Noisy electric sound——
"Hello, everyone, this is the Voice of Boulder City. Before broadcasting the cultivation skills of camus trees and the story of getting rich by scavengers, please allow me to interrupt and broadcast a piece of news that I like to hear."
"Just north of us, near Tundra Street Subway Station on the edge of Spring City's Fifth Ring Road, our Captain Prieter led his Black Snake Mercenary Group, and finally swung the butcher's knife at the group of hillbillies in the northern suburbs."
"Tsk tsk tsk, it's really tragic. At the same time when the country bumpkins lit the gunpowder kegs and blew up the nibblers, our despicable and shameless Captain Prieter shot without even saying hello. Those people seemed to be shot. Those poor people have worked so hard for a week for the treasure hidden under the subway, and now not only has the treasure been used as someone else's wedding dress, but they even lost their lives!"
"This once again shows how important it is to choose a reliable bodyguard to keep you safe! Unfortunately, today there are no reliable military contractors to recommend because no one is paying for them! However, although there are no military contractors It can be recommended, but this channel has specially launched a prize-winning quiz!"
"1. What good things are hidden under the Tundra Street subway station?"
"2. How many did Commander Prieter kill in total?"
"3. What are the casualties of the Black Snake Mercenary Group?"
"The Central Casino of Boulder City provides guarantee for this game, and only one chip is needed to participate in the whole game! If you answer all three questions correctly, you will get the first prize worth 100,000 chips in total, and three VIP rooms in the Central Casino Hotel Tonight, those who want to make a fortune should act quickly! Don’t miss this opportunity, never miss it again!”
The old radio placed on the bar counter played the greasy noise repeatedly.
The smell of burning inferior tobacco mixed with the pungent alcohol can almost clog the throats of rookies who are new to this place. The poles on the dance floor are empty all the year round, and even the cheapest dancers can't stand the dirty air here, only the drunkards who drink too much occasionally go up to impromptu performances.
This is the Two-Tail Rat Tavern, one of the hundreds of taverns in Boulder City, and also the most inconspicuous one hidden deep in the sewer alley.
The customers who come and go here are mercenaries and scavengers who live in nearby basements or cheap hotels. The watered beer sold here is very popular. You can sit at the bar and forget your troubles all night with just 1 chip. As long as you have a thick skin, no one can drive you away.
Of course, if you think the taste of watered beer is too bland, you can also choose the same cheap industrial alcohol. Drinking a small amount will be fine, but you have to be careful of being picked up by other old men.
It is not ruled out that some people do it on purpose, but if you don't have a special hobby or plan to cheat, don't do it. There are no security guards here. The bartender is only responsible for selling wine, washing glasses and cleaning the floor. As long as no one is killed, the guards outside are not very good at it.
Listening to the voice on the radio, a group of mercenaries were yelling loudly, all with envy in their words.
"Captain Prieter? Hahaha, this despicable and shameless guy has degenerated into attacking a group of scavengers!"
"Shhh, don't be overheard by his old acquaintances. You are not the host of the Voice of Boulder City, and you are covered by a big boss."
"Tundra Street Subway Station? A place I've never heard of."
"No matter what it is, what good things can there be in the northern suburbs? The scavengers there can't wait to lick the moss off the wall!"
"I put out 10 chips! No one in the Black Snake Mercenary Group was injured!"
"The odds are too high. It's hard to guarantee that they won't make their own game...I bet that one of them will die."
Although the reputation of the Black Snake Mercenary Corps in Boulder City is not the greatest, and their leader Prieter is by no means a top-notch powerhouse, it depends on who they are compared with.
To deal with a group of country bumpkins hiding in the northern suburbs eating garbage, scavengers who can't even make a few iron-pipe rifles, let alone the Black Snake mercenary group armed to the teeth, everyone sitting here has enough self-confidence can teach them to be human.
Few doubted that Prieter and his brethren would win.
The only suspense, at most, is whether there will be unprecedented casualties in the end, and what is hidden under the Tundra Street subway station.
Not only the idlers in Boulder City were curious, but Prieter was also full of curiosity.
However, the employer didn't tell him a lot about the details of the mission, he only asked him to pay attention to the power armor in Shelter 117 and a black suitcase.
Prieter actually wondered why the employer didn't take them away, since he knew what was going on inside, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.
However, as a mercenary armed man, he does not have the right to make irresponsible remarks to his employer, and he has never even met his employer.
So far, he's received only two things from his employer—a down payment surrogately paid by an armed broker, and a magnetic card to open the door.
Maybe the employer will buy him a drink after the mission is successfully completed.
That's the big boss who can afford the plane ticket. It would be nice if you get a chance to get to know each other.
"Squads A and B followed me forward, and Squad C set up defenses along the street to eliminate all survivors close to this area."
"Carl is watching upstairs. If he finds a target worth shooting, he is allowed to fire without revealing the location."
"Our position is only four kilometers away from their stronghold. A power armor plus a dozen lives is enough for them to go crazy."
"Quick battle, everyone move! Quick!"
Fifteen mutilated corpses lay crookedly on the street, together with the killed crawler.
Prieter, who reloaded his rifle, made a clean gesture to move forward, and personally led the other three members of Team A to advance towards the bottom of the subway station.
Knowing in advance that the other party had awakeners of the intuition system, Prieter took advantage of the time when the survivors were forming formations, and deployed three teams five hundred meters away.
Taking advantage of the explosion of the gunpowder barrel and the survivors rushing up brandishing cold weapons, he immediately ordered the three teams to fire, releasing the firepower in the barrel from three directions at the same time.
Almost a one-sided massacre.
Those survivors who were fighting with aliens with cold weapons had no power to fight back!
Except for a few sporadic people who hid in the subway station, the rest were either shot to death indiscriminately, or were thrown to the ground by gnawers and bitten to death.
It was a textbook surprise attack. Everything going well isn't even worth celebrating.
Eight tactical flashlights lit up at the same time, illuminating the space in the subway station as if it were daytime.
The cracked concrete walls were covered with slime mold, and dust floated in the cold air, mixed with a rotten smell.
Where there are nibblers, you can see traces of the slime mold variant.
The complex and diverse ecological environment on the waste soil provides it with a lot of nutrition, and the remains and even excrement of all living things may become a breeding ground for their reproduction.
There are eight people in teams A and B.
Under the leadership of Captain Prieter, the group of people carefully advanced towards the direction of shelter No. 117, and the muzzle of the gun spewed out flames from time to time, harvesting the few sporadic eaters blocking the road.
Thanks to the hard work of these survivors for several days, they pushed from the security checkpoint to the edge of the platform with little effort.
The carriages were crookedly crowded together, almost blocking the tunnel, and it could be seen that there had been serious traffic accidents here.
However, what happened more than two hundred years ago has nothing to do with Prieter and others.
The entrance to Shelter 117 is in the middle of the tunnel.
They were only 300 meters away from the finish line.
Victory is at hand!
At the same time, it broke down in an abandoned carriage next to the platform.
The three little players who survived by chance subconsciously held their breath when they heard the approaching footsteps, not daring to take a breath.
The beam of the flashlight shone into the carriage from the platform and almost swept over their scalps, but luckily they didn't notice it. After searching for a while, the flashlight swept towards the front of the car.
The sudden gunshots made the three little players tense up.
However, the bullet didn't come towards them, but towards the nibblers hovering in the front of the carriage.
Accompanied by the sound of bullet casings falling and the eater falling to the ground, hurried footsteps and lights stepped into the next car, and then passed through the broken car shell and stepped into the tunnel.
Listening to the footsteps getting farther and farther away, the three of them finally let out a sigh of relief.
Wiping the sweat off his forehead, Mole, who was leaning on the carriage, couldn't help asking in a low voice.
"Mosquito, what sequence are you talking about?"
"Agility!"
"Damn, why are you also an agility department?"
"I heard that the agility department runs fast..."
"F*ck, it's all over now, the three of us are all agility department here, squatting in the subway is like a blind man," Martin cursed, covering the blood in his right hand on his buttocks, "Which one of you has a bandage for me?"
Mosquito and Mole looked at each other, and looked at little player, who was not so much about this matter.
"Why don't you just rush over and distract them?"
"If you have anything valuable, you can leave it with me now, and I'll take it back for you."
Martin switched hands, rolled his eyes and said.
"Get out, I haven't saved the file yet. If I die here, today's progress will be lost?"
Ignoring the guy, Mosquito looked at Mole.
"What's the matter now?"
Mole gritted his teeth, lost in thought.
"It's difficult... This group of people's equipment is too strong, and we didn't bring good equipment to go out. Going out rashly must be dead end."
Mosquito couldn't help it.
"Then look at them like this and cut off our mission?"
Martin, who was holding his buttocks to stop the bleeding, suddenly said something.
"That's not necessarily the case."
The two looked at him together and asked in unison.
"What do you mean?"
Martin said with a smile.
"I've been familiar with running this road for a long time, and there's a Crawler hidden in it. I thought that that guy was not easy to deal with, so I ignored it. If they go a little further, they will definitely meet it. We just need to follow up secretly, maybe we can catch a leak.”
Mosquito's eyes lit up, and even Mole couldn't help but give a compliment.
"That's a good idea."
However, before the words fell, there was a mournful roar from the front of the tunnel, followed by a loud explosion.
The three of them were taken aback for a moment, then quickly squatted down, poked out half of their heads and looked forward.
In front of the tunnel, a raging flame was burning.
I saw a mercenary squatting halfway in the middle of the tunnel, carrying a bazooka on his shoulders, and not far in front of him was the crawler!
The faces of the three changed in unison.
"F*ck..."
"Hey, they even have bazookas?!"
Martin, who was clutching his buttocks, was dumbfounded and muttered.
"It's over, it's over now."
If even the crawler can't stop them—
However, at this moment, the VMs of Mosquito and Mole all startled.
The two quickly turned on the screen, and the moment they looked at the screen, surprise and unbelievable surprise appeared on their faces almost at the same time.
Martin didn't have a VM, so he went there out of curiosity.
"What's the situation? Show me too... what the hell?!"
He saw a line of task pop-up windows hanging on the screen.
[ Bounty Mission: Red Name Reward. ]
[ Description: A group of shameless people attacked and brutally killed our companions. Their locations have been marked on the map, and the image information has also been updated on the task bar. Take them down, life or death! ]
[ Reward: 200 silver coins for each target, 200 contributions. ]
Seeing this reward, Martin wanted to poke his eyes into the screen.
200 silver coins!?
This, is this the world of the strong?!
...
Entrance of Tundra Street subway station.
Lambert with a light machine gun glanced at the pile of corpses on the ground, then at the deserted street in the distance, and slowly took a deep breath.
At this time, the voices of teammates came from the communication channel.
"Damn...it's too quiet here."
"It's winter after all, and it snowed for a while just now."
"Did you say those people would come?"
"Maybe, maybe not, I hope they don't come to die. Everything is going up in price in this damn weather, and bullets ain't cheap."
Lambert said nothing.
Although he agrees with this sentence, it seems impossible not to fight.
A dozen lives. It's nothing to Boulder City, but to the country bumpkins in the northern suburbs, the death of so many young and middle-aged people is enough to make them lose their minds.
When retreating for a while, I am afraid that there will be a bloody battle.
At this moment, Carl's voice came from the communication channel.
"...Attention Team C, a suspected hostile target is approaching you."
"Position?"
"Due north... no, wait... not just the north, there is also a team on the west side." Carl continued with a trace of surprise in his voice, "They seem to be divided into groups of three or four, you'd better be careful, these people have a high degree of organization, although their equipment is not sophisticated, but it is more than a little bit better than the rookies we just cleaned up."
"Can you confirm the number of people?"
"About thirty."
Hearing that there were only 30 of them, the four members of Team C who were staying on the surface all heaved a sigh of relief.
The squad leader said in the communication channel.
"Help us keep an eye on it. If there is a high-threat target, destroy it for us."
Carl replied.
"No problem, I'm watching, be careful."
Only thirty.
Although a bit more, it did not exceed their expectations.
The only thing that surprised Lambert was that the response speed of these people was faster than he expected.
It is at least four kilometers from Wetland Park to here.
With the complicated traffic environment on the wasteland, unless they rushed this way as soon as the gunshots sounded, it would be impossible for them to enter Karl's field of vision so quickly.
So many people mobilized in such a short period of time.
How on earth did they do it?
...
Lambert could never figure it out.
A dozen or so players were disconnected intensively. Lucius sensed something was wrong the moment the attack happened, and immediately dispatched the hummingbird drone deployed at the outpost.
Looking at the crooked corpse on the ground, Lucius, who was planning to relocate No. 81 Steel Factory, suddenly became furious.
Where did the dog thing come from!
Dare to touch my ruins?
Without saying a word, Lucius threw a mission marker on the map, and at the same time set red name rewards for all the targets tracked by the drone!
At the same time, almost all players who were near the outpost and held VMs received pop-up windows offering reward tasks.
Almost everyone's eyes widened in unison.
200 silver and 200 contribution points per head!
When Master Manager released the task, did he really not press an extra 0?!
Shelter B2 floor, central plaza.
Tail, who had just come back to life, pulled Sisi, excitedly shaking the VM in his hand and said.
"Sisi! Hurry up and look at the VM! This task is amazing, and the name is still red! Let's do it!"
Sisi, who was being dragged around, had a somewhat listless expression.
"Tail, are you sure? We've only lived for a few minutes."
"What's the matter? Tail feels in good condition! Sisi, cheer up, you've been sleeping for three days!"
It's okay to sleep for three more days.
Without the helmet, only she knows how she survived the past three days. She couldn't sleep with her eyes open at night, and felt like she was floating in the sky during the day.
Looking at the energetic Tail, Sisi sighed and said.
"I said you... have you misunderstood which side is the real world?"
Tail said nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter! The real world is so weak!"
Sisi: "..."
Greenhouse Ruins.
Walker, who was eating dry food, suddenly jumped up as if he had discovered a new world.
"Damn it, Tomorrow! Look at the VM!"
"I see," Tomorrow, who was sitting on the floor staring at the VM screen, rubbed his chin with his right hand, lost in thought, "But it's very strange, why are those NPCs so famous?"
"Is this kind of thing important? A head is 200 silver." Gale's eyes were bright, and his right hand was already hungry and thirsty.
"Indeed, we can't pretend we didn't see this reward... By the way," Tomorrow looked at Walker, "I remember you said in the group yesterday that when you went to Mole to watch the battle, you found someone staring at them?”
Walker scratched the back of his head.
"Uh, I'm not sure about the truth, it's just that I suddenly felt like I was being watched by something."
Tomorrow was silent for a while, then suddenly nodded.
"Well, if my analysis is correct, maybe you may have missed a hidden mission."
The three of them froze for a while.
Especially Walker.
"What, what do you mean?"
Tomorrow said: "It's nothing, I just feel that the people who targeted you yesterday are likely to be the same as the red-listed unit that attacked Mole and the others today."
Walker was startled: "Damn, is this game so real?"
"It's just a speculation. As for what it is, I'm afraid only Brother Light knows. In short, we should pay more attention to such clues in the future. Maybe there will be big gains."
As he said that, Tomorrow got up from the ground, reached out and picked up the mechanical compound bow leaning against the wall, hooked the bowstring with his index finger, and pulled it lightly as if warming up.
"Let's go."
"The hunt is about to begin."
While they were chatting for a while, a hundred people had accepted the mission, more than half of them were LV5, and the number was still increasing.
Thanks to the server, half of the people went to the new map.
Otherwise just these twelve goals.
It's late, I'm afraid I won't even be able to share the soup!
Noisy electric sound——
"Hello, everyone, this is the Voice of Boulder City. Before broadcasting the cultivation skills of camus trees and the story of getting rich by scavengers, please allow me to interrupt and broadcast a piece of news that I like to hear."
"Just north of us, near Tundra Street Subway Station on the edge of Spring City's Fifth Ring Road, our Captain Prieter led his Black Snake Mercenary Group, and finally swung the butcher's knife at the group of hillbillies in the northern suburbs."
"Tsk tsk tsk, it's really tragic. At the same time when the country bumpkins lit the gunpowder kegs and blew up the nibblers, our despicable and shameless Captain Prieter shot without even saying hello. Those people seemed to be shot. Those poor people have worked so hard for a week for the treasure hidden under the subway, and now not only has the treasure been used as someone else's wedding dress, but they even lost their lives!"
"This once again shows how important it is to choose a reliable bodyguard to keep you safe! Unfortunately, today there are no reliable military contractors to recommend because no one is paying for them! However, although there are no military contractors It can be recommended, but this channel has specially launched a prize-winning quiz!"
"1. What good things are hidden under the Tundra Street subway station?"
"2. How many did Commander Prieter kill in total?"
"3. What are the casualties of the Black Snake Mercenary Group?"
"The Central Casino of Boulder City provides guarantee for this game, and only one chip is needed to participate in the whole game! If you answer all three questions correctly, you will get the first prize worth 100,000 chips in total, and three VIP rooms in the Central Casino Hotel Tonight, those who want to make a fortune should act quickly! Don’t miss this opportunity, never miss it again!”
The old radio placed on the bar counter played the greasy noise repeatedly.
The smell of burning inferior tobacco mixed with the pungent alcohol can almost clog the throats of rookies who are new to this place. The poles on the dance floor are empty all the year round, and even the cheapest dancers can't stand the dirty air here, only the drunkards who drink too much occasionally go up to impromptu performances.
This is the Two-Tail Rat Tavern, one of the hundreds of taverns in Boulder City, and also the most inconspicuous one hidden deep in the sewer alley.
The customers who come and go here are mercenaries and scavengers who live in nearby basements or cheap hotels. The watered beer sold here is very popular. You can sit at the bar and forget your troubles all night with just 1 chip. As long as you have a thick skin, no one can drive you away.
Of course, if you think the taste of watered beer is too bland, you can also choose the same cheap industrial alcohol. Drinking a small amount will be fine, but you have to be careful of being picked up by other old men.
It is not ruled out that some people do it on purpose, but if you don't have a special hobby or plan to cheat, don't do it. There are no security guards here. The bartender is only responsible for selling wine, washing glasses and cleaning the floor. As long as no one is killed, the guards outside are not very good at it.
Listening to the voice on the radio, a group of mercenaries were yelling loudly, all with envy in their words.
"Captain Prieter? Hahaha, this despicable and shameless guy has degenerated into attacking a group of scavengers!"
"Shhh, don't be overheard by his old acquaintances. You are not the host of the Voice of Boulder City, and you are covered by a big boss."
"Tundra Street Subway Station? A place I've never heard of."
"No matter what it is, what good things can there be in the northern suburbs? The scavengers there can't wait to lick the moss off the wall!"
"I put out 10 chips! No one in the Black Snake Mercenary Group was injured!"
"The odds are too high. It's hard to guarantee that they won't make their own game...I bet that one of them will die."
Although the reputation of the Black Snake Mercenary Corps in Boulder City is not the greatest, and their leader Prieter is by no means a top-notch powerhouse, it depends on who they are compared with.
To deal with a group of country bumpkins hiding in the northern suburbs eating garbage, scavengers who can't even make a few iron-pipe rifles, let alone the Black Snake mercenary group armed to the teeth, everyone sitting here has enough self-confidence can teach them to be human.
Few doubted that Prieter and his brethren would win.
The only suspense, at most, is whether there will be unprecedented casualties in the end, and what is hidden under the Tundra Street subway station.
Not only the idlers in Boulder City were curious, but Prieter was also full of curiosity.
However, the employer didn't tell him a lot about the details of the mission, he only asked him to pay attention to the power armor in Shelter 117 and a black suitcase.
Prieter actually wondered why the employer didn't take them away, since he knew what was going on inside, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.
However, as a mercenary armed man, he does not have the right to make irresponsible remarks to his employer, and he has never even met his employer.
So far, he's received only two things from his employer—a down payment surrogately paid by an armed broker, and a magnetic card to open the door.
Maybe the employer will buy him a drink after the mission is successfully completed.
That's the big boss who can afford the plane ticket. It would be nice if you get a chance to get to know each other.
"Squads A and B followed me forward, and Squad C set up defenses along the street to eliminate all survivors close to this area."
"Carl is watching upstairs. If he finds a target worth shooting, he is allowed to fire without revealing the location."
"Our position is only four kilometers away from their stronghold. A power armor plus a dozen lives is enough for them to go crazy."
"Quick battle, everyone move! Quick!"
Fifteen mutilated corpses lay crookedly on the street, together with the killed crawler.
Prieter, who reloaded his rifle, made a clean gesture to move forward, and personally led the other three members of Team A to advance towards the bottom of the subway station.
Knowing in advance that the other party had awakeners of the intuition system, Prieter took advantage of the time when the survivors were forming formations, and deployed three teams five hundred meters away.
Taking advantage of the explosion of the gunpowder barrel and the survivors rushing up brandishing cold weapons, he immediately ordered the three teams to fire, releasing the firepower in the barrel from three directions at the same time.
Almost a one-sided massacre.
Those survivors who were fighting with aliens with cold weapons had no power to fight back!
Except for a few sporadic people who hid in the subway station, the rest were either shot to death indiscriminately, or were thrown to the ground by gnawers and bitten to death.
It was a textbook surprise attack. Everything going well isn't even worth celebrating.
Eight tactical flashlights lit up at the same time, illuminating the space in the subway station as if it were daytime.
The cracked concrete walls were covered with slime mold, and dust floated in the cold air, mixed with a rotten smell.
Where there are nibblers, you can see traces of the slime mold variant.
The complex and diverse ecological environment on the waste soil provides it with a lot of nutrition, and the remains and even excrement of all living things may become a breeding ground for their reproduction.
There are eight people in teams A and B.
Under the leadership of Captain Prieter, the group of people carefully advanced towards the direction of shelter No. 117, and the muzzle of the gun spewed out flames from time to time, harvesting the few sporadic eaters blocking the road.
Thanks to the hard work of these survivors for several days, they pushed from the security checkpoint to the edge of the platform with little effort.
The carriages were crookedly crowded together, almost blocking the tunnel, and it could be seen that there had been serious traffic accidents here.
However, what happened more than two hundred years ago has nothing to do with Prieter and others.
The entrance to Shelter 117 is in the middle of the tunnel.
They were only 300 meters away from the finish line.
Victory is at hand!
At the same time, it broke down in an abandoned carriage next to the platform.
The three little players who survived by chance subconsciously held their breath when they heard the approaching footsteps, not daring to take a breath.
The beam of the flashlight shone into the carriage from the platform and almost swept over their scalps, but luckily they didn't notice it. After searching for a while, the flashlight swept towards the front of the car.
The sudden gunshots made the three little players tense up.
However, the bullet didn't come towards them, but towards the nibblers hovering in the front of the carriage.
Accompanied by the sound of bullet casings falling and the eater falling to the ground, hurried footsteps and lights stepped into the next car, and then passed through the broken car shell and stepped into the tunnel.
Listening to the footsteps getting farther and farther away, the three of them finally let out a sigh of relief.
Wiping the sweat off his forehead, Mole, who was leaning on the carriage, couldn't help asking in a low voice.
"Mosquito, what sequence are you talking about?"
"Agility!"
"Damn, why are you also an agility department?"
"I heard that the agility department runs fast..."
"F*ck, it's all over now, the three of us are all agility department here, squatting in the subway is like a blind man," Martin cursed, covering the blood in his right hand on his buttocks, "Which one of you has a bandage for me?"
Mosquito and Mole looked at each other, and looked at little player, who was not so much about this matter.
"Why don't you just rush over and distract them?"
"If you have anything valuable, you can leave it with me now, and I'll take it back for you."
Martin switched hands, rolled his eyes and said.
"Get out, I haven't saved the file yet. If I die here, today's progress will be lost?"
Ignoring the guy, Mosquito looked at Mole.
"What's the matter now?"
Mole gritted his teeth, lost in thought.
"It's difficult... This group of people's equipment is too strong, and we didn't bring good equipment to go out. Going out rashly must be dead end."
Mosquito couldn't help it.
"Then look at them like this and cut off our mission?"
Martin, who was holding his buttocks to stop the bleeding, suddenly said something.
"That's not necessarily the case."
The two looked at him together and asked in unison.
"What do you mean?"
Martin said with a smile.
"I've been familiar with running this road for a long time, and there's a Crawler hidden in it. I thought that that guy was not easy to deal with, so I ignored it. If they go a little further, they will definitely meet it. We just need to follow up secretly, maybe we can catch a leak.”
Mosquito's eyes lit up, and even Mole couldn't help but give a compliment.
"That's a good idea."
However, before the words fell, there was a mournful roar from the front of the tunnel, followed by a loud explosion.
The three of them were taken aback for a moment, then quickly squatted down, poked out half of their heads and looked forward.
In front of the tunnel, a raging flame was burning.
I saw a mercenary squatting halfway in the middle of the tunnel, carrying a bazooka on his shoulders, and not far in front of him was the crawler!
The faces of the three changed in unison.
"F*ck..."
"Hey, they even have bazookas?!"
Martin, who was clutching his buttocks, was dumbfounded and muttered.
"It's over, it's over now."
If even the crawler can't stop them—
However, at this moment, the VMs of Mosquito and Mole all startled.
The two quickly turned on the screen, and the moment they looked at the screen, surprise and unbelievable surprise appeared on their faces almost at the same time.
Martin didn't have a VM, so he went there out of curiosity.
"What's the situation? Show me too... what the hell?!"
He saw a line of task pop-up windows hanging on the screen.
[ Bounty Mission: Red Name Reward. ]
[ Description: A group of shameless people attacked and brutally killed our companions. Their locations have been marked on the map, and the image information has also been updated on the task bar. Take them down, life or death! ]
[ Reward: 200 silver coins for each target, 200 contributions. ]
Seeing this reward, Martin wanted to poke his eyes into the screen.
200 silver coins!?
This, is this the world of the strong?!
...
Entrance of Tundra Street subway station.
Lambert with a light machine gun glanced at the pile of corpses on the ground, then at the deserted street in the distance, and slowly took a deep breath.
At this time, the voices of teammates came from the communication channel.
"Damn...it's too quiet here."
"It's winter after all, and it snowed for a while just now."
"Did you say those people would come?"
"Maybe, maybe not, I hope they don't come to die. Everything is going up in price in this damn weather, and bullets ain't cheap."
Lambert said nothing.
Although he agrees with this sentence, it seems impossible not to fight.
A dozen lives. It's nothing to Boulder City, but to the country bumpkins in the northern suburbs, the death of so many young and middle-aged people is enough to make them lose their minds.
When retreating for a while, I am afraid that there will be a bloody battle.
At this moment, Carl's voice came from the communication channel.
"...Attention Team C, a suspected hostile target is approaching you."
"Position?"
"Due north... no, wait... not just the north, there is also a team on the west side." Carl continued with a trace of surprise in his voice, "They seem to be divided into groups of three or four, you'd better be careful, these people have a high degree of organization, although their equipment is not sophisticated, but it is more than a little bit better than the rookies we just cleaned up."
"Can you confirm the number of people?"
"About thirty."
Hearing that there were only 30 of them, the four members of Team C who were staying on the surface all heaved a sigh of relief.
The squad leader said in the communication channel.
"Help us keep an eye on it. If there is a high-threat target, destroy it for us."
Carl replied.
"No problem, I'm watching, be careful."
Only thirty.
Although a bit more, it did not exceed their expectations.
The only thing that surprised Lambert was that the response speed of these people was faster than he expected.
It is at least four kilometers from Wetland Park to here.
With the complicated traffic environment on the wasteland, unless they rushed this way as soon as the gunshots sounded, it would be impossible for them to enter Karl's field of vision so quickly.
So many people mobilized in such a short period of time.
How on earth did they do it?
...
Lambert could never figure it out.
A dozen or so players were disconnected intensively. Lucius sensed something was wrong the moment the attack happened, and immediately dispatched the hummingbird drone deployed at the outpost.
Looking at the crooked corpse on the ground, Lucius, who was planning to relocate No. 81 Steel Factory, suddenly became furious.
Where did the dog thing come from!
Dare to touch my ruins?
Without saying a word, Lucius threw a mission marker on the map, and at the same time set red name rewards for all the targets tracked by the drone!
At the same time, almost all players who were near the outpost and held VMs received pop-up windows offering reward tasks.
Almost everyone's eyes widened in unison.
200 silver and 200 contribution points per head!
When Master Manager released the task, did he really not press an extra 0?!
Shelter B2 floor, central plaza.
Tail, who had just come back to life, pulled Sisi, excitedly shaking the VM in his hand and said.
"Sisi! Hurry up and look at the VM! This task is amazing, and the name is still red! Let's do it!"
Sisi, who was being dragged around, had a somewhat listless expression.
"Tail, are you sure? We've only lived for a few minutes."
"What's the matter? Tail feels in good condition! Sisi, cheer up, you've been sleeping for three days!"
It's okay to sleep for three more days.
Without the helmet, only she knows how she survived the past three days. She couldn't sleep with her eyes open at night, and felt like she was floating in the sky during the day.
Looking at the energetic Tail, Sisi sighed and said.
"I said you... have you misunderstood which side is the real world?"
Tail said nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter! The real world is so weak!"
Sisi: "..."
Greenhouse Ruins.
Walker, who was eating dry food, suddenly jumped up as if he had discovered a new world.
"Damn it, Tomorrow! Look at the VM!"
"I see," Tomorrow, who was sitting on the floor staring at the VM screen, rubbed his chin with his right hand, lost in thought, "But it's very strange, why are those NPCs so famous?"
"Is this kind of thing important? A head is 200 silver." Gale's eyes were bright, and his right hand was already hungry and thirsty.
"Indeed, we can't pretend we didn't see this reward... By the way," Tomorrow looked at Walker, "I remember you said in the group yesterday that when you went to Mole to watch the battle, you found someone staring at them?”
Walker scratched the back of his head.
"Uh, I'm not sure about the truth, it's just that I suddenly felt like I was being watched by something."
Tomorrow was silent for a while, then suddenly nodded.
"Well, if my analysis is correct, maybe you may have missed a hidden mission."
The three of them froze for a while.
Especially Walker.
"What, what do you mean?"
Tomorrow said: "It's nothing, I just feel that the people who targeted you yesterday are likely to be the same as the red-listed unit that attacked Mole and the others today."
Walker was startled: "Damn, is this game so real?"
"It's just a speculation. As for what it is, I'm afraid only Brother Light knows. In short, we should pay more attention to such clues in the future. Maybe there will be big gains."
As he said that, Tomorrow got up from the ground, reached out and picked up the mechanical compound bow leaning against the wall, hooked the bowstring with his index finger, and pulled it lightly as if warming up.
"Let's go."
"The hunt is about to begin."
While they were chatting for a while, a hundred people had accepted the mission, more than half of them were LV5, and the number was still increasing.
Thanks to the server, half of the people went to the new map.
Otherwise just these twelve goals.
It's late, I'm afraid I won't even be able to share the soup!
