This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 551: Kidnapping and counter-murder
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A piece of trivia that is not too cold. Even if the nobles of Boulder City are corrupt and incompetent, the orderly Boulder City can still be regarded as a blessing to the wasteland in the southern part of the River Valley Province and even the northern part of Jinchuan Province. land.
For two hundred years, survivors have been migrating toward Boulder City. Even now after the building collapsed, this inertia continues.
Since the inflow of population far exceeds the limit of population absorption by the industry of Boulder City, the limitations of the giant wall itself also determine that this settlement cannot accommodate too many survivors, so there are 1~2 Entrance tax with different chips.
Workers who have jobs will not leave the city at will, and scavengers working in the wasteland will not enter the city at will. At the same time, the militia stationed at the city gate can also get an extra income.
It can be said that it kills three birds with one stone.
The large amount of surplus labor and the resulting unemployment and informal employment have, over time, formed ownerless cities and slums.
People here usually live on the garbage flowing out of the giant wall, or help the survivors in the giant wall to scavenge and hunt in the wasteland, or do some work that the survivors in the giant wall are unwilling or unable to do. Son.
Historically, Boulder City has tried to clean up the psoriasis attached to the giant wall, but after several attempts, it was found that doing so was completely thankless.
Building a shack is almost a must-have skill for every survivor in the wasteland. Even if it is demolished today, scavengers will build it tomorrow.
When the wave comes every year, the nobles in the inner city also need these people to fill the front line.
Even men who often mess around with economic strategies know that the impact of drawing manpower from slums is far less than drawing skilled industrial workers from industrial areas to carry guns.
Over time, each shack spread like psoriasis from the base of the giant wall to the wasteland, forming a buffer zone between order and chaos.
As time went by, some houses like that were even built here, standing out among the slums where sewage flowed.
Those unique buildings are usually the homes of gang members, or the businesses they run for wastelanders.
The order here is maintained by gang members, and these gang members are mainly villains themselves. They not only do business with the looters in the wasteland, but some are simply looters.
For the Alliance, if they want to truly liberate the nearly 200,000 poor people on the edge of the giant wall, they not only need to find them a job to support their families, but they also have to find the villains hiding inside.
This is obviously not good news for the villains hiding inside.
West Willow Tavern.
Sitting on the second floor, Jeff was playing with the dagger in his hand and looking at the fine flakes of velvet floating outside the window, with a trace of sadness written on his cold and gloomy face.
As the head of the Dagger Gang, although his bloodline is not as noble as that of Mr. Sid, he is still considered a prominent figure in this slum of nearly 200,000 people. Everyone who sees him has to say something respectful. Sir or sir.
It stands to reason that with his status, he would not have any worries. However, a series of events that happened recently made him feel a strong sense of uneasiness.
A newspaper seller was lost in the outer city, and a revolution broke out in Boulder City. Then the Alliance took over Boulder City, and they seemed to have made an appointment.
That would be enough, but it obviously doesn’t end there. The alliance began to set up relief stations in slums. While distributing food, they registered survivors' information, set up tents, arranged work, and transferred some people.
This series of actions made him nervous.
The Alliance is breaking the tacit understanding formed over a century and a half, trying to establish a new order in his underground kingdom!
What’s even worse is that the newspaper seller is still alive and kicking, but the killer hired by Master Sid has disappeared
There were footsteps outside the door.
Jeff subconsciously clenched the dagger and tensed his muscles, but after hearing three long and two short knocks on the door, he relaxed his tense nerves.
"Come in."
The door opened.
West, the second leader of the Dagger Gang, came in from the door. Before he could speak, Jeff said immediately.
"Is there any news?"
West shook his head gloomily. "No."
Jeff was silent for a long time, stuck the dagger in his hand **** the table, and cursed angrily.
"Damn it!"
Understanding the anger in his heart, West said nothing, sighed and walked to a chair nearby to sit down.
"Sid was buried, along with the collapsed building, the whereabouts of the 'knife' are still unknown, and Sperger is still alive...but these are irrelevant.~~What's terrible is that the distinguished guest from the north is dead, Our Serite is also dead. We spent a lot of time and energy, but in the end the weapon was not found."
Jeff's face was gloomy and he said after a long time.
"Where's Weilun?"
"It seems that he went to the alliance to confess his crime, and then got on the bus to the prisoner of war camp. I don't know how long his sentence will be. I suspect that he may have revealed our business with the guests from the north. This is what I am most worried about." Looking at Jeff who was silent, West paused and continued.
"On the surface, the alliance has not taken any action against us, but every action they take is almost fatal to us. I suspect that when this snow or spring wave passes, they will settle this account with us."
Jeff was worried in his heart, but his face showed disdain and he sneered. "They can still send troops to defeat us all."
"It may not be impossible," West said with a wry smile. "That construction team has actually penetrated into the grassroots of the slums. The more people they organize, the smaller the space for us to hide. I even suspect that they have already Targeting you and me." Jeff's eyes narrowed slightly.
In fact, there is no need for West to remind him. He had a similar feeling after seeing a series of measures taken by the league. Especially in the past few days, he always felt like someone was staring at him.
Maybe——
I should go north to avoid the limelight.
Wait until the aftermath of the drastic changes in Boulder City has completely calmed down, and then come back after everything has settled.
After pondering for a moment, he said seriously.
"What is your suggestion?"
West spoke his mind.
"Shut down businesses that are likely to arouse the sensitive nerves of the alliance first, such as 'labor dispatch' and 'organ trading'. There are also facilities that may cause problems such as 'hospitals', 'kitchens' and 'welfare homes'. Turn it off." Jeff's brow twitched.
"This is a lot of money." West nodded silently.
"Yes, but even if we don't close down, our customers will have been almost wiped out, and continuing to operate is purely a risk."
Those blue coats have been running around like crazy lately, even digging out the cannibal tribe hiding in the tunnels for the winter.
Those cannibals are indeed disgusting, and he doesn't like them either, but doing business with them is more pleasant.
They catch fat sheep such as merchants, and after eating the meat, the remaining property and goods are often sold through gangs in the slums, and the reward is only a few girls who are too old to sell.
They are different from the distinguished guests in the north. They don't mind whether the slaves are good-looking or not, and they are not picky about food.
Listening to the second master’s suggestion, Jeff stared at the dagger on the table and fell into deep thought.
Back when business in Red River Town was still booming two years ago, these were actually just petty profits, and it didn’t matter if they were left to the Dean Gang and the Poison Gang.
However, now, these former petty profits have almost become the majority of the gang's income. What will he and his brothers eat if they are cut off?
After pondering for a moment, Jeff said slowly.
"Transformation is possible, but we need new economic sources."
Seeing that the boss finally relented, West breathed a sigh of relief and continued patiently.
"I think so too. We have enough manpower on hand. As long as the whitewash goes smoothly, we can completely change our livelihood. For example, we can find ways to contract some legal projects from the alliance, or go to Xizhou City to mine. etc. After the formalities are completed, we will use our method to do it, and the profit may not be as much as the profit from the transaction of killing people and selling goods."
Jeff nodded slowly.
"Do as you say. I plan to go to the Free State in a few days to explain the weapons to our customers. I will probably stay there for a while, and I will leave this to you."
"As commanded."
West nodded slightly respectfully, but curled his lips in disdain.
I am afraid that the explanation to the customer is false. This old fox is probably scared to death by the alliance and has probably not slept in the past few days.
But that’s okay.
With this guy gone, it’s easier for me to do some things.
When he comes back, it will be hard to say who is the boss here.
Looking at his subordinate with his head lowered, Jeff nodded slightly, and just as he was sending him off, a deafening explosion suddenly came from outside the window.
The two people immediately looked out the window and saw billowing smoke floating on the dilapidated street not far away, and the crowd screamed and ran away.
"Damn it!"
The nerves that had just been relaxed were tense again. Jeff cursed, got up and walked to the window, "What are those idiots doing! Didn't I tell them to keep a low profile these days?"
Staring in the direction of the thick smoke, West's **** shrank slightly.
"Welfare Home"
Hearing the words "welfare home", Jeff's brow suddenly twitched violently, and he immediately turned back and walked to West, reaching out and grabbing his collar.
"Bring people over immediately! Move the goods to a safe place! Before the Alliance people come! Hurry!"
"Yes!"
Thinking of the alliance's methods, West nodded nervously, without any hesitation, and immediately turned around and walked out the door.
Looking at the hurriedly closing door, Jeff always felt uneasy. He cursed in a low voice, walked to the table and pulled out the dagger.
Maybe I should go to the safe house and stay for a while.
"What do star anise, bay leaves, fennel...look like?"
With a crumpled piece of paper in his hand, Feng Qing was walking in the market at the entrance of Jubi, looking around with a blank expression.
About an hour ago, she, Guigui and several other friends from the Goblin Corps were preparing New Year's Eve delicacies in the kitchen of the Alliance military camp.
As for the food, it is the tentacles of the many-legged beast.
This type of mollusc-like mammal is usually active in the forest from Dawn City to the Red River Alliance. There are also some high-radiation areas in the city, but they are less common.
Most wastelanders will walk around when they see a multi-legged beast, because it is not only resistant to beatings, but also has great recovery power.
A shuttle of bullets swept over, and the stumps fell to the ground. They grew back in a few days.
It's more than that.
Its meat is extremely smelly, smelling like eggs that have been rotten for half a month. I am afraid that in addition to organic acids, it also contains hydrogen sulfide. Almost no one would want to eat it.
However, their boss, Mosquito, had a sudden idea
"Since the multi-legged beast is so durable and can regenerate its tentacles, if we can solve the problem of being unpalatable, wouldn't we be able to raise it like a leek!"
Every time you cut a crop, it will grow again. The protein production efficiency is no better than that of chickens, ducks, pigs, cows and sheep!
At first everyone refused because it was too smelly, causing the friends from other corps to look at them strangely.
However, all of them together cannot withstand the persistence of the mosquito boss.
"I want to think of a solution to the toxicity! MMP! The periodic table of elements is there, I still don’t believe it can’t cure a piece of meat!"
"No, no! The meat is too smelly! Even Lao Na said no!"
"Captain! Give up!"
"Spice! Use spices to cover up the smell! Hahaha, I'm such a genius!"
Ever since, she was sent out to purchase spices.
Feng Qing didn't have any objections to this. Boss Mosquito paid 100 silver coins for running errands. This guy came and went in all directions, but he was really generous in his actions.
But the problem is...
She had no idea what these spices looked like, let alone what they should be called in adult couplets.
It's embarrassing to say that she doesn't know how to cook at all, but she tried it once in the game and almost sent herself away.
This is much more difficult than flying a plane...
After walking around the market several times, Feng Qing couldn't find the spices that matched the pictures searched on the Internet, so she couldn't help but sigh.
"Anyway, just buy some spices that have a strong flavor."
If I had known earlier, I would have dragged Gui Gui out with me.
Seeing her walking around in front of the stall several times, the condiment seller could not help but ask.
"Hey Miss, do you need help?"
After understanding the couplet, Feng Qing stopped and nodded.
"Well, are there any spices?"
The boss scratched the back of his head.
"Spices? There are many...but which one do you want?"
"Anything goes."
What the **** can it be anything?
The boss was stunned for a moment and glanced at the bunch of garlic hanging under the shed. "Is this okay?"
"This is garlic, what I want is spices." Feng Qing couldn't help but frown, "There seems to be some in the kitchen. What I need is the one with a stronger flavor." The boss scratched his head and said.
"You said spices, is garlic also a spice with a greater flavor? It would be nice if I could be more specific."
"Does it count if it's relatively rare?" Feng Qing added in a low voice with a guilty conscience. Rubbing his chin with his index finger, the boss thought for a while and said.
"Relatively rare? Exotic spices? I heard that Borneo Province is rich in some strong-flavored spices. A few days ago, there was a merchant from there selling them.
When he heard the boss's words, Feng Qing's eyes suddenly lit up and he put his hands on the stall.
"Where is he?!"
Being stared at by that piercing gaze, the boss unconsciously took a half step back, coughed and said.
"He has left... I saw that his goods were sold out yesterday, so I guess it is time to go back."
Sold out actually.
A trace of disappointment appeared on Feng Qing's face.
At this moment, a hearty shout suddenly came from the side. "Exotic spices? I have some."
The direction the voice came from was a slightly larger stall. The owner was a young man in his twenties or thirties, wearing a leather jacket and smiling at her.
He does not do business alone.
There were two taciturn young men sitting under the shed. One was playing with a dagger, the other seemed to be dozing off with his eyes closed, and neither of them paid any attention to them.
Feng Qing's eyes lit up and he immediately walked to the stall. However, after glancing at the things placed on the wooden table, a trace of doubt appeared in her eyes.
"Are you selling condiments?" The stall was full of miscellaneous items.
There are accessories such as glasses, rings, and jewelry, as well as miscellaneous rifles and bullets of various calibers, as well as clothes or backpacks.
There are even a few mechanical prosthetics and electronic parts with no apparent purpose.
This place doesn’t look like it’s selling condiments.
Even food is out of reach.
"There is still snow falling in the sky. Of course we can't put such precious things outside," the man smiled and said, "The goods are in the hotel, not far from here. If you are interested, you can follow me Go get it."
Feng Qing asked worriedly. "Is it expensive?"
“It’s not expensive, you can definitely afford it!~~” Seeing that the fat sheep took the bait, the man laughed and kicked the boy who was playing with the dagger, handed the stall to him, and walked out of the stall. He walked around from behind and said enthusiastically, "Come with me, I will take you there."
"Yeah!"
Feng Qing nodded excitedly and followed that person.
Seeing this, the boss selling condiments on the side opened his mouth hesitantly. He was about to say something, but he glanced around and closed his mouth again.
That guy is obviously from the Dagger Gang, and the miscellaneous goods sold at the stall are obviously stolen goods.
He is here to do business, not to cause trouble. He does not want to have his throat cut in the middle of the night.
Seeing the little girl follow the gangster and disappear at the edge of the market, he shook his head and clicked his tongue.
Very pretty—girl.
"What a pity."
Walking to the edge of the market and seeing the NPC walking towards the slums, Feng Qing couldn't help but tilted her head in confusion, looked at the tall building next to the viaduct and said. "Isn't the hotel over there?"
She remembered that the NPCs all lived at the Far Wind Hotel.
The man said with a smile.
"Those are where wealthy merchants live. Those of us who do small business can't afford to live in such a luxurious hotel. Come with me, it's not far ahead."
Is it luxurious...
Feng Qing glanced at the building that was as big as a wall.
In addition to being high, it seems to be just average. But she was relieved when she thought that this was a wasteland.
Just in case, let’s send a message to Guigui.
Thinking about this, Feng Qing raised her index finger and tapped the VM on her left arm a few times, editing a text message.
[Feng Qing: It seems that a hidden mission was triggered when looking for spices! Excited! 】
Editing completed - sent successfully!
After waiting for a while, the reply came over.
[Guigui: Hey, wait, where are the spices? ! What about spices? We are all waiting for you! ! ! 】
Feng Qing smiled and picked out a few more words.
[Fengqing: Don’t panic, don’t panic. 】(Failed to send)
Huh?
Feng Qing was slightly stunned when she saw the small bubble behind the message. Is the signal so crotch-stretching?
In front of a rusty iron door, the man finally stopped, took out a key from his waist, and started rummaging around.
While he was taking the key, Feng Qing took a look at the place.
In front of you is a very narrow courtyard. Behind the overgrown courtyard is a three-story red brick building. There are five or six rooms on the first floor, and each window is hung with shabby curtains.
Rather than saying this was a hotel, she felt it was more like a dormitory or a school-like place.
Soon she caught a glimpse of a line of writing on a rotten wooden sign, which probably said something about an orphanage.
This is really not a hotel, right?
Feng Qing thoughtfully moved her eyes away from the overgrown courtyard and looked to the other side of the alley, where she happened to meet the eyes of an old woman who was clearing the snow.
She was going to smile, but she saw that the old woman's face changed as if she had seen the **** of plague, she quickly looked away, and hurriedly hid in her home.
She vaguely heard the sound of the door latch being inserted.
Strange...
From just now, she felt that she might have triggered some hidden mission, otherwise why would there be so many people with guns around.
Now she is becoming more and more convinced that this is not a hotel at all, and the guy who brought her here is not a good person at all.
"Miss, are you a resident of the shelter?"
Hearing the man's conversation, Feng Qing looked away from the other side of the alley and nodded.
"Well, how did you tell?" The man said with a smile.
"Your accent and unique temperament tell me so, and the wastelanders outside can't compare with you."
This NPC is pretty good at talking.
Feng Qing couldn't help but blush, smiled and said.
"You are honored."
Finally finding the key, the man pushed open the iron door with a creaking sound and walked in first.
The guy didn't seem worried about running away.
However, it was rare to trigger such an unusual mission, so she had no intention of running away and followed him with a trace of curiosity.
[The two walked through the overgrown yard, followed the stone path and stepped onto the two steps of the front door, and arrived at the main entrance of the red brick building.
The man gave Feng Qing a wait signal, approached the wooden door alone, reached out and knocked lightly on it twice.
As if he had been waiting at the door for a long time, the wooden door opened a crack, and a bored face appeared behind the crack.
It was a woman about 20 or 30 years old. Her hair was messy and there were freckles next to her nose. She actually looked pretty. Unfortunately, there was a burn on her forehead that ruined all her beauty.
Her name is Horaka. She has been a prostitute, a thug, and the mistress of the boss of the Dagger Gang. Now she is the director of the Gray House Welfare Home.
Everyone in the slums knew her.
The child of a certain family was lost, and the girl of a certain family never returned home. She either ran away with the Wastelanders or came to her place.
"Miles, what are you doing here?" Horaka lowered his hoarse voice and said impatiently, "Didn't Mr. West say it will stop for the next few days?"
The man named Miles did not hide the pride on his face, lowered his voice and said with excitement.
"He did say that, but the opportunity is rare."
The woman glanced hastily at the little girl standing behind Miles, looking left and right, and her eyes in the shadows narrowed dangerously.
"Vault dweller? Are you crazy..."
She could tell at a glance that this guy was definitely no ordinary wastelander.
"She is alone without a companion. I have been paying attention to her for a long time. Don't be so timid. There are at least tens of thousands of shelter residents in the northern suburbs. It will only take a few days until the alliance finds out that one is missing. We will She has been sold long ago. Haven't the customers from the north always wanted to buy one?"
Seeing this crazy woman staring at him, Miles quickly said with a smile, "Don't worry, I turned on the jammer, no signal will be transmitted."
Of course he knew that the residents of the shelter would be wearing vital signs monitors (VM).
We also know that two VMs can locate each other. This is as common knowledge in the wasteland as the coats of those blue gophers.
But so what?
Blocking a signal is much easier than locating it.
As soon as he left the market, he turned on the shielding device.
The woman's sharp eyes softened slightly and she opened the door wider.
"Come in and talk."
As she spoke, she looked at Feng Qing, who was standing behind Miles tinkering with VM, cleared her throat and said.
"You come in too, it's very cold outside."
"Yeah!"
Putting the VM without signal back into his sleeve, Feng Qing smiled and nodded, and followed the man named Miles into the house.
The front room is very spacious.
Facing the main entrance is a wooden platform with two iron cages made of steel bars standing on it. There are shackles hanging on the railings. The dark stains are either rust or blood.
That should be blood.
As soon as she came in, she immediately smelled a very bland smell of rotten grease.
There are more than a dozen chairs placed under the wooden stands. It seems that some special event has been held here. Judging from the signs thrown next to the chairs, they should be used to hold signs at the auction.
A thick layer of dust fell next to the stool legs. This strange facility must have been idle for some time.
As for why she can see clearly, that's natural.
Flying at an altitude of a hundred meters, she could clearly see the head buried in the trench, but of course she could not see the details as close as Chi Chi.
"Is the spice here?" Although she knew it was nonsense, she still called out softly.
Horaka looked at Miles, who was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter as if he had heard some funny joke.
"Spice? Hahaha! Hey little girl, you haven't figured out the situation yet, have you?"
Before he finished speaking, he took out his pistol and pointed it at Feng Qing, and continued with a sinister smile.
"You should understand when you see this guy."
Holaka, who was standing aside, folded his arms and also said something funny.
"Remember to keep your eyes open in the next life. It's rare to be born in a shelter, but don't be too sad. Although the madmen in the north are wilder, they are still much better than in the wasteland."
"Really, just make it clear that there is no spice, it makes me happy in vain."
Not showing any fear or panic expression as the two expected, Feng Qing took out a grenade with a slight smile and threw it at his feet.
"As for reincarnation... how about we do it together."
"Wo Day!"
Looking at the ring rolling on the ground and the grenade rolling towards him, Miles, who was holding the gun, his face changed wildly, and he suddenly fell back to the ground.
This madman! Don't want to die? !
Horaka did the same, hiding aside in fear.
Almost at the same time as they fell down, an eardrum-shattering explosion roared in the hall, and the white light of nearly ten million candelas flashed. The two subconsciously closed their eyes. But it's of no use.
Not to mention that it is impossible to close your eyes faster than light, and a flash of nearly ten million candelas cannot be blocked by just a layer of eyelids.
"Damn it! It's a flash bomb!"
Myers, who was lying behind the stands, roared in fright and anger, rubbed his red eyes with his left hand, and fired randomly.
At this time, another larger grenade rolled next to him.
The blast of gunshots echoed in the hall, but he could not hear any sound. His brain felt like a heavy hammer and his body lost balance.
The moment he could barely see clearly, his expression changed wildly.
The flames of the explosion soared into the sky, and the air waves visible to the naked eye swept across the wooden stands, even shattering the curtain-covered window next to the door.
Myers died on the spot, without even having time to say his last words.
Horaka sat slumped on the ground, as if he had been frightened. There was no trace of blood on his face, and the floor was wet with **** liquid.
She had been a thug for the Dagger Gang and had killed people, but that was all when she was very young.
Even at that time, she was only fighting with rival gangs on the street with a pistol, but she had never been bombed.
Feng Qing, who was lying next to the corridor on one side of the hall, shook his groggy head and stood up from the ground while holding on to the wall.
The impact of the flash bomb is also not small on her, but it is not enough to make her lose her combat effectiveness.
After all, she came off the battlefield. Even if she is not as good as the elders of the Burning Corps, she will not fall over in the hands of two minions.
Looking at the messy hall and the scorched floor, Feng Qing took out the pistol and loaded it, and whispered something in his mouth.
"Isn't this charge too exaggerated?"
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Finally recovering from the aftermath of the explosion, Horaka secretly climbed up from the ground and prepared to escape from the messy front hall.
However, before she could stand still, the cold muzzle of the gun was already pressed against the back of her head, followed by a substandard human couplet coming from behind.
"Don't move. I am also an Awakened One after all, and I will definitely be much faster than you." Horaka slowly raised his hands and said tremblingly.
"Don't, don't shoot!"
She couldn't figure out why the seemingly polite and quiet girl could be so ferocious in combat.
"I surrender!"
Feng Qing looked at her and continued to ask.
"Is there anyone else here? Or is it just you?"
"There are still some goods in the basement, and some slaves, oh no, they are prisoners." Horaka stammered.
There should have been some thugs here, but the business has stopped recently and there is no need to entertain customers. They only have to feed the goods, so she is the only one left.
In order not to attract the attention of the Alliance, the Dagger Gang disguised this place as an abandoned building.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but curse the idiot who had turned into a corpse.
If he survives, Mr. West will definitely cut off his hands and feet and throw them to the dogs.
Not caring about her incoherent change of words, Feng Qing glanced at the VM on his left arm. Signal still hasn't been restored.
It appears that shielding equipment is also installed in this building.
At this time, the sound of chaotic footsteps and shouts suddenly came from the yard outside the door. At least ten or twenty people came.
"We have fallen into a den of thieves."
If I had known that this hidden mission was so exciting, I would have brought Gui Gui with me.
Looking in the direction of the door, and then at the 'red NPC' who was shivering with his head in his hands, Feng Qing muttered to himself.
Just when she was preparing to face the enemy, there was a loud explosion outside the door and window, and the broken snow and mud kicked up by the explosion fell into the house like raindrops.
"Ah!!!"
"It's so noisy."
Unable to hold back the fear in her heart any longer, Horaka was knocked to the ground and let out a heartbreaking scream. However, she soon received a heavy blow on her head and her eyes rolled over and she passed out. passed.
After knocking the predator unconscious, Feng Qing pressed himself down and quickly moved to the window.
The moment she looked outside, her eyes suddenly widened.
"This is... a missile?!"
The entire front yard seemed to have been plowed over by an excavator, leaving only a large pit several meters wide, imprinted in the center of the yard.
Although the dust picked up by the explosion made the surroundings a mess, it did not damage any surrounding buildings, and even the wall of the yard did not collapse.
Such a precise strike is obviously not like artillery!
Next to the bomb crater lay several corpses, and several gang members whose limbs had been blown off, curled up and wailing weakly.
The explosion happened almost instantly, so fast that they had no time to react.
In the thick smoke that filled the alley outside the hospital, banging gunshots and screams were heard from time to time, but all of them were broken cleanly without exception.
The battle is completely over.
A curvy figure crossed the dusty yard and walked steadily towards the red brick building.
Looking at the bulging alloy breastplate and jet-black mirror helmet, as well as the explosion-proof shield and rifle in the sister's hands, Feng Qing's eyes couldn't help but shine.
"That's so cool!" She couldn't help but murmured in a low voice. What kind of equipment is this? !
Wait, is it a prosthetic body?
Looking at the shelter resident stuck by the window, he tapped his helmet lightly with his index finger.
"Target recovery successful."
"Mission accomplished."