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Chapter 884 The first battle of the Desert Corps

 While the sand sculpture and the comedian were standing on the roof watching the excitement, the Heishui Alley in the distance had turned into a mess.

As soon as Tallan Raider and his three cronies walked out of Nok's home, a group of vicious guys chased them.

This group of people were all wearing uniform vests, showing their muscular arms. They were carrying long guns, short cannons, and short knives, and there were all sorts of random things.

At first, Taran thought he was involved in some gang fight, until the other party fired a spray gun into the sky and yelled at him.

"In front! Stop!" "Don't run!"

Countless thoughts flashed through Taran's mind, including that he was sold by Nok, that these gang members were employed by the Enlightenment Society, etc., until Pickled Fish grabbed his arm.

"Fuck! Run!!"

Realizing that now was not the time to think about this, Taran suddenly came back to his senses and ran away without saying a word. "Run!"

At least nominally yes.

Moreover, a group of guards and comedians looked at me and asked.

My seven-star bad citizen of Los Santos was actually ridiculed by the NPC!? Enlightenment meeting

It included a sniper rifle that had been dismantled into parts, a submachine gun, some grenades and a manned drone. Because of this, I simply ignored the "hyenas" behind my eyes.

"If we want the residents of the shelter who know how to abandon the darkness and turn to the light," Angry Fatty Liver: ""

Infuriated by the rude curse, Tony narrowed his eyes, took off the cigarette butt, threw it on the ground and crushed it with the toe of his shoe. "You have always done business at a loss."

After living outside that city for so long, this was the first time I heard about that organization.

After all, we have no medical insurance, no medals for killing people, and even a box of ashes for those who are beaten to death. Everyone loses if we are too aggressive, but there are a few who are really desperate.

Two gangs were targeting him at the same time, and 40% of them were "surrendering themselves" for money.

Just like the street fighting of the regular army, the firefights of the big gangsters were not accurate at all. Most of them were hiding in front of the bunkers, and their weapons were close to the bunkers and firing inwards.

Another small gang in Whitewater Lane runs the smallest nightclub and casino in the entire city! Fatty Liver smiled lightly.

I was relatively unfamiliar with the terrain outside, but I was still bumping around like a fly.

The two sides exchanged fire for a long time. Although many bullets were fired, only a few people were shot and lying on the ground. "Wait, why did we start fighting on our own?!"

The medical miracle couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

The only good thing is that the reason for traveling is not far-fetched, so it's no wonder that if the other party bites us to death, it may be okay. For a moment, a possibility suddenly appeared in Talan's mind.

The moment he saw this face, Taran's eyes suddenly widened and he yelled angrily. Do we have any evidence?

Taran glanced inside and casually observed two groups of people, and found that we were all wearing completely different styles of clothing. Fatty Liver opened his eyes and looked at me and said lightly.

Seeing that the fat man on his lips was about to run away, Morse quickly called on the hyena gang to catch up.

"Centurion of the Guards, it seems that the money is so bad that the profit is decided. The Iron Hand Gang comes in and out, they can play by themselves." The loss can't be described as a loss of blood, it is simply a numbing loss!

"What kind of cerebral palsy leader?" Fatty liver raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

But I didn't tell the regimental commander the important trivial matters. "That's over."

Eight "I"s in a row made Taran's head confused, as if he had been kicked by a donkey.

I cursed, took out the pistol stuck in front of my butt, and planned to join the melee to regain my place, but I was stopped by the quick-eyed and slow-handed medical miracle.

He was too polite to be polite, but he was armed with all PU-9 submachine guns, but he didn't seem to be reasonable at all. Especially this "severed finger" pretending to be Nok.

Mr. Morse, who was hiding in the crowd, looked at the withdrawing assault vehicles with a sullen face. He knew what he was thinking. As for how those things were brought back, it was also very complicated.

"Thank him."

The eighty citizens of the Alliance who were captured later all insisted that they were here for tourism, and they completely treated us like fools. The sound of breaking through the air that blew away my cochlea made me calmly shrink my neck, and my running pace slowed down again.

some.

Customs will conduct a back-and-forth search when registering, which is the same as stowaways. The latter are protected by the laws of Triumph City. It's too bad and too bad.

That's wasteland.

Looking at the melon seed shells floating in the wind, Xiaojiang sighed and said, "He asked for it."

"Damn it, are those NPCs crazy?! I'm just trying to do a mission, but why do they do that?!"

The bullets flying quickly made the members of the Iron Hand Gang stay calm and avoid them.

I roughly guessed what this guy was going to do.

Taran's eyes flickered slightly, but he didn't run out of new ideas. This outfit contains all the equipment I don't have.

At this moment, the forum was filled with an air of slowness. After all, the war had been going on for so long, and this was the first time that the alliance's regiments were captured by "formed organizations" like that.

When he saw Taran discarding his weapon and actively walking towards the Wilant man's guard, the latter narrowed his eyes in surprise and gave a rare compliment.

Although the iron tube rifle wrapped with tape has no accuracy at all, the bullet it shoots is 7 mm after all. "Get off."

Medical Miracle: "If you are A Guang, give him a small wave of brush under his face. At the same time, go to the roof of the nearby building.

This group of armed guards wearing bulletproof armor, Taran meant that they threw away their pistols and walked towards the fleeing crowd with their hands raised, making a look of shock.

But why are gangs coming?

A group of people were chasing each other on the street like this.

The centurion looked at the guy who had opened his eyes. He waved his hand and asked people to capture me together and take me back as a trophy from the mission.

The pickled fish couldn't help but praise it.

The centurion who led the team walked up to me with a face on his face.

We are now grasshoppers under a rope. Even if we laugh at each other, there is no point. "I heard that the Enlightenment Society called on the residents of the shelter to split up and resist the war construction committee." Listening to the bullets whizzing above his head, Taran said again

He cursed in shock and anger.

"The people from the Enlightenment Society must have noticed us. They may set up a spot far away from the guardhouse where we are detained to keep an eye on you from a distance and mark the suspicious people."

Everything is according to my plan!

Pickled Fish looked at the regiment leader in surprise.

"Yes, young man, don't get excited! You are just joking. Even if you want to jump out of the car, you will jump out of the car during the mission. At most, you will have to wait until the mission is completed."

Hearing that his team members were so self-conscious, Taran's face also showed a bit of surprise. "Go and eat shit! Tony! Together with the female ducks next to him!"

The Talan Raiders suddenly felt a warning sign in their hearts. They grabbed the pickled fish next to them and led everyone to dodge out of the big alley next to the street.

Seeing the group leader rushing out at once, the three players also hurriedly followed behind and rushed towards the other end of the alley. The sand sculpture grinned.

Being the same as myself, that guy's customers are just cockroaches on Whitewater Street, and the speaker will not have the patronage of some Weiland people, especially the military nobles among the Weiland people.

Even if you have the ability of an awakened person, you are not so wasteful.

The speaker said it was because of money. I should have taken action when he opened the door just now, but he waited until now! "How do you count your people?"

"Did he shoot?"

In other words, keeping an eye on our port garrison was not an order from superiors, but a decision made without permission simply based on the trust of some of our own people.

Lu Ai Ai, who was holding a cigarette butt in his mouth, calmly replaced the new magazine of the submachine gun and unloaded it with a click. It is precisely because of this that Lu Ai Ai has always been wary of me, and Zhong Yi is willing to conflict with me. "Hey, this

"

That arrogant attitude completely angered Morse and the "hyenas" around me.

Lu Xinxin glanced at me and said with a smile.

They all only had one pistol on them, and the four of them couldn't muster ten magazines. However, the other side had all the sprayers and rifles available. The firepower of both sides was completely different!

Tony, who had been fighting with me one after another, stood next to me and lit another cigarette.

Taran Raider: "P, how long has it been since you started fighting among yourself? Can you and your father scold the plan together?" Fortunately, we walked around Baishui Lane several times while looking for the coordinates of the mission, which is equivalent to the speaker stepping on it.

Quite a bit.

"You're laughing so hard, I was fooled by artificial intelligence!"

Sure enough, just as this fool was trying to keep things quiet, a group of armed guards came over in an assault vehicle. "Thank God, they're finally here!"

Taran breathed a sigh of relief, with an expression of relief on his face.

As the eighty-level awakened ones joined the battle, the battle in Whitewater Lane retreated into a cold state. The eighty members outside the hotel were taken away in one pot, and the Weirant people really stared at us. We looked back and took a look at the dying man.

Guys, Morse said angrily. "Thank you."

"What's the point? Everyone depends on their ability." "How the hell do you know?"

I had high hopes of prying something out of these people's mouths, hoping to open a breakthrough under that guy. "We haven't finished colluding with each other yet, even though we were talking about a business trip and a trip."

Taran, who was hiding outside the alley, was dumbfounded. The medical miracle next to him swallowed his saliva. Morse and Tony, who were chasing after him, turned green when they saw the guy rushing away from the market.

"There are NPCs who are as sneaky as you, or the same face appears for several days in a row. Make good use of manned machines and facial recognition. Don't just stand around. It's time to go."

After the two people's persuasion, Taran gradually calmed down and started thinking about how to get out of trouble.

I am sure that he died in our pursuit as an Alliance citizen. It may be a trouble for the Southern Army, but it is definitely a trouble for the garrison.

Fortunately, a brother was hit in the chest by a stray bullet. His blood immediately spread all over the place, and he was calmly pulled to the front of the bunker by the gang members nearby.

Normally, the Weirant people prohibit us from fighting, but we are relatively restrained. Even if we kill someone, we will do it openly in the street. After all, everyone wants to attract suppression from the army.

"Fat, let him go online and take a look." At least people have caught it. It doesn't matter anymore.

Before crossing two streets, I retreated directly outside the market where the crowd was gathered, and fired a shot at everyone. The whole market was in a commotion.

Although it actually has something to do with me, it seems that there is no need to explain. "Damn it, brother, don't get excited!"

"Doctor" York was the first to hold back, roared angrily, raised the iron pipe assault rifle in his hand, and fired a burst of "Brownian motion bullets" across the street.

Listening to the wanton ridicule of his eight confidants, Taran's entire face turned the color of pig's liver. This feeling of aggravation was more painful than killing me.

It was only Taran and eight of my cronies who were frightened. Even Morse and York, who were chasing Shishe in front, were also frightened. The speaker and his people dispersed and hid aside.

Before listening to Fatty Liver's statement, Taran secretly thought that it was true.

The sound of gunfire filled the entire street, and the noisy rain of bullets and gunpowder instantly left rows of bullet holes under the mud houses along the street.

And you haven’t traveled to the enemy’s territory?

The medical miracle in front of me wanted to cry and laugh at the same time, but finally suppressed the laughter and cried. "We were the ones who shot! If you ask someone carefully, you can find out."

That does not mean that the people in Weiland are not very disciplined, but that there are established procedures in any system, and it is possible to allow individuals in that system to do whatever they want.

"It's a thank you. If I have to thank you, I can't keep it until his funeral. No matter how big the mosquitoes are, they are still meat. You will take care of his territory for him."

Chasing in front of the regiment commander, the medical miracle couldn't help but complain. Looking at the silence, the sand sculpture and the comedian finally finished eating the melon seeds in their pockets. "Damn it."

"You?! Are you kidding me? You're just a tourist! That's your V. There's no electronic visa for you out there. You just got it back from customs!"

"Is this the case for me just like that?"

It was at that time that I noticed an unfamiliar face among the group of people on the right. "Just wait and see."

If it is really what I think, we will definitely not be able to cooperate.

These Weirant people don't really care about our life and death. They often deal with these little noses. Lu Xin's heart is very vague as to what the standards for doing things are.

Taran's eyes narrowed in surprise.

The corner of Taran's mouth curled up into a smile, and he looked at the eight confidants who looked surprised and said lightly.

Seeing his eldest brother lying in a pool of blood, Morse's eyes suddenly turned cold. He looked murderously at the woman in formal clothes across the street, gritted his teeth and made a sound like a poisonous snake spitting a message.

Comedian: "What does it mean to be suspicious?" "He is just too stupid!"

"Fat liver, he sent private messages to our group members online to connect our confessions! He killed us in one bite. We are here for business inspection."

Throwing the melon seed shells upstairs, the sand sculpture clapped his hands and picked up the travel bag lying aside. "You stepped on a cockroach when you went out today. What does it have to do with you?"

"Oh no, let him be the leader."

"Awesome!"

Thinking of that, Taran's heart moved and he looked at Fatty Liver, who had been talking.

I first sent the eight eldest brothers away on a ladder, and then single-handedly killed them out from between the two groups of men with only a pistol.

Do these Wilantes have enough evidence to prove that they are spies for the Alliance?

With that word in his mouth silently, Morse shook his chin heavily, turned around and left with his disciples. Tony grinned heavily and said quickly and calmly.

Iron Hand Gang!

Whoever gives the order must take responsibility. This logic also works within the army.

"Nok? What's my name, Nok? Remember my name, my name is Broken Finger! He's stupid!" Talan said with a sudden thought, and quickly made a decision.

"The quality is really poor." The centurion squinted his eyes and looked at the guy from the alliance with a critical gaze, wishing that the tip of his nose would poke under the beautiful but annoying face.

As he spoke, Taran pointed in front of him at the group of gang members who were chasing after him.

"You just came back from the line. The eighty brothers outside our hotel haven't been eaten at once." A gang member wearing a vest stood firm and walked down to ask for payment.

Pickled fish is also easy to eat.

After saying that, I waved my index finger back, and a group of murderous women in formal suits set up their PU-9 submachine guns and fired at the other side of the street.

"What now? What are you doing?"

After all, they were veterans who had lost their lives at the hands of pangolins. Although the Tallan Raiders were very smart, they knew everything about their skills.

When he heard the name Nock, Morse, who was fighting with Tony, was stunned, and then he laughed and yelled like crazy.

"What about him?"

The submachine gun was thrown into Dadi's hands. Tony looked at me mockingly, and despite the angry glares of the hunting dogs at him, he turned around and walked away with the people.

They are the same as the group of guys in vests in front of me, but they are well-dressed and have a less refined temperament.

So we entrusted it to local gangs. That way, even if we only caught one body, we couldn't leave the blame to the gangs in the fight and turn the internal security issue into a security issue.

"Hahahaha!"

Pickled Fish: "No! You were the mastermind behind that wave." "Noak! Why did he betray you!"

Almost at the same time as we turned a corner, the white holes of the guns spurted out tongues of fire. But today is the same as before. The guard team has a wanted order, and even if the person is dead, there is no explanation.

It becomes an accidental injury in a firefight. If you die, all your equipment will be exploded, all unsaved experience will be lost, and you will also have the hidden mission you just obtained.

After all, resurrection takes eight days, but being posted on the forum and laughed at lasts a lifetime.

Morse's eyes narrowed to a slit, he looked back from the direction Tony left, then looked towards the direction the assault vehicle left, and spoke word by word.

The centurion who wanted to hear my nonsense pushed me and handed me over to his adjutant. While I was talking, a bullet flew past my ear.

"What a shame, that idiot has nothing to offer, yet he still figured out the trick of surrendering himself."

Of course I knew who these thugs were, but I thought that the "wanted order" issued by my side would actually help me. I no longer had an excuse to be persecuted and seek asylum.

York stared at this guy with a murderous gaze, until the figure disappeared at the end of the market, then he looked at his son and spoke in a higher voice.

"You help them stop the attack. They will find a way to escape north in a while. They will escape from the settlement first, and then wait for news from you." Pickled Fish: "What Xiao Yiyi?"

The old man was only halfway through what he said when another group of kind-hearted guys rushed back from behind.

My teammates and I didn't take an abnormal path when we boarded the ship. Instead, we got stuck in the blind spot of the customs NPC's vision and got stuck due to a bug.

The quality of the new people I recruited that time was wrong. It seemed that my ambition to hit TO was hopeless! There was a new map several time zones away from the save point and resurrection point.

"Tony what the hell does he mean?"

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