After the dust cleared, Tang Ji was walking on the deserted streets. There were corpses everywhere on the roadside, and blood oozed from the collapsed buildings, as if they were flesh-and-blood creatures.
More were the remains of drones and mechanical dogs. At the height of the battle, a sudden EMP attack swept across the entire battlefield, destroying almost all technical weapons.
A man wearing an old-fashioned bulletproof vest glanced at Tang Ji from the corner of the street. He hesitated and hung the gun around his neck. He raised his hands to show that he was not hostile.
relieve
Tang Ji shot him in the head. No surprise, the prompt from the system proved that Tang Ji did not kill innocent people by mistake.
Tsk, these players have only been here for a few days and they have already started to learn how to disguise themselves.
Tang Ji looked at the pink high-heeled shoes leaking out from under the other party's robe, and found it difficult for him to find such large women's shoes in a place like this.
This may be the last player here. There are no new evacuation points in sight. Tang Ji listened carefully to the surroundings. The whole town was as silent as death.
There were no gunshots, no screams, and no cries of women and children, as if everyone had died in the battle just now.
The communicator built into the helmet didn't even have white noise. The emp attack just now was powerful enough to directly destroy those small electronic parts.
Tang Ji didn't even need to think about it to know that this must be Mikkelsen's handiwork. Players have the advantage in information warfare. This is the simplest means of checks and balances.
Mikkelsen has always had the courage to turn over the table when I can't play, so that no one can play.
A hurricane blew by, and Soult stood in front of Tangji, covered in blood. It was the first time for the young general to experience such a war, with a trace of panic on his immature face.
"Boss, Anthony is injured!" Surer pulled Tang Ji and ran away. Sometimes this kid was so full of energy that even Tang Ji had to work hard to break free.
And this little time was enough for Soult to drag Tangji through half of the town and rush into a house with less than a quarter of it left.
When Soult stopped, Tangji's soles were still smoking.
They fought a hard battle here. The wreckage of the drone was everywhere around the room. The parts of the robot dog almost filled the space on both sides of the door. There were charred black marks left by the explosion everywhere.
Anton was lying on a small open space in the middle of the room. Shadow and Saint were stretching out a large enough hemostatic film and spreading it flatly on the open wound on the opponent's abdomen.
Tony was lying on the side, with only half of his two mechanical prosthetic limbs left. From time to time, there were electric sparks. He was still energetic, helping to keep an eye on Anthony's vital signs.
Martin's whole body was stained red with blood, most of it his own. He was leaning against a broken wall and smoking, his eyes looking particularly vicissitudes of life.
He has awakened, but his ability is a bit off-the-wall, called [Eater Survival]...
Eat whatever you want to make up for it. Just when he woke up before the battle, Martin suddenly had an idea. He ate more than 20 pieces of red bricks that were bigger than a palm. His whole body immediately became stronger. The bullet hit his chest but it didn't penetrate the muscles.
But no matter how he thought about it, he felt that his ability was a little bit out of reach. Not to mention comparing with Tang Ji, Wang Zhengdao, and Surte, even the saints seemed to have better abilities than him.
That is to say, Anthony's life or death is uncertain now. This group of people are busy rescuing the doctor, otherwise they would have gathered around and ridiculed him. When Martin closes his eyes, he can see himself eating bricks...
Mikkelsen was leaning against the wall. Tang Ji went over and pulled him, and he fell to the ground. He had been dying for a long time.
"Thanks to Walter's medical injection, otherwise Anthony and Tony would be here.
"Shadow injected Anthony with another dose of therapeutic injection. The flesh and blood began to twist abnormally around the injection point, and the bleeding point disappeared visibly to the naked eye.
"Mikkelsen climbed to the top of the building and used some method to call a long-range EMP strike, otherwise we would all die." Shadow stood up with the help of the saint: "But we can't save him.
If Anthony is awake, he might still have a chance..."
"He's used to it anyway, isn't he?" The saint watched Anthony's vital signs gradually stabilize, and he fell back, not wanting to move at all.
There was a penetrating wound on his chest a few centimeters below his heart. The dragon scale armor had been torn to pieces in the hail of bullets, and the bullet hit him along the gap in the defense. If he hadn't reacted quickly, the shot should have hit his heart.
The explosions of those self-destructing dogs were very powerful. Although they established a defense line as much as possible, more than one self-destructing dog still rushed into the room and exploded.
The dragon scale armor withstood the damage from fragments, but could not withstand impact damage. The two crew members brought back by Surte died of internal organ damage in the continuous explosions.
"As you can see, we were beaten hard, but we survived." Shadow showed a proud smile. Anyone who survived such a battle would be proud.
"Yes, you survived." Tang Ji took out a box of Tree of Life from the dead Mikkelsen. Unfortunately, a bullet penetrated the cigarette box, so everyone could only smoke butts, or dip it in
Bloody cigarette butt.
But considering that this blood is Mikkelsen's, it's worth it, and you can even feel the added capitalist flavor in it.
Even Soult was given half of the tree of life. Tang Ji used the flame on his fingertips to light cigarettes for everyone. Everyone sat there and smoked silently.
No one spoke, no one wanted to go outside to see what was going on in the town, and no one asked such nonsense as why we wanted to fight, not even Sirte.
Some of these people are mercenaries who fight for money, and some are rough guys who can do nothing but fight. It is no longer important why they followed Tang Ji through life and death in the first place, what is important is now.
The outside is a hell on earth. Anyone with eyes can see what these players are doing here. They are trying their best to prevent the entire world from becoming what it is outside tomorrow.
"I killed nine." Shadow suddenly said, taking a puff of cigarette into his lungs: "I think I can sleep well at night."
"I killed four." Martin muttered, and spit out the brick slag. His teeth, oral cavity and digestive system were slowly adapting to his new abilities, so his words were somewhat ambiguous: "Luck.
not good."
"One, unlucky." Tony savored the charm of the Tree of Life, and then looked at Mikkelsen's body. He rolled his eyes and clearly remembered the setting that Mikkelsen would drop treasures.
"I didn't count. I killed seven or eight people, all of whom were armed, but I'm not sure if they were all players..." Soult looked at Tang Ji like an injured puppy: "Get it."
Those who use weapons are not innocent, right?"
Tang Ji said nothing and just nodded.
He is not a saint, but what Soult said is correct. Whether you like it or not, the war has begun. Either die, or pick up a gun and die with dignity. At least for the people in this small town, they
No choice.
"Head, someone is coming." The sound of Martin's bullet being loaded was clear and loud: "It doesn't look like our target."
Tang Ji stood at what was once the window and looked out. There were more than twenty men and women in total, all holding guns. The smallest one was not as tall as the rifle in his hand.
But those eyes let Tang Ji know that as long as he was given a chance, he would not hesitate to shoot, even if the gun butt hit back and broke his ribs.
Not a player.
Tang Ji saw the local man with whom he had met once in the crowd, and the other person recognized him at a glance, or in other words, he recognized the conspicuous devil skull on Tang Ji's waist.
Even if there are other heads around it, its sharp horns, obviously more slender lines, and ruby-like color all make it exude a unique intimidation.
The man was obviously stunned for a moment, and then whistled. Everyone stopped and looked at the man with uneasy eyes.
The other party stood twenty meters outside the house, nodded slightly to Tang Ji, then took out a sealed package of compressed biscuits from his arms, placed it on the ground, and turned around to leave.
The others also followed the example of men, took out something from themselves, put it there, and left together.
Tang Ji watched them go away before walking out of the room. There was a small puddle of 'gifts' piled on the ground, ranging from food to trinkets, from bullets to grenades.
The little boy left behind a small handful of dates, one of which still had teeth marks on it. Seeing the other person leaving his only 'snack' without hesitation, Tang Ji knew that he was already a man.
This land has never been truly peaceful in the past hundreds of years, and perhaps they will be the first to adapt to the new world.
A few minutes later, Wang Zhengdao appeared outside the door with Mikkelsen, three strangers and a lot of medical supplies, his face full of exhaustion.
"He is a doctor, let him take care of the wounded." Mikkelsen pointed to the bearded leader: "The best field doctor in Riyadh."
It's a pity that the doctor and his medical team were all pale, and they vomited all over the floor before Mikkelsen finished the introduction. As Wang Zhengdao's ability became stronger and stronger, for ordinary people, the sequelae caused by space jumps
It is also getting bigger and bigger.
"I need to rest for fifteen minutes before I can start working." The doctor couldn't take a single step and sat directly on the ground with his hands raised: "I won't tell anyone what I saw, but please don't say anything you need in front of us.
Confidentiality matters, this trip is obviously farther than I thought, I can give you a big discount, but please don't hurt me and my colleagues."
The doctor's calmness and proficiency in these words clearly indicated that this was not the first time he had worked in this environment. Mikkelsen pointed at the doctor behind his back and mouthed the introduction: "Superhuman!"
Wang Zhengdao went into the room to take a look at Anthony's condition. After he came out, he shook his head: "I can't take him away with my method. I can only treat him here and then fly him away."
He looked at the wreckage around him and asked enthusiastically: "How was the harvest?"
"Twenty-nine, the leader was not caught. They evacuated very quickly. It is estimated that the pioneers have returned." Tang Ji flicked off the cigarette butt, hooked Mikkelsen, and rubbed another life.
Tree.
"You guessed it right, those pioneers are back, but the Walter Group has become an empty shell now, and those pioneers have all gone underground." Mikkelsen puffed away along with him: "Next, we are still
We have to catch mice one by one."
"Don't forget to overeat and envy them." Tang Ji felt the smoke from the burning tree of life nourishing his lungs.
"Yes, yes, in addition to the troubles in other worlds, don't forget the big troubles in our homeland." Mikkelsen stood next to Tang Ji and patted his shoulder with some emotion: "Seriously,
If it weren't for these players, you would definitely be my biggest trouble."
"If it weren't for these damn players, I would be..." Tang Ji started, but he had no interest in continuing, at least not in front of Mikkelsen.
"What do you want to say? Without players, maybe you are already living a happy life now?" Mikkelsen's face showed a sneer behind the smoke: "Come on, I know you, even if there are no players, sooner or later there will be
Some person or force stepped forward and accidentally stood in your lane."
"Then you will be like a drunk driver, step on the accelerator to the bottom, boom!" Mikkelsen's two fists collided together: "Crash the thing in front of you to pieces, and then imagine yourself
My beautiful life was shattered to pieces.”
"Don't forget, even I have to lower my head to apologize sometimes." Mikkelsen shook his head and said: "You should be glad that this world is your stage now, even if you knock it into a
Even if you are a mess, no one will stand up and accuse you.uu Kanshu www.uukanshu.com "
Tanguy did not respond to Mikkelson, but he flicked the cigarette butt into Mikkelson's collar to express his attitude.
...
...
Hashem sat in front of the phone, dialed the Free Wind security number, checked the password, and got in touch with the organization.
"It's me, Hashem." Hashem's voice was hoarse. He had just experienced the darkest seventy-two hours in his life. He first witnessed the massacre, then was attacked, arrested, and imprisoned, and he was also famous.
Rust prison.
And he came back alive from there. This wasn't the climax. The real climax was when the group of people broke into the prison and killed all the guards inside, just for a piece of information he told him.
So magical...
Hashim simply explained his situation and asked the organization to send someone to take him back. He suffered a lot of torture and needed to rest for a while before he could return to his old job.
"We have captured a prisoner, maybe we can use him to save your people as a favor?" The person in charge of Freedom Wind was already keenly aware that his people had captured a big trouble.
And now he has a chance to use this big trouble to return a favor, why not try a win-win situation?
"We are very interested." Mikkelsen, who was standing next to Hashim, took the call and said in a calm tone: "And I appreciate the ideas advocated by Free Wind, so I hope to donate five million
The supplies in federal currency will be given to your organization."
"I will deliver the prisoner to you personally!" The person on the other end of the phone immediately became enthusiastic.