0472 Chapter 11, the blade breaks the sky, section 21
"Don't...don't shoot! We're here to negotiate!"
After being told by Qianliyan, the two unlucky guys. Of course, Qianliyan did not mention the fact that they could be protected by coming back alive. At this moment, he was listening to the negotiations ahead with the two people in the car through the eavesdropping device on the newlyweds.
The building was silent for more than a minute, until the two newcomers thought they could never hear any news again, and suddenly there was a distorted sound amplified by the old-fashioned inferior megaphone: "Come in!"
As soon as the two entered the door, they were immediately pressed against their heads by two electric guns, but they relaxed instead. Compared to the murderous superman outside and the fungal monsters that only appear in nightmare, these ragged refugees were like those
The same kind is really too friendly and safe.
"Hey, man, let it go," an office worker raised his hands and said, "The madmen outside drove tanks and killed the mushroom monsters like cutting vegetables. And we are just cannon fodder like you guys."
The newcomer's speech made more than a dozen people ambushed in the hall look at each other. The amount of information was too large, and they couldn't make up their minds for the moment.
In any case, the armored vehicles outside were truly seen by everyone, and they did not have the means to fight against that thing. Even if there were, they would never want to start a war in front of their hometown to cause some fatal things.
At this time, the newcomer's eyes had just adapted to the dimness in the hall from the bright searchlight environment of the armored vehicles outside, and then he was shocked. The dozen people in the hall were all white Western people's faces.
"Speak." A short Asian-looking old man flashed out from behind two white men and ordered in Chinese. Fortunately, there was no problem of language barriers.
"They are neither interested in your supplies nor have plans to occupy this territory. All they need is to send someone to come back with us to explain the situation here." The eloquent newcomer spread his hands and forced himself to do it.
A friendly gesture:
"How is it? If you want to pass this level without causing any trouble, we need to help each other. You send someone to follow us and we will ensure his safety. How about it?"
"This is not bad." Listening to the conversation in the building in the armored vehicle, Beyer told the botanist. He was not angry at all for the "betrayal" of the newcomer, but instead appreciated his talent for controlling the situation.
Unexpectedly, the development in the hall exceeded the expectations of all the survival elites.
"You drove the fighter planes into the city and wanted to scare us with artillery fire. But unfortunately, there are rules in the city. What you want is here," the old man said and knocked on his head: "But can
It cannot be pried open. Only food, medicine, and weapons can be exchanged for knowledge. Or are you threatening us?"
When he didn't speak, all the white men just whispered, and none of them jumped out to try to negotiate with the newcomer.
From the standpoint of a newcomer, even with Superman and the chariot on his back, how dare he threaten these guys who pressed his gun against his head? The man said earlier with a sudden inspiration: "We have both food and weapons, but we need the boss in the car.
Just say something. If you want, send someone to go back with us and negotiate with the boss.”
Then, the old man asked a question that the two newcomers had no response but shocked the three people who were eavesdropping on the armored vehicle.
"Well, it sounds like I have no reason to refuse to trade knowledge without any loss. Even if you have other plans, it is worth it to us to send a guy who has no value to be a hostage to you.
adventure.
But... I see you are eating chubby and fat, and you can find the fighter to drive. Are you a former HC team member? Before the negotiations, I just wanted to make sure one thing:
When did you come into contact with the chosen one? What did you do when you know the existence of ‘salvation’? If you don’t explain this question clearly, don’t expect us to send someone to you.”
With the old man's scheming, he spoke calmly when he asked the question, without showing any tendency to refer to. Therefore, the newcomer who could speak could only make a little speculation from the content of the question:
Calling a tank a fighter means that this place is no longer the world he is familiar with. Of course, this has been confirmed many times along the way here. Well, as an ordinary office worker in the world, he can't tell the difference between armored vehicles himself
The difference between it and the tank is not qualified to criticize others.
But from this we can infer that the common sense in this world is very different from the one that we are familiar with. Therefore, the HC in the old man is probably the regular army in this world. Then there are some differences in the language, "rescue"
It is nothing strange to call it "redemption".
After thinking for a moment, he looked righteous and righteous, as if he had lost his tragic warrior in the battle to defend his country: "Believe us, even in the current situation, we don't have it.
Give up saving everyone, we are going all out to redemption!”
Unfortunately, he neither knew the title of "Selected Person", which belongs to Lamarc game players, nor did he know the winning conditions of this game. So he only paid attention to it before being electrocuted and twitched all over his body and foaming at his mouth.
The little old man looked shocked and angry.
Under the searchlight of the armored vehicle, the front door of the building was pushed open from inside. Two heads rolled down the steps along the stairs, which was considered an answer to the survival elite team. As the survival elite's answer, a rocket dragged a long tail flame.
The moment before the door is closed again, squeezes into the crack.
boom!!!
"The botanist goes upstairs to catch a living who can ask questions. The guy who knows the most will always hide in the safest place, right? I'm responsible for disposing of the escaped ones." Bei Ye ordered, with the corner of his mouth hanging
With a hideous smile.
The RPG launcher on Qianliyan's shoulder disappeared out of thin air. While jumping off the roof of the car, he had already held a car-mounted heavy machine gun of the same style as the steel monster behind him.
After a while, a "da da da da da da..." sounded in the building, and no one noticed when the botanist who was still sitting in the cab had gone.
"Bay, I received a reminder from Misha that there are reward points for killing NPCs in this game!" During the roar of the machine gun, the excitement of the clairvoy sounded in the carriage.
"Then make money, check carefully, and advance slowly, and don't leave any living. By the time you finish cleaning, the botanist should have found the guy we need." Bei Ye was a little surprised, but he didn't reward him for the points.