Of course, Mark Malcolm didn't know that old Charlie had no right to arrange the position of captain of the guard, but he just announced it through his mouth.
After all, in name, the guard belongs to the street office and is loyal to all residents of Beit Street.
In reality, however, shelter 404 has long since taken over control of Beit Street.
Whether it is the mayor or the captain of the guard, they are actually appointed by the manager of shelter 404 himself...
...
VM for all players in Shelter No. 404:
[ Today's news:
1. Yesterday evening, someone saw hunting claw crabs by the lake. Fishing players should be cautious when making nests.
2. The situation in the northern part of the River Valley Province continues to be turbulent. If you find a large number of refugees, please report to Manager immediately.
3. Goblin Technology is selling co-branded and limited-edition wasteland punk clothing, which is full of holes and shows the true qualities of wasteland boys! A total of 7 pieces, while supplies last! (This article is a paid advertisement, and the advertisement space is for long-term lease, if you need it, please contact the assistant of the manager.)]
[ New food varieties in the outpost: Corn and beets.]
[ Today's recommended recipe: Fried corn crisps and raw beet juice. ]
[ New storage item in the warehouse: White sugar.]
[ Reminder: According to the divination of the proprietress of the weapon shop, you will have good luck if you explore to the north. But please remember not to go too far alone, it is very painful to run away! ]
The sun rises.
The twilight of the morning sun sprinkled on the snow, illuminating the footprints spreading out from the nursing home.
The players who had already decided where to go left the outpost in groups of three or four, and the players who hadn't decided where to go stayed in the square.
There are still many newcomers who have just entered the game. Because everything in front of them was too shocking, they were stunned at first, then danced with excitement, and even lost their minds.
Some players knelt on the ground, stuffing snow into their mouths excitedly.
Of course, this is quite sensible, at least to taste the taste of snow, and it is not a matter of social death.
As for some small players with naughty eyes, in order to avoid their social death, Lucius will force them to go offline for 10 minutes, return to reality and calm down before coming back.
Regardless, today is another beautiful and hopeful day.
"It's changed, it's changed, 90 silver coins will give out a second-hand revolver rifle, contact me if you need it!"
"Boss, I'm a newcomer! May I ask how long it takes to earn 90 silver coins?"
"Soon, two or three days if you're lucky, a week if you're unlucky. Hurry up and find an old man of the same sequence to take you through the task of passing on the torch, and you'll have the ability to protect yourself when you reach LV1 , the reward is just enough to buy a set of hunting equipment."
"Are there any perception players? Open up wasteland to the north, if you are interested!"
"Shocked! Have you watched VM's feed today? The planning father finally remembered to enrich our recipes!"
"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!"
"By the way, the price of corn and sugar beets is so expensive, twice as much as that of green wheat and croissants."
"Maybe it's better to grow green wheat and croissants."
"When will Red Face Boxer's greenhouse farm open? Why is there no movement after a sign is inserted by the lake?"
"I don't know. I feel that when the ruins of the greenhouse are laid down, he might lose his job right away."
"Hahahaha, this is too miserable."
At present, the progress of the strategy of the greenhouse ruins has reached the final stage.
The Cowboy Team successfully reached the gate on the first floor, and activated the gate to cut off the connection between the ground floor and other floors.
In this way, the Devil Moth cannot be reinforced from other floors. The rest of the job is to clean up the fish that slipped through the net.
According to Tomorrow's post on the official website forum, it can be done in one day if it is fast, and two days is basically enough if it is slow.
At that time, the constant temperature planting units full of spiritual leaves on the first floor of the greenhouse ruins can also be reused.
...
Just when the players happily started a new day of moving bricks, Lucius, who finished reading the opening remarks to the newbies, turned around and went back to the shelter, opened the manager allowance page in the system, and confirmed his raward.
These days, the players have been very diligent, and his reward points have accumulated to 137 in the blink of an eye.
He can happily open the blind box again!
Lucius didn't do it right away, but went to the B2 floor to wash his face first, and then he calmly chose to draw.
7 primary blind boxes, 4 lollipops, 2 cans of soybean pork with a net content of 500g, and 1 pack of cumin with a net content of 200g.
Overall, good luck.
Not to mention the two cans, the delicacies produced by the shelter have never disappointed Lucius. And then there is the bag of cumin, which is a good thing!
BBQ without cumin is soulless!
As for the 3 intermediate blind boxes and 1 high-level blind box, the things opened are very ordinary, namely three packs of hemostatic bandages and an EMP grenade. Especially the latter, specialized in killing electronic equipment, has zero effect on other targets.
Excluding a certain friendly unit, Lucius couldn't even find a target that could be damaged by this grenade.
And the most uncomfortable thing is that this thing is still a one-off.
The items exchanged for 100 reward points can only be used once, which is too uncomfortable!
"Damn it, why don't you give me some more bandages!"
It would be nice to have another drone.
Cursing and picking up the grenade from the conveyor belt, Lucius opened the system interface and glanced at his taskbar.
The only remaining task now is the branch line to exterminate the mutant tribe that was triggered when the mutant tribe was discovered for the first time.
At that time, there were too few people in the shelter, and there were only 5 people including himself. Lucius rationally chose to turn around and slip away.
Now the population of the shelter has increased dozens of times, and the number of players alone has reached 250, which is obviously different from the situation at that time.
Looking at the task reward of 200 reward points, Lucius couldn't help itching. In other words, another batch of goods came into the weapon store, and the number of players who just bought guns reached hundreds. It can be said that the army is strong.
Wouldn't it be too bad if it didn't hit a wave of mutant tribes? It's not because he want to smoke two more advanced blind boxes.
The main reason is that these green-skinned muscular guys live not far from his house, and they have been kept there all the time, and they can't sleep well.
Looking at the last side task left in the system interface, Lucius felt that it was time to break up with those green-skinned muscular guys.
Thinking of this, without hesitation, Lucius immediately edited a task with VM and sent it to the small players near the outpost.
[ Mission: Assault on the mutant tribe on Street 76. ( Limited to 10 people) ]
[ Discription: The mutant tribe on 76th Street continues to threaten the security of the outpost, and we have no room for negotiation with the barbarians. We need a quick raid to weaken them and see them for what they are. Whatever method you use, kill at least one mutant! ]
[ Level Requirements: sequence level LV4 or above.]
[ Rewards: 15 silver coins will be awarded to individuals participating in the raid mission, and 15 silver coins will be awarded to the team for each mutant killed. ]
Editing is complete.
Hit send! In less than half a minute, the number of applicants soared to more than 40 in an instant. It is estimated that seeing that the rewards are too high, even many life professional players came to join in the fun.
Based on their contributions and grades, Lucius carefully selected 4 players from the strength system, 3 from the agility system, 2 from the physique system, and 1 from the perception system, and formed a raid team, with the player with the highest contribution point as the captain.
Then, Lucius deployed the drone over the mutant tribe, and sent the aerial images to the players' VMs.
Everything's ready!
The little players who had completed the formation quickly put on their combat equipment, and headed towards 76th Street with their weapons on their backs.
Looking down at the ground from the perspective of the drone, Lucius could clearly see the small heads assembled at the entrance of 76th Street.
Unfortunately, there is no way to control their actions for micromanagement. Otherwise, it's really almost the same as playing an RTS game...
Meanwhile, the front lines.
The players gathered at the entrance of 76th Street began to formulate specific combat plans based on the aerial images received in the VM.
The mutant tribe is located in a residential area with a dome, so they can't see what's going on inside. Surrounded by the ruins of high-rise buildings, the terrain is very complex and not easy to access.
In addition, there are sentry posts scattered around.
These green-skinned muscular guys are quite wretched and will use bunkers for camouflage. Apart from the open-air sentry posts captured by drone aerial photography, there must be others that have not been photographed. I don’t know which street corner they are hiding in.
Tabletop Cop: "Why don't you try high-altitude parabolic? The tallest building next to it has 30 floors. We can go to the roof and throw stones down to kill these animals."
Throwing a rock from the top floor of the 30th floor is no less powerful than a bullet. As long as it hits it, it will be a big disability if it doesn't die!
Night Commander: "A good idea, but what is uncertain now is whether there are other alien species in the tall building."
Edge Paddle: "What a good idea, it's completely nonsense, how do you go up when the building is broken like this? Even if you go up, the north wind is blowing, who can you hit? You can't stand there Let you smash it? When the other side reacts, just wait to be surrounded and suppressed. Such a tall building has no place to run!"
Richest Elf King: "Then what do you think should be done?"
Edge Paddle: "I am a perception system, and a physique player will cooperate with me to pull hatred. When the mutants are led to our ambush point, we will directly open fire and shoot them to death. I don't believe those green-skinned muscles guy, can hold the 7mm in my hand!"
Killing Chicken At Midnight: "I propose a rush! My big ax is already hungry and thirsty for blood!"
In the end, everyone unanimously approved the proposal of Edge Paddle.
Eight players were scattered behind the bunker in the middle of No. 76 Street. A player with a physique system and a player with a perception system were carefully moving towards the mutant tribe.
The plan went well.
However, when the two baited people walked out of the ambush point for about a hundred or two hundred meters, an accident happened suddenly.
The [ Old King Next Door ] who was walking in the front kicked the explorer who was buried in the snow. Before he could react, the soda can hidden under the wreckage of the car exploded instantly.
Broken shrapnel swished and flew, and the door of a wrecked car next to it was riddled with holes.
Sandwiched between the wreckage of two cars, [ Old King Next Door ] was smashed into a sieve by flying shrapnel before he even had time to shout out "Karma", and fell down in the snow covered in blood.
The sound of the explosion echoed on the cold 76th Street.
Seeing his teammates who were killed on the spot, [ Edge Paddle ] who was walking behind was stunned.
What's the situation?
Can the perception system not perceive landmines?
Maybe it was because the landmines were hidden so well that he could feel the slightest hint of danger. But in any case, this is the end of the matter, [ Edge Paddle ] made a decisive decision, rushed to recover the teammate's VM and revolver, turned around and ran away.
However, Danger was still one step ahead after all. He had just run out two steps when a cold arrow flew from a distance and hit his thigh.
"F*ck!"
Knees folded, and the running [ Edge Paddle ] staggered forward, and the whole person fell on the snow, his face covered with snow.
Ignoring the need to check the injury on his thigh, he immediately rolled sideways and hid behind the abandoned car bunker next to him as the warning signs suddenly rose in his heart.
It almost brushed against his shoulder, followed by another cold arrow, piercing obliquely at the position where he was lying on his stomach just now.
There was a chill down his spine, [ Edge Paddle ] couldn't help shivering.
If it was a little slower, I was afraid that I would go back to the official website OB on the spot. Fortunately, the arrow didn't hurt the artery, and he grinned and snapped off the shaft.
It doesn't hurt. It's the blood bubbling straight out, which looks a bit oozing.
"Mom... I underestimated the enemy!"
I didn't expect that the AI IQ of this game is quite high, and these mutants would actually engage in sneak attacks!
There was no fear in my heart, and the [ Edge Paddle ] leaning against the back of the bunker became excited instead.
What's the point of fighting with the mentally handicapped? If you can fight against the strong, even if you die, you will die without regret!
Anyway, it's a game, and he won't really die.
"Ahhhhhhhh, I'm going to die!"
Grabbing his teammate's revolver and sticking out of the cover, he swiped at Edge Paddle without even aiming at it, and went in the direction of the arrow, just scratching wildly.
Six rounds of bullets were fired at the speed of light, and after a burst of random shooting, it was lonely. No one saw it anywhere, let alone hit it.
However, although he didn't hit anyone, his random shot hooked out the mutant hiding in the shadows.
Maybe it was because he felt that he had pushed his prey to a corner, or maybe it was because of his confidence in his own strength.
A two-meter-tall, muscular mutant stepped out of the shadows. He held a hunting bow in his hand, and the bowstring in his right hand. His ugly face was cold and ferocious, like a bloodthirsty beast.
Edge Paddle behind the bunker and couldn't help holding his breath.
Is this still human?
"Do it! What are you waiting for?"
Shouts echoed in the street.
Although he couldn't understand what the human was saying, the mutant didn't take it to heart, he just regarded it as the howl of his prey.
However, at this moment, dense gunshots suddenly sounded from the other side of the street.
Eight rifles from 100 meters away opened fire at the same time, and the unsuspecting mutant was shot twice in the chest, spattering a stream of blood.
"Ah!"
Roaring in pain for a lifetime, the mutant who was shot rolled and hid behind the bus stop sign on the side of the road.
This little injury is nothing to it.
As long as it is not a fatal injury, even if the bone is broken, it can heal itself by virtue of its powerful recovery ability.
He drew his hunting bow and prepared to fight back, but at this moment, a cloud of white smoke suddenly shot out from the position where he was firing from a distance.
Before the mutant could react, the puff of white smoke hit the trash can behind it, and then a fist-sized guy rolled on the snow beside it.
After a brief pause, the flames of the explosion soared into the sky, and the shrapnel and smoke directly swallowed the mutant.
Even though it didn't blow it up on the spot, a human with an ax soon rushed to it, yelled and struck it with an ax, chopping off its head directly.
"Retreat! Retreat!"
"Cover me, I'll pull Brother Edge!"
"There is also Old King Next Door!"
"He's too far away, let's just leave him alone! I have the VM and the gun with me. If you can't drag the body away, just let it go!"
Under the cover of his teammates, a strength player carried the injured [ Edge Paddle ] and retreated towards the intersection of 76th Street.
Mutant reinforcements have arrived, and the operation can only end early.
Battle damage: 1 dead, 1 wounded, 1 replaced
Obviously, this group of mutants is not as easy to deal with as imagined. They are not only proficient in urban warfare, but also know how to lay traps.
But even so, it is still a dead one. This wave is not bad!
Of course, Mark Malcolm didn't know that old Charlie had no right to arrange the position of captain of the guard, but he just announced it through his mouth.
After all, in name, the guard belongs to the street office and is loyal to all residents of Beit Street.
In reality, however, shelter 404 has long since taken over control of Beit Street.
Whether it is the mayor or the captain of the guard, they are actually appointed by the manager of shelter 404 himself...
...
VM for all players in Shelter No. 404:
[ Today's news:
1. Yesterday evening, someone saw hunting claw crabs by the lake. Fishing players should be cautious when making nests.
2. The situation in the northern part of the River Valley Province continues to be turbulent. If you find a large number of refugees, please report to Manager immediately.
3. Goblin Technology is selling co-branded and limited-edition wasteland punk clothing, which is full of holes and shows the true qualities of wasteland boys! A total of 7 pieces, while supplies last! (This article is a paid advertisement, and the advertisement space is for long-term lease, if you need it, please contact the assistant of the manager.)]
[ New food varieties in the outpost: Corn and beets.]
[ Today's recommended recipe: Fried corn crisps and raw beet juice. ]
[ New storage item in the warehouse: White sugar.]
[ Reminder: According to the divination of the proprietress of the weapon shop, you will have good luck if you explore to the north. But please remember not to go too far alone, it is very painful to run away! ]
The sun rises.
The twilight of the morning sun sprinkled on the snow, illuminating the footprints spreading out from the nursing home.
The players who had already decided where to go left the outpost in groups of three or four, and the players who hadn't decided where to go stayed in the square.
There are still many newcomers who have just entered the game. Because everything in front of them was too shocking, they were stunned at first, then danced with excitement, and even lost their minds.
Some players knelt on the ground, stuffing snow into their mouths excitedly.
Of course, this is quite sensible, at least to taste the taste of snow, and it is not a matter of social death.
As for some small players with naughty eyes, in order to avoid their social death, Lucius will force them to go offline for 10 minutes, return to reality and calm down before coming back.
Regardless, today is another beautiful and hopeful day.
"It's changed, it's changed, 90 silver coins will give out a second-hand revolver rifle, contact me if you need it!"
"Boss, I'm a newcomer! May I ask how long it takes to earn 90 silver coins?"
"Soon, two or three days if you're lucky, a week if you're unlucky. Hurry up and find an old man of the same sequence to take you through the task of passing on the torch, and you'll have the ability to protect yourself when you reach LV1 , the reward is just enough to buy a set of hunting equipment."
"Are there any perception players? Open up wasteland to the north, if you are interested!"
"Shocked! Have you watched VM's feed today? The planning father finally remembered to enrich our recipes!"
"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!"
"By the way, the price of corn and sugar beets is so expensive, twice as much as that of green wheat and croissants."
"Maybe it's better to grow green wheat and croissants."
"When will Red Face Boxer's greenhouse farm open? Why is there no movement after a sign is inserted by the lake?"
"I don't know. I feel that when the ruins of the greenhouse are laid down, he might lose his job right away."
"Hahahaha, this is too miserable."
At present, the progress of the strategy of the greenhouse ruins has reached the final stage.
The Cowboy Team successfully reached the gate on the first floor, and activated the gate to cut off the connection between the ground floor and other floors.
In this way, the Devil Moth cannot be reinforced from other floors. The rest of the job is to clean up the fish that slipped through the net.
According to Tomorrow's post on the official website forum, it can be done in one day if it is fast, and two days is basically enough if it is slow.
At that time, the constant temperature planting units full of spiritual leaves on the first floor of the greenhouse ruins can also be reused.
...
Just when the players happily started a new day of moving bricks, Lucius, who finished reading the opening remarks to the newbies, turned around and went back to the shelter, opened the manager allowance page in the system, and confirmed his raward.
These days, the players have been very diligent, and his reward points have accumulated to 137 in the blink of an eye.
He can happily open the blind box again!
Lucius didn't do it right away, but went to the B2 floor to wash his face first, and then he calmly chose to draw.
7 primary blind boxes, 4 lollipops, 2 cans of soybean pork with a net content of 500g, and 1 pack of cumin with a net content of 200g.
Overall, good luck.
Not to mention the two cans, the delicacies produced by the shelter have never disappointed Lucius. And then there is the bag of cumin, which is a good thing!
BBQ without cumin is soulless!
As for the 3 intermediate blind boxes and 1 high-level blind box, the things opened are very ordinary, namely three packs of hemostatic bandages and an EMP grenade. Especially the latter, specialized in killing electronic equipment, has zero effect on other targets.
Excluding a certain friendly unit, Lucius couldn't even find a target that could be damaged by this grenade.
And the most uncomfortable thing is that this thing is still a one-off.
The items exchanged for 100 reward points can only be used once, which is too uncomfortable!
"Damn it, why don't you give me some more bandages!"
It would be nice to have another drone.
Cursing and picking up the grenade from the conveyor belt, Lucius opened the system interface and glanced at his taskbar.
The only remaining task now is the branch line to exterminate the mutant tribe that was triggered when the mutant tribe was discovered for the first time.
At that time, there were too few people in the shelter, and there were only 5 people including himself. Lucius rationally chose to turn around and slip away.
Now the population of the shelter has increased dozens of times, and the number of players alone has reached 250, which is obviously different from the situation at that time.
Looking at the task reward of 200 reward points, Lucius couldn't help itching. In other words, another batch of goods came into the weapon store, and the number of players who just bought guns reached hundreds. It can be said that the army is strong.
Wouldn't it be too bad if it didn't hit a wave of mutant tribes? It's not because he want to smoke two more advanced blind boxes.
The main reason is that these green-skinned muscular guys live not far from his house, and they have been kept there all the time, and they can't sleep well.
Looking at the last side task left in the system interface, Lucius felt that it was time to break up with those green-skinned muscular guys.
Thinking of this, without hesitation, Lucius immediately edited a task with VM and sent it to the small players near the outpost.
[ Mission: Assault on the mutant tribe on Street 76. ( Limited to 10 people) ]
[ Discription: The mutant tribe on 76th Street continues to threaten the security of the outpost, and we have no room for negotiation with the barbarians. We need a quick raid to weaken them and see them for what they are. Whatever method you use, kill at least one mutant! ]
[ Level Requirements: sequence level LV4 or above.]
[ Rewards: 15 silver coins will be awarded to individuals participating in the raid mission, and 15 silver coins will be awarded to the team for each mutant killed. ]
Editing is complete.
Hit send! In less than half a minute, the number of applicants soared to more than 40 in an instant. It is estimated that seeing that the rewards are too high, even many life professional players came to join in the fun.
Based on their contributions and grades, Lucius carefully selected 4 players from the strength system, 3 from the agility system, 2 from the physique system, and 1 from the perception system, and formed a raid team, with the player with the highest contribution point as the captain.
Then, Lucius deployed the drone over the mutant tribe, and sent the aerial images to the players' VMs.
Everything's ready!
The little players who had completed the formation quickly put on their combat equipment, and headed towards 76th Street with their weapons on their backs.
Looking down at the ground from the perspective of the drone, Lucius could clearly see the small heads assembled at the entrance of 76th Street.
Unfortunately, there is no way to control their actions for micromanagement. Otherwise, it's really almost the same as playing an RTS game...
Meanwhile, the front lines.
The players gathered at the entrance of 76th Street began to formulate specific combat plans based on the aerial images received in the VM.
The mutant tribe is located in a residential area with a dome, so they can't see what's going on inside. Surrounded by the ruins of high-rise buildings, the terrain is very complex and not easy to access.
In addition, there are sentry posts scattered around.
These green-skinned muscular guys are quite wretched and will use bunkers for camouflage. Apart from the open-air sentry posts captured by drone aerial photography, there must be others that have not been photographed. I don’t know which street corner they are hiding in.
Tabletop Cop: "Why don't you try high-altitude parabolic? The tallest building next to it has 30 floors. We can go to the roof and throw stones down to kill these animals."
Throwing a rock from the top floor of the 30th floor is no less powerful than a bullet. As long as it hits it, it will be a big disability if it doesn't die!
Night Commander: "A good idea, but what is uncertain now is whether there are other alien species in the tall building."
Edge Paddle: "What a good idea, it's completely nonsense, how do you go up when the building is broken like this? Even if you go up, the north wind is blowing, who can you hit? You can't stand there Let you smash it? When the other side reacts, just wait to be surrounded and suppressed. Such a tall building has no place to run!"
Richest Elf King: "Then what do you think should be done?"
Edge Paddle: "I am a perception system, and a physique player will cooperate with me to pull hatred. When the mutants are led to our ambush point, we will directly open fire and shoot them to death. I don't believe those green-skinned muscles guy, can hold the 7mm in my hand!"
Killing Chicken At Midnight: "I propose a rush! My big ax is already hungry and thirsty for blood!"
In the end, everyone unanimously approved the proposal of Edge Paddle.
Eight players were scattered behind the bunker in the middle of No. 76 Street. A player with a physique system and a player with a perception system were carefully moving towards the mutant tribe.
The plan went well.
However, when the two baited people walked out of the ambush point for about a hundred or two hundred meters, an accident happened suddenly.
The [ Old King Next Door ] who was walking in the front kicked the explorer who was buried in the snow. Before he could react, the soda can hidden under the wreckage of the car exploded instantly.
Broken shrapnel swished and flew, and the door of a wrecked car next to it was riddled with holes.
Sandwiched between the wreckage of two cars, [ Old King Next Door ] was smashed into a sieve by flying shrapnel before he even had time to shout out "Karma", and fell down in the snow covered in blood.
The sound of the explosion echoed on the cold 76th Street.
Seeing his teammates who were killed on the spot, [ Edge Paddle ] who was walking behind was stunned.
What's the situation?
Can the perception system not perceive landmines?
Maybe it was because the landmines were hidden so well that he could feel the slightest hint of danger. But in any case, this is the end of the matter, [ Edge Paddle ] made a decisive decision, rushed to recover the teammate's VM and revolver, turned around and ran away.
However, Danger was still one step ahead after all. He had just run out two steps when a cold arrow flew from a distance and hit his thigh.
"F*ck!"
Knees folded, and the running [ Edge Paddle ] staggered forward, and the whole person fell on the snow, his face covered with snow.
Ignoring the need to check the injury on his thigh, he immediately rolled sideways and hid behind the abandoned car bunker next to him as the warning signs suddenly rose in his heart.
It almost brushed against his shoulder, followed by another cold arrow, piercing obliquely at the position where he was lying on his stomach just now.
There was a chill down his spine, [ Edge Paddle ] couldn't help shivering.
If it was a little slower, I was afraid that I would go back to the official website OB on the spot. Fortunately, the arrow didn't hurt the artery, and he grinned and snapped off the shaft.
It doesn't hurt. It's the blood bubbling straight out, which looks a bit oozing.
"Mom... I underestimated the enemy!"
I didn't expect that the AI IQ of this game is quite high, and these mutants would actually engage in sneak attacks!
There was no fear in my heart, and the [ Edge Paddle ] leaning against the back of the bunker became excited instead.
What's the point of fighting with the mentally handicapped? If you can fight against the strong, even if you die, you will die without regret!
Anyway, it's a game, and he won't really die.
"Ahhhhhhhh, I'm going to die!"
Grabbing his teammate's revolver and sticking out of the cover, he swiped at Edge Paddle without even aiming at it, and went in the direction of the arrow, just scratching wildly.
Six rounds of bullets were fired at the speed of light, and after a burst of random shooting, it was lonely. No one saw it anywhere, let alone hit it.
However, although he didn't hit anyone, his random shot hooked out the mutant hiding in the shadows.
Maybe it was because he felt that he had pushed his prey to a corner, or maybe it was because of his confidence in his own strength.
A two-meter-tall, muscular mutant stepped out of the shadows. He held a hunting bow in his hand, and the bowstring in his right hand. His ugly face was cold and ferocious, like a bloodthirsty beast.
Edge Paddle behind the bunker and couldn't help holding his breath.
Is this still human?
"Do it! What are you waiting for?"
Shouts echoed in the street.
Although he couldn't understand what the human was saying, the mutant didn't take it to heart, he just regarded it as the howl of his prey.
However, at this moment, dense gunshots suddenly sounded from the other side of the street.
Eight rifles from 100 meters away opened fire at the same time, and the unsuspecting mutant was shot twice in the chest, spattering a stream of blood.
"Ah!"
Roaring in pain for a lifetime, the mutant who was shot rolled and hid behind the bus stop sign on the side of the road.
This little injury is nothing to it.
As long as it is not a fatal injury, even if the bone is broken, it can heal itself by virtue of its powerful recovery ability.
He drew his hunting bow and prepared to fight back, but at this moment, a cloud of white smoke suddenly shot out from the position where he was firing from a distance.
Before the mutant could react, the puff of white smoke hit the trash can behind it, and then a fist-sized guy rolled on the snow beside it.
After a brief pause, the flames of the explosion soared into the sky, and the shrapnel and smoke directly swallowed the mutant.
Even though it didn't blow it up on the spot, a human with an ax soon rushed to it, yelled and struck it with an ax, chopping off its head directly.
"Retreat! Retreat!"
"Cover me, I'll pull Brother Edge!"
"There is also Old King Next Door!"
"He's too far away, let's just leave him alone! I have the VM and the gun with me. If you can't drag the body away, just let it go!"
Under the cover of his teammates, a strength player carried the injured [ Edge Paddle ] and retreated towards the intersection of 76th Street.
Mutant reinforcements have arrived, and the operation can only end early.
Battle damage: 1 dead, 1 wounded, 1 replaced
Obviously, this group of mutants is not as easy to deal with as imagined. They are not only proficient in urban warfare, but also know how to lay traps.
But even so, it is still a dead one. This wave is not bad!
