Opening the bookmaker, Ling Yun quickly found the betting points for this cleanup. In a fit of anger, he added 1 million to Bloody's bet for victory, and added 100,000 to Bloody's bet of persisting for half a year. Anyway, now he has a lot of money, and he has been betting for several days. I didn't look at my bank account, but I didn't expect that more than 3 million yuan would appear out of thin air. It was probably all profits from trading venues and auction houses.
"Uh..." yawned and complained, "Yeah, I'm most afraid of staying up late. Brother, just watch for a while while I find a place to take a nap."
"Well, go ahead," Ling Yun now wished him to get out of here.
The guy turned around the tent and took a nap while leaning on the wooden stake next to it. Ling Yun tiptoed towards the central tent.
The lights were brightly lit inside, and the sounds of arguments could be heard from time to time.
"I still insist on my opinion. We should sneak attack on their guild stronghold after dawn," the speaker said with a hoarse voice, and the sound of drinking water could be heard from time to time.
A rough voice came, "We should first occupy the resurrection point of Demon City, with Demon City as the center, attack steadily, and slowly eliminate the Scarlet Guild, instead of like what the white-faced scholar said. You have to know that the Scarlet Guild is not garbage. There are many masters in it, we can’t rush for success,”
"Bah, I can't be in a hurry, I'll put down 1 million in three days to defeat the Scarlet Guild," the hoarse voice almost roared, and then there was the sound of the water glass breaking.
"Stop fucking arguing. We've been arguing for most of the night. Can we please let people calm down?" Another guy joined in, "Let's wait until dawn to make the decision."
"Who the hell are you? How dare you talk to me like this?"
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Ling Yun snickered secretly outside the tent, hearing the smell of gunpowder getting stronger and stronger inside, and there seemed to be signs of an explosion.
Take out the C4 bomb and click the button above skillfully. Let's make a noise and fight. I will send you to the West to learn from the scriptures in a moment.
The bomb was successfully planted, and the time was set to 10 minutes. Ling Yun buried it with two handfuls of soil, and the damn beeping sound really made people feel upset.
Carefully searching around, Ling Yun came here with another important purpose, which was to blow up their supply truck.
Every player has a backpack, but their backpacks are not like Ling Yun's backpack. They are really small and pitiful. Ammunition and blood bottles cannot last long, so several supply trucks are needed to transport consumables such as ammunition and medicines.
After searching for a while, we finally found several large trucks in the northwest corner of the camp. Six machine guns were mounted on the trucks, and eight sharpshooters, three assassins, and a dozen swordsmen were lying beside the trucks, sleeping soundly.
Looking at the tight security here, Ling Yun dared to conclude that those trucks must be supply trucks.
He took out a high-explosive grenade and two sweet potato grenades and hung them on his waist. He stared at the C4 countdown on the left side of the screen. It was about to explode in more than three minutes. That was the best time to attack.
Send a message to Ye Jingjing: As soon as you hear the explosion, lead your assassin group in immediately and kill as many as you can. After you succeed, retreat immediately. Don't be reluctant to fight.
Ye Jingjing sent an OK message, preparing everything needed, just waiting for the C4 to explode.
The heart beats with the time, the fighting nerves all over the body are tense together, and the desert storm in the hand is ready to go.
Boom, a huge fireball shot into the sky, the ground shook violently, and everything in the central tent was instantly torn to pieces by the C4 bomb.
Everyone shivered and stared blankly at the big fireball not far away. It took about two seconds for them to react.
"Enemy attack, enemy attack," the siren sounded, and a large number of black shadows rushed over like a tide.
The players responsible for guarding the supply truck obviously had little battlefield experience. The swordsmen who were sleeping soundly got up and hurriedly looked for their weapons; the assassins were still rubbing their eyes, and the sharpshooters picked up the weapons in their hands and rushed towards the explosion point. Go.
In the blink of an eye, the supply truck was empty, and not a single person had disappeared.
What a bunch of idiots. Ling Yun suppressed his laughter and hurried forward.
Suddenly the car door opened, and a soldier-looking guy walked out, "The spicy one next door doesn't let you have a good night's sleep at night," he yawned and rubbed his sleepy eyes.
Ling Yun was startled and handed over the barrel of the gun, "Since you want to sleep so much, then just sleep a little longer."
The tongues of fire were spitting wildly, but before the guy could shake off his sleep, he fell to the ground. There were five or six bullet holes in his body. He probably wouldn't be able to wake up tonight.
Lifting the canvas on all the trucks, he saw rows of medicines and magazines. Ling Yun couldn't help but sigh: "Tsk, tsk, what a pity, these guys can last for at least a year."
Biting down on the tab, the grenade rolled into the car with hissing smoke.
He fell to the ground and rolled to the side with several tumbling movements.
Three mushroom clouds rose into the sky, like three small nuclear bombs, and the power of the explosion was even more powerful than C4.
Several tires bounced and rolled away, bullets were flying everywhere in the carriage, and a whole box of grenades exploded from time to time.
"Fuck," the enemy finally realized that they had fallen into the trap of diverting the tiger away from the mountain. They picked up the guys one after another and rushed back. The camp was full of chaos and chaos.
A flash bomb was thrown into the air, like a small sun rising in the dark night, illuminating the entire camp.
Everyone squatted on the ground with their eyes covered. In the dark, the eyes are particularly sensitive to light. Facing the bright light of flash bombs, their eyes could be stabbed or blinded. Although this is in a game, it is still not what ordinary people's eyes can see. Tolerable.
The bosses of the Hagou Gang and the Wushuang Alliance were bombarded by C4 until nothing was left. With no one to direct them, the originally chaotic camp became even more chaotic.
"Don't panic, everyone, don't make chaos," a tall sharpshooter stood on the roof of the tent and shouted, "I am the vice-president of the Fantasy Sword Alliance, everyone listen to me now..."
Halfway through his words, two blood-red daggers were placed on his neck.
Kiss and throat,,586.
Backstab,,696.
Assassination,-756.
The corpse rolled down, and a gold-grade AK47 exploded on the ground.
The night was quiet and he picked it up easily, "Haha, I'm making a fortune now, I can sell it for over 100,000 yuan,"
Hundreds of assassin brothers jumped up from the darkness at the same time. The panicked enemies didn't even have time to turn around, and sharp daggers had already cut through their throats.
The assassin's sudden burst of attack power is quite terrifying, and coupled with the continuous attack skills, it is simply a nightmare for players with low defense.
In less than ten seconds, there were hundreds of corpses on the ground.
Zi Yan brandished the big sword like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. Wherever it went, the sword flashed and shadows were drawn, and blood spattered out from the broken limbs.
