Young Master Long understood. He raised his hand and signaled for everyone to take action quickly. Now that there is no Death God in the Scarlet Guild, at least half of its combat effectiveness has been reduced. If we wait for that guy to come back, there will definitely be a fierce battle next.
"Kill." The chicken woman waved her big sword and rushed directly into the crowd. It was like a tiger rushing into a flock of sheep. Everywhere she went, screams were heard. Broken limbs and broken arms were flying all over the sky.
Seeing the chicken woman taking action, the brothers from the Scarlet Guild howled and rushed towards Young Master Long and others like wild beasts.
Due to the battle just now, the morale of Master Long and others was close to the bottom. Now that they saw the wolf-like guys from the Scarlet Guild, they had lost their fighting spirit for a long time.
Not only in terms of fighting spirit, but also in terms of equipment, they cannot be compared with the Scarlet Guild. Those big red names enjoy killing people. Their PK technology and equipment are naturally good. In addition, the recent occupation of the Storm Mine has caused the price of crystal ore to skyrocket. Now the Scarlet Guild Everyone here is a small rich man. Naturally, their equipment is much higher than that of those guys.
Crying to kill Zhentian. The blood of more than 1,200 people faced Mr. Long with 3,000 people. There was no fear on his face. Each strike was quick and accurate.
The division of labor of each profession is very clear. Knights are responsible for protecting mages and sharpshooters. Assassins are responsible for sneak attacks on the crispy ones on the opposite side. Swordsmen rush into the crowd and mess up their formations. Plus, the chicken woman is seven feet tall, has breasts, and has murderous aura in her crotch, killing people. Game masters such as Wu Wu and Revenant. For them, it is simply a matter of chopping up melons and vegetables.
Young Master Long and others were stunned by the group of guys in front of them. They seemed to be at a loss.
Originally, this group of guys was just a bunch of people, not to mention there was no cooperation at all. On the contrary, because the Scarlet Guild was trained by military instructors and had someone who specifically taught them cooperative combat skills in the game, their overall strength increased several times.
This was a huge defeat. In an instant, a one-sided situation formed in front of them. Young Master Long and others did not expect that they would be so vulnerable in front of Bloody. They did not even have the strength to fight back.
"Protect the president. Escape quickly." Seeing that the situation was not good, Ma Gan'er ordered his men to retreat hastily.
Those small guilds had already started running away before they started fighting. But there were bright red names all around, making it difficult to find a direction to escape.
In less than ten minutes, most of the people brought by Master Long had been killed. Blood flowed into rivers. The ground was covered with corpses and equipment.
"Retreat. Retreat quickly." Young Master Long waved his sword and shouted, his throat almost smoking.
Evacuate your sister. Everyone was secretly moaning in their hearts. The Storm Mining Area is the territory of the Scarlet Guild. Evacuate. Where to evacuate? Moreover, the cars were smashed by those guys. There is no means of transportation to escape.
There were more than a thousand people running around in front of them. Behind them, hundreds of people with big names were yelling and chasing and slashing. The scene looked very funny.
"Boss, there's no one in the mine. Why don't we go hide inside?" Hob Zhu Fei also secretly regretted it. They didn't expect that a guy from Lingyun was planning an empty city inside and bluffed them all.
Mr. Long's face was ashen. He looked at the beautiful woman getting closer and closer behind him. His heart felt cold. He didn't expect that this beautiful woman was more perverted than the God of Death. If he had known that he would be killed, he wouldn't come here to mine.
After getting into the mine, Mr. Long looked at the younger brother behind him. There were less than 200 people there. You must know that there were 1,300 people when he came here. The more he thought about it, the more heartbroken he became.
It was a mess outside the mine. The president couldn't find the battle captain. The battle captain couldn't find the squad leader. The squad leader couldn't find his soldiers. Let alone fight back. I wish I had a few more legs so I could run. Hurry up.
Ling Yun hurried towards the entrance of the cave. Suddenly a large group of people came in with a roar. Their expressions changed slightly. They hurriedly dodged back. Mr. Long, why did these guys come in?
Open the voice message. Then I understand the situation outside. It seems that these guys are at the end of their rope. They just come here to have some fun. They are seven feet tall.
Ru and others sent a voice message. First clear away the guys outside, and then come here to catch turtles in the jar.
Young Master Long and others were busy escaping, but they forgot that there was a super killer waiting for them in the mine.
The group of guys walked inside step by step. The speed was not very fast. Ling Yun took out a grenade from his backpack. This was still a meeting gift.
"Master, what should we do now?" Ma Gan'er and others looked at Master Long. Now they were just waiting for him to speak.
Mr. Long's face was extremely ugly now. He didn't find a beautiful woman and made a mess. No one was in a better mood. He sighed and said: "Let's go hide inside. Go offline to avoid the limelight. I'll let you know when the time comes. Brothers, come here to support us before we go online."
This method is the best method at present. But with Ling Yun here, it seems that this method will not work.
It seems that no one from the Scarlet Guild came after me. Young Master Long and others found a quiet place. "Well, this is it. Everyone, please log off. Wait for the notification on your mobile phone."
Young Master Long and others were just about to log off when the sound of system prompts came to their ears.
Ding. Sorry. You have been locked by the player. You have entered combat status and cannot log off.
"Why can't you go offline?" Mr. Long and others hurriedly looked around. At this time, they only heard a clang. A black thing rolled over and made a hissing sound.
"It's a grenade." Before Long Shao could shout out, the huge explosion had already swallowed up his cry.
The fire was full of smoke, shrapnel mixed with rocks flying everywhere. Suddenly, four or five guys turned into little white lights and went to the resurrection point to report.
"It's that bastard of Death. He's still here." Hob Zhu Fei got up from the ground. His face was covered in blood. His cheek was cut open by shrapnel and his mouth was leaking.
Suddenly, a figure flashed out from the corner of the mine. Ling Yun was holding the Cyclone Raider AK47-X. He always had that crooked smile on his face. "There are a lot of bastards here. It's a pity it's not me."
Before he finished speaking, AK47 started its roar. The bullets came. Those guys with residual health just stood up. In an instant, they were knocked to the ground by the powerful impact of the bullets, turning into streaks of white light.
Zhu Fei, the hob-meat, still wanted to curse. Unfortunately, countless bullets penetrated his fat pig-like body. He felt the feeling of the bullets piercing the skin and penetrating into the bones. The fat body fell to the ground and turned into a white light.
The magazine was empty. Ling Yun dodged and retreated. All that was left was a tear gas smoke grenade.
The space in the mine was originally very small, and the smoke could not be dispersed at all. Young Master Long's whole body was in great pain, and his face was covered with snot and tears. He could not open his eyes at all. It was more uncomfortable than death.
"Kill. Kill that bastard for me." Mr. Long didn't care that the people from the Scarlet Guild outside heard him. He led a group of young men and chased forward with a roar.
Successive failures, no, teasing, are unbearable for anyone. Who is Mr. Long? He grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth. Where has he ever suffered such setbacks? And they are blows one after another. If this continues, sooner or later, his brain will be damaged. It will collapse.
