outside the settlement. We haven't even entered your home. You are too lenient!"
"Where are the boundaries of the alliance? Why is your territory everywhere—"
"Bang one one!"
The piercing sound of the gunshot stopped all the noisy sounds. He looked at the noisy wastelanders coldly, raised his gun to the wrench in the sky, and continued in a cold tone.
"I haven't finished speaking yet."
The machine gun on top of the armored vehicle pointed over from a distance, and the dark muzzle sent a chill down the spines of countless people. Facing those pairs of murderous gazes, even the most ferocious wastelanders had no choice but to
The truth of "A good man never suffers immediate losses" is on his lips.
Surrounding here are not only the heavily armed soldiers, but also the residents of the shelter.
Except for those guys who are equipped with strange-looking prosthetics and don't look very smart, many of them can clearly feel the aura of the Awakened in their bodies.
The gang members mixed in the crowd were sweating coldly. Seeing such a serious battle, there was a faint foreboding in their hearts.
Looking at the silence of the crowd, Wrench put the pistol back on his waist without expression and continued speaking concisely.
"We will take care of where the bullets go."
"Everything within range is our territory."
A large number of armored vehicles came from the north, as well as the No. 1 tanks coming down from the front line. The murderous armors made countless people feel cold in their hands and feet.
At this time, a centurion wearing a heavy-duty exoskeleton walked up to Wrench and gave a military salute.
"The slums have been sealed off!" Wrench nodded.
"Prepare to implement the second phase of the plan."
"yes!"
The centurion stood at attention, gave a military salute, and immediately trotted to the roadside, signaled for the armored vehicle to start, and led his brothers towards the checkpoint.
The commander of the militia regiment who was cooperating with the operation glanced at the direction of the checkpoint, and then looked at Wrench.
"Isn't it going to take place after the new year?"
"Someone is trying to kidnap the residents of the shelter, and the action is ahead of schedule."
Anyway, the preparations are almost complete. There is not much difference in how many days are earlier and later. In order to prevent those people from slipping into the wasteland, the manager ordered that we start in advance.
Hearing Wrench's answer, the captain had a surprised expression on his face.
Kidnapping shelter residents?
Are those guys tired of living?
"Is he okay?"
Wrench replied casually.
"If you ask the people who kidnapped her, they are probably dead."
Commander: ""
After controlling the wastelanders in the market, the First Corps did not immediately track down the gang members hiding inside, but only gave them a window to surrender, and then focused their operations on the slums next door.
The cameras on the giant wall and the drones of Jushi Military Industry have already locked onto the residences of the major gang leaders. The pigeon missiles and 155mm howitzers deployed on the walls are on standby, ready for a surgical cleanup at any time.
Armored vehicles, with the cooperation of infantry, drove directly into the slums, heading straight for the strongholds of major gangs and killing them.
In the manager's terms, catch the most jumping big fish first, then kill a batch of half-sized fish, and the rest of the small fish and shrimps will naturally be honest.
It is not only the First Corps that performs the mission, but also the Burning Corps stationed in Boulder City.
As soon as they heard the "big job" ordered by the manager personally, the players who were busy preparing for the New Year's Eve activities immediately put down their work, picked up their belongings and rushed to the assembly point to complete the assembly.
How can fighting with aliens be as exciting as beating up predators?
The last team battle seemed like a long time ago! In a short time, the Burning Legion had gathered more than 500 brothers.
In the snowy field, Lao Bai, who was wearing power armor and carrying a rifle, walked to the front of the team and turned on the loudspeaker, shouting loudly.
"Wanted information has been updated on the taskbar! Share the 1 million silver coin bonus!"
"Live for full price, die for half price!"
Upon hearing such a generous mission reward, the eyes of the players who were ready to go started glowing green.
It seems that the people hiding in the slums are not gang members, but walking gold coins and breathing bounties!
Noticing the powered armor walking from the side, the man in the team was stunned for a moment, then suddenly recognized the boy as Ye Shi and screamed in surprise.
"Holy crap! How come you, a perceptual person like Ye Shi, are wearing power armor?!"
Unhooked the helmet visor.
Ye Shi, who was wearing the OD-10 "Dragon Cavalry" power armor, glanced at the quit smoking guy who was a full head shorter than him and said with a playful smile.
"Hey, my contribution points have been given to the knights a long time ago. Why can't I wear them anymore? How about I lend you some?"
Quit smoking: “Gan!”
This idea is indeed very exciting, and I will probably not push myself to pay it back at night, but after giving up smoking and thinking about it, I finally gave up the idea.
A power armor costs one million silver coins. If it was just a little short, he would borrow it, but unfortunately it was more than a little short.
It is better to wait until the contribution points reach the knight level and then save money to buy it yourself.
Looking at the noisy brothers, Lao Bai cleared his throat and shouted.
"We are all new here, so I won't say any more nonsense."
"Check your equipment and prepare for action!"
He was answered with loud and excited cheers.
"Ouch!"
Although this place is not far from the slums, they are not afraid of not being heard at all. After all, they are not trained functional NPCs and cannot understand the "dialect" in their shelter.
In addition, at the beginning of the operation, the alliance simultaneously launched electronic warfare against gangs in the slums and interfered with the radio frequency bands commonly used by major gangs.
At this moment, the control of the top leaders of the major gangs over the grassroots has been completely paralyzed, and the informants placed in the slums have become decorations. They can only communicate verbally in the chaos, or fight on their own.
The Guards have been collecting and monitoring the communication channels of gang members for a long time. This work is carried out simultaneously with the investigation of infiltration into the slums.
The Alliance's electronic warfare capabilities are not easy to use against the Legion, and they are occasionally suppressed by the Legion, but bullying these little minions is not easy.
Many gang members also know how to use walkie-talkies, and they use civilian walkie-talkies bought on the market.
Facing the alliance's well-trained regular army and wolf-like players, these stragglers active in the slums were quickly divided and surrounded, and killed one by one.
The banging gunshots were like firecrackers set off in advance, and the orange gun flames and tracers shuttled wantonly through the narrow alleys.
In just one hour, countless gang members in the slums were killed and injured. Hundreds of corpses were lying strewn in one street alone, and countless more were blocked in alleys with mud mixed with snow and water.
Soaked in blood and turned dark red.
This can no longer be called a war. It is a complete one-sided massacre!
Standing at the door of the West Willow Tavern, looking at the two armored vehicles parked on the roadside, West's face was filled with astonishment and horror, and his eyes were blood red.
He had already expected that the Alliance might take action against them, but he didn't expect it to happen so quickly. He was not prepared at all.
Looking at the swarming troops that had surrounded the place, West knew that resisting would only lead to death, and he immediately shouted at the big guns in the bar.
"Put down your guns! Are you crazy? Can you beat the power armor and tanks outside with these things?!"
The subordinates were all stunned by the roar and became at a loss.
West gritted his teeth, felt relieved, picked up a suitcase and walked out quickly, looking at the soldiers who were targeting him and shouted loudly.
"Don't shoot! Wait! Don't shoot!"
The murderous dagger with two big fists looked at him and said with a grin.
"What? Do you have any last words to say?"
Glancing fearfully at the pair of fists as big as iron pots, West swallowed, smiled coquettishly, and unfolded the suitcase in his hand.
Inside lay bundles of colorful banknotes!
Some of them are Cr, some are silver banknotes, and the rest are some light brown banknotes. I don’t know where the money is from, but the face value is not small.
"Your Majesty, I beg you to be noble and let go of the small horse. This money will be used as my filial piety to you and your brothers."
Before Murderous Dagger opened his mouth, the Kidney Fighter, who had only his head and limbs left beside him, stared and tightened his grip on the thing in his hand.
"Confused! If I beat you to death, this money is mine too!"
The good dog was startled when he heard this and stopped him quickly.
"Wait a minute, this guy seems to be on the wanted list. He'll be paid full price if he lives, but only half if he's dead!"
The Kidney Fighter was stunned for a moment, then he chuckled.
"Yes, capture him alive! Cuff him!"
Several players immediately stepped forward and pushed the guy holding the suitcase to the ground, ignoring his yelling and yelling.
West, who was pinned to the ground with his hands behind his back and choked on the mud, had a look of embarrassment, regret and despair on his face.
These guys really have no sense of morality! If I had known, he would have escaped from the alley
Continuous and intensive gunshots were heard from the tavern behind him, but it didn't last long before the last flickering flame was extinguished.
Before long, he saw another group of soldiers walking towards this side, pressing down Jeff who had previously hid in the safe house.
And it's not just them.
Also captured were the boss of the Dean Gang and the second-in-command of the Poison Gang.
Looking at those familiar faces, West's heart fell completely to the bottom.
He didn't understand until this moment.
The Alliance has been keeping an eye on them for a long time, and most likely the route they will take to escape is marked on the map.
The disgraced Jeff was dragged by a powered armor and knelt down next to West.
The soldiers seemed intent on classifying them.
With his hands and feet struggling to move, Jeff's Adam's apple moved. He looked at the powered armor standing next to him and said hoarsely.
"Even if you kill me, other gangs will replace us. This won't solve any problems."
"Let me see your leader, the respected manager. We can cooperate. I will help you do the dirty work that is inconvenient for you. Give me a chance!"
Lao Bai, who was standing aside, glanced at the chattering guy and suddenly smiled.
"Cooperation? You think too highly of yourself."
He has actually met these people.
That was a long time ago.
Although the alliance did not issue a mission to eliminate these guys at that time, he knew that sooner or later the managers would deal with these people.
Jeff was stunned.
The man's next words made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
"You have no value in recycling waste. It would be better for us if you died completely."
"As for the others becoming you."
"I'll send them to stay with you."
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