Just as Sha Diao and Xiao Jiang were standing on the roof to watch the fun, the Heishui Lane in the distance was already in chaos.
The Taran Raider and his three confidants walked out of Nock's house not long after a group of ferocious guys chased after him.
The group of people dressed in vests, exposed their muscular arms, and carried long spears and short cannons and short knives in their hands. They all had messy guys.
At first Taran thought he was involved in some gang fight, until the other party shot the troll in the sky and shouted at him again.
The one in front!stop!
Don't run away!
In a moment, countless thoughts flashed through Taran's mind, including the fact that he was sold by Nok, the gang members were employed by the Enlightenment, etc., until the sauerkraut fish grabbed his arm.
Damn it!Run!!
Realizing that now is not the time to think about this, Taran suddenly came back to his senses and ran away without saying a word.
run!
Seeing the group leader running out first, the three players hurriedly followed behind and rushed towards the other end of the alley.
They only wore a pistol, and four people couldn't get ten magazines, and the opponent had all the trolls and rifles, and the firepower of both sides was not the same level!
Even if you have the ability of an awakened person, you are not so lazy.
Seeing the fat meat on his mouth about to run away, Morse hurriedly called the members of the Hyena Gang to chase after him.
A group of people chased each other on the street.
Listening to the bullets flying above his head, Taran cursed in shock and angrily.
Damn, are these NPCs crazy?!I'm doing tasks normally, but I still have this kind of fun?!
While talking, a bullet flew over his ear.
The sound of breaking through the air that blows into the cochlea scares him to shy away and his running pace speeds up a little.
Here is a new map with several time zones between the save point and the resurrection point.
If this is dead, not only will the equipment be fully exploded, but all the unsaved experience will be lost, and the hidden mission that I just obtained will be gone.
This loss can no longer be described as a blood loss, it is simply a loss!
Chasing closely behind the commander of the corps, the medical miracle couldn't help but complain.
You are so stupid!
Pickled fish: That’s it!This wave of me is planning.
Taran Raider: MMP, when is it still in internal conflict!Can't you scold dog planning with me?
Angry fatty liver: …
Medical Miracle: If I were A Guang, I would like to give you a big shot on your face.
Pickled fish: What's the big one
Lao Cai was only halfway through his words, and a group of bad guys broke into the front of everyone.
Unlike the group of vest guys behind him, these guys not only dress well, but also have a lot of temperament.
However, the gentleness is the gentleness, and the PU-9 submachine gun in his hands does not look reasonable at all.
The Taran raider suddenly had an alarm, and he grabbed the pickled fish next to him and hid in the alley next to the street with everyone.
Almost at the same time they turned a corner, the black muzzles spewed out of the flames.
The sound of gunfire filled the entire street, and the noisy rain of bullets and gunpowder instantly printed rows of bullet holes on the dirt houses along the street.
Not only Taran and his three confidants were startled, but even Morse and York, who were chasing behind him, were frightened and hurriedly took the people to scatter and hid aside.
A young man was unfortunately hit in the chest by a stray bullet, and blood suddenly spread, and was hurriedly pulled to the back of the bunker by the gang members next to him.
Looking at the unconscious younger brother who was lying in a pool of blood, Morse's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he looked at the man in formal clothes on the street opposite with murderous aura, and gritted his teeth and made a sound like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter.
Tony...What do you mean?
Iron Hand Help!
Another major gang in Heishuixiang runs the largest nightclubs and casinos in the entire urban area!
Unlike myself, this guy's clients are not just cockroaches from Blackwater Street, but occasionally some Willant people will visit, especially the military nobles among the Willant people.
It is precisely because of this that Morse has always been very afraid of him and is reluctant to conflict with him.
Tony, who was holding a cigarette butt, calmly replaced the submachine gun with a new magazine and loaded it with a click.
It's not interesting, everyone depends on their ability.
Morse said in annoyed glance at the dying young man.
How do I count my people?
Tony grinned softly and said slowly.
When I went out today, I stepped on a cockroach to death. What does it have to do with me?
Usually, the Wirants prohibited them from fighting, but most of them were restrained. Even if they killed people, they would not commit crimes in the streets. After all, no one wanted to attract suppression from the troops.
But today is different from the past. The garrison issued a wanted order, and even if the person died, it can be explained as an accidental injury in the battle.
Those Willant people didn't really care about their life or death. They often dealt with those big noses. Tony knew very well what the standard of doing things was.
It is precisely because of this that he doesn't take these hyenas in front of him seriously at all.
This arrogant attitude completely angered Morse and the hyenas beside him.
Doctor York couldn't help it first, and roared in anger, erected the iron pipe assault rifle in his hand, and raked Brown's movement bullets across the street.
Go and eat shit!Tony!With the female ducks next to you!
The bullets flying over caused the Iron Hand Gang members to avoid them in a hurry.
Although the iron pipe rifle wrapped with tape had no accurate head, the bullets shot out were 7mm after all.
Angry by the rude curse, Tony narrowed his eyes into a slit, took off his cigarette butt and threw it on the ground and crushed it with the tip of his shoe.
You asked for it yourself.
After saying that, he waved his index finger forward, and a group of murderous men in formal attire set up the PU-9 submachine guns in their hands and fired at the other side of the street.
Unlike the street battles of regular troops, these minions have no accurate idea in fighting. Most of them are hiding behind the bunker, and their weapons are close to the bunker and they are firing outwards.
After all, they don’t have medical insurance, they don’t have medals when they beat people to death, and they can’t even get a box of ashes when they were beaten to death. No one lost to anyone in terms of momentum, but few people are really trying their best.
The two sides exchanged fire for a long time, but many bullets were fired, but few were shot and lying on the ground.
Taran, hiding in the alley, was stunned, and the medical miracle next to him swallowed his saliva.
Wait, why did they fight by themselves?!
How do I know...
Taran looked outside, looked carefully at the two groups of people, and found that they were all wearing completely different outfits.
At this moment, he noticed a familiar face mixed in the group on the left.
The moment he saw that face, Taran's eyes suddenly widened and he shouted angrily.
Nock!Why do you betray me?
When Morse, who was fighting with Tony, heard the name Nock, was stunned for a moment, and then smiled and shouted in a crazy way.
Nock?I don’t call it Nok, remember my name, my name is broken finger!You're stupid!
Three of me in a row made Taran's head confused, as if he was kicked by a donkey.
He, a five-star good citizen of Los Santo, was actually ridiculed by NPC!?
The medical miracle following him wanted to cry and laugh for a moment, but in the end he couldn't hold back his laughter and burst into tears.
Hahahaha grass!
What cerebral palsy leader...
I was so funny that I was fooled by artificial intelligence!
Listening to the unrestrained ridicule of the three confidants, Taran's whole face turned into a pig's liver color. That affliction was even more uncomfortable than killing him.
After all, resurrection is a matter of three days, but it will be ridiculed on the forum for a lifetime.
Oh shit……
He cursed and took out the pistol that was blocked behind his butt, intending to join the melee to find the scene, but was pulled by the quick-eyed and quick-handed medical miracle.
Damn, brother, don’t be excited!
The pickled fish also said nervously.
It's Ah, boss, don't be excited!Let's just joke that even if you want to jump, you won't jump in the mission, at least you will wait until the mission is completed.
Under the persuasion of the two, Taran gradually calmed down and thought about countermeasures to get out of trouble.
The two gangs are eyeing themselves at the same time, and that is probably not for money...
Especially the broken finger pretending to be Nock.
If it was for money, he should have done it when he opened the door just now, so he wouldn't have waited until now!
Thinking of this, Taran's heart moved and looked at the fatty liver that had not spoken.
Fat, you go offline and take a look.
The fatty liver opened his eyes and looked at him and said lightly.
...I just came back from offline and the thirty brothers in our hotel have been taken down.
At this moment, the forum was full of joy. After all, after this war had been fought for so long, it was the first time that the corps on the Alliance had been captured by a system like this.
And he was also a group of guards.
However, he did not tell the irrelevant trivial matters to the corps commander.
They are now grasshoppers on a rope, and even if they laugh at each other, it doesn't make any sense.
After listening to the fatty liver statement, Taran said in his heart that it was true.
Thirty members of the hotel were taken down, and the Willant people really set their sights on them.
But why are the gangs coming?
In an instant, a possibility suddenly appeared in Taran's mind.
They have no evidence!This is not to say how lawful the Willant people are, but that there is a certain procedure in any system, and it is impossible for individuals in this system to do whatever they want.
Whoever gives the order will be responsible, and this logic will work within the legion.
In other words, the port garrison that targeted them was not because they received orders from their superiors, but because they made a decision that was made without authorization out of suspicion of some of their own people.
Those Willant people did not have enough evidence to prove that they were spies in the alliance!
If he died as a coalition citizen in their pursuit, it may not be a problem for the Southern Legion, but it will definitely be a problem for the garrison.
So they entrusted it to the local gang, so that even if they only caught one corpse, they could finally turn the blame on the gangs to fight, fooling diplomatic issues into public security issues.
Taran's thoughts were changing rapidly and he made a quick decision.
Fatty liver, go and send private messages to our members offline and connect their confessions!We were here to kill ourselves with one bite. We were here for business inspection.
The fatty liver smiled faintly.
They have already made a fuss... although it is not about business inspections, but about tourism.
The medical miracle couldn't help but give a thumbs up.
Awesome!
The pickled fish couldn't help but praise.
Gao Ah, forget it if you come to be the leader.
The fatty liver curled the corners of his mouth slightly.
Although it actually has nothing to do with him, there seems to be no need to explain it.
Hearing that his own group members were so self-conscious, Taran also showed a little surprise on his face.
The quality of the newcomers collected this time is unexpectedly good. It seems that his ambition to hit T0 is hopeful!
The only drawback is that the reason for travel is somewhat far-fetched, and it is no wonder that the other party may have a problem if they bite them to death.
But it's good.
Taran's eyes flashed slightly, and he had a new idea.
I will help you cut off the rear. You will find a way to escape north later, first escape from the settlement, and then wait for my news.
The pickled fish looked at the corps commander in surprise.
What about you?
In surrender.
Taran's mouth raised a smile and said lightly to the three confidants who looked surprised.
I heard that the Enlightenment Association called on the residents of the shelter to unite to resist the legacy of the War Construction Committee.
I don’t know if the residents of the shelter who abandoned the darkness and turned to the light want.
……
As the Awakened One at Level 30 joined the battle, the battle in Heishui Lane became fierce.
After all, it was a veteran who gave the heads to the pangolin. Although the Taran Raider was not very smart, his skills were not vague at all.
He first sent the three younger brothers away by taking a ladder, and then he singlely killed two groups of men with one pistol.
Fortunately, when I was looking for the task coordinates, I walked around the Heishui Lane several times, which was equivalent to stepping on it in advance.
He was not familiar with the terrain here, but he didn't bump into it like a headless fly.
After crossing two streets, he directly rushed into the market where crowds gathered, and fired a gun into the sky, and the whole market was full of people and horses.
Morse and Tony, who were chasing behind, were green in their faces when they saw this guy rushing into the market.
As expected, just as the foolish guards broke out in a charge car just shortly after the incident was in a big deal, a group of guards with guns and guns rushed over.
The armed guards in bulletproof armor, Taran threw away his pistol, held his hands and walked over to the crowd that ran away, making a shocked expression.
Thank goodness, you guys are here!
The centurion leading the team walked to him with a gloomy face.
Did you fire the gun?
Taran's eyes widened in surprise.
I?!What are you kidding, I'm just a tourist!This is my VM, which contains my electronic visa. I came in seriously from customs!
A body search will be carried out while registering the customs. Unlike smugglers, the former is protected by the law of Triumph City.
At least nominally.
While saying that, Taran pointed to the group of gang members who were chasing him behind him.
They were the ones who shot!Anyone can ask you any questions.
The centurion narrowed his eyes and looked at the guy from the league with his scrutiny, wishing he could poke his ugly and disgusting face.
He naturally knew who those villains were, but he didn't expect that the wanted order issued by him would help him instead, and he had the excuse of being persecuted and seeking asylum.
But it doesn't matter.
At least someone caught it.
The thirty alliance citizens I caught before insisted that they were here for a trip and were completely foolish about them.
This is wasteland.
And where can you travel to the enemy's territory?
He no longer has hope of prying something out of those people's mouths, hoping to open a breakthrough in this guy.
Get in the car.
Taran breathed a sigh of relief, and a look of relief appeared on his face.
Thanks.
The centurion, who didn't want to listen to his nonsense, pushed him and handed him over to his adjutant.
A gang member in a vest hesitated and walked up to ask for compensation.
Hey, that...
The centurion didn't even look at this guy who was blinded. He waved his hand and asked someone to take him away, taking him back as a trophy for the mission.
Morse, hiding in the crowd, had a gloomy face, looking at the withdrawn charge car, and didn't know what he was thinking.
Tony, who had been fighting with him before, stood beside him and lit a cigarette again.
The centurion of the garrison seems that the money is not so easy to make... I decided to withdraw, Iron Hand Help, you can play for yourself.
Morse glanced at him and said with a sarcastic smile.
I thank you.
No need to thank me, I have to thank me, and I can also save it for your funeral... No matter how small the mosquito is, it is still meat, and I will take care of your territory for you.
The submachine gun was thrown into my younger brother's hand, and Tony looked at him mockingly, regardless of the group of hunting dogs' glare at him, turned around and took the man away.
York stared at the guy with a murderous gaze until his back disappeared at the end of the market, then looked at his boss again and said in a low voice.
Boss...Is this the matter so?
Morse's eyes narrowed into a slit, retracted from the direction where Tony left, and looked at the direction where the charge car left, and said word by word.
I never do business at a loss...
This matter is not over.
Enlightenment...
This is the first time he has heard of this organization after living in this city for so long.
As Morse silently chanted this word, he shook his chin gently and turned around and left with his younger brothers.
At the same time, the roof of the distant building.
The sand sculpture and the laughing maker who were watching the fun finally finished eating the melon seeds in their pockets.
When he saw Taran throwing his weapon and walking towards the Willant's note, the former opened his eyes wide in surprise and praised him in a rare manner.
Niu Ah... This silly man has something, and he even came up with the trick of surrendering himself.
He probably guessed what the guy was going to do.
If it was really the same as he thought, they might be able to cooperate.
The laughing scholar looked at him and asked.
What about now?What do we do?
Wait for the rabbit.
Throwing the melon seed shell downstairs, Sha Yan clapped his hands and picked up the travel bag that was put aside.
There was all his equipment.
It includes a sniper rifle that was disassembled into parts, a submachine gun, several grenades and a drone.
It's very simple as how these things are brought in.
He and his teammates around him did not take the usual path since they got off the ship, but instead got stuck in the blind spot of the customs NPC's vision and got stuck in the bug.
If the people of the Enlightenment Society noticed them, they might check out the sites near the garrison where they were detained... We just go to the nearby area to keep a look and mark the suspicious people down.
Xiao Jiang: What is suspicious?
The sculptor grinned.
NPCs who are as sneaky as us, or the same face that appears for several days in a row.Make good use of drones and facial recognition... Don't stand stupidly, it's time to leave.
Everything is in his plan!
Looking at the melon seed shells floating in the wind, the laugher sighed.
The quality is really poor.
The Taran Raider and his three confidants walked out of Nock's house not long after a group of ferocious guys chased after him.
The group of people dressed in vests, exposed their muscular arms, and carried long spears and short cannons and short knives in their hands. They all had messy guys.
At first Taran thought he was involved in some gang fight, until the other party shot the troll in the sky and shouted at him again.
The one in front!stop!
Don't run away!
In a moment, countless thoughts flashed through Taran's mind, including the fact that he was sold by Nok, the gang members were employed by the Enlightenment, etc., until the sauerkraut fish grabbed his arm.
Damn it!Run!!
Realizing that now is not the time to think about this, Taran suddenly came back to his senses and ran away without saying a word.
run!
Seeing the group leader running out first, the three players hurriedly followed behind and rushed towards the other end of the alley.
They only wore a pistol, and four people couldn't get ten magazines, and the opponent had all the trolls and rifles, and the firepower of both sides was not the same level!
Even if you have the ability of an awakened person, you are not so lazy.
Seeing the fat meat on his mouth about to run away, Morse hurriedly called the members of the Hyena Gang to chase after him.
A group of people chased each other on the street.
Listening to the bullets flying above his head, Taran cursed in shock and angrily.
Damn, are these NPCs crazy?!I'm doing tasks normally, but I still have this kind of fun?!
While talking, a bullet flew over his ear.
The sound of breaking through the air that blows into the cochlea scares him to shy away and his running pace speeds up a little.
Here is a new map with several time zones between the save point and the resurrection point.
If this is dead, not only will the equipment be fully exploded, but all the unsaved experience will be lost, and the hidden mission that I just obtained will be gone.
This loss can no longer be described as a blood loss, it is simply a loss!
Chasing closely behind the commander of the corps, the medical miracle couldn't help but complain.
You are so stupid!
Pickled fish: That’s it!This wave of me is planning.
Taran Raider: MMP, when is it still in internal conflict!Can't you scold dog planning with me?
Angry fatty liver: …
Medical Miracle: If I were A Guang, I would like to give you a big shot on your face.
Pickled fish: What's the big one
Lao Cai was only halfway through his words, and a group of bad guys broke into the front of everyone.
Unlike the group of vest guys behind him, these guys not only dress well, but also have a lot of temperament.
However, the gentleness is the gentleness, and the PU-9 submachine gun in his hands does not look reasonable at all.
The Taran raider suddenly had an alarm, and he grabbed the pickled fish next to him and hid in the alley next to the street with everyone.
Almost at the same time they turned a corner, the black muzzles spewed out of the flames.
The sound of gunfire filled the entire street, and the noisy rain of bullets and gunpowder instantly printed rows of bullet holes on the dirt houses along the street.
Not only Taran and his three confidants were startled, but even Morse and York, who were chasing behind him, were frightened and hurriedly took the people to scatter and hid aside.
A young man was unfortunately hit in the chest by a stray bullet, and blood suddenly spread, and was hurriedly pulled to the back of the bunker by the gang members next to him.
Looking at the unconscious younger brother who was lying in a pool of blood, Morse's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he looked at the man in formal clothes on the street opposite with murderous aura, and gritted his teeth and made a sound like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter.
Tony...What do you mean?
Iron Hand Help!
Another major gang in Heishuixiang runs the largest nightclubs and casinos in the entire urban area!
Unlike myself, this guy's clients are not just cockroaches from Blackwater Street, but occasionally some Willant people will visit, especially the military nobles among the Willant people.
It is precisely because of this that Morse has always been very afraid of him and is reluctant to conflict with him.
Tony, who was holding a cigarette butt, calmly replaced the submachine gun with a new magazine and loaded it with a click.
It's not interesting, everyone depends on their ability.
Morse said in annoyed glance at the dying young man.
How do I count my people?
Tony grinned softly and said slowly.
When I went out today, I stepped on a cockroach to death. What does it have to do with me?
Usually, the Wirants prohibited them from fighting, but most of them were restrained. Even if they killed people, they would not commit crimes in the streets. After all, no one wanted to attract suppression from the troops.
But today is different from the past. The garrison issued a wanted order, and even if the person died, it can be explained as an accidental injury in the battle.
Those Willant people didn't really care about their life or death. They often dealt with those big noses. Tony knew very well what the standard of doing things was.
It is precisely because of this that he doesn't take these hyenas in front of him seriously at all.
This arrogant attitude completely angered Morse and the hyenas beside him.
Doctor York couldn't help it first, and roared in anger, erected the iron pipe assault rifle in his hand, and raked Brown's movement bullets across the street.
Go and eat shit!Tony!With the female ducks next to you!
The bullets flying over caused the Iron Hand Gang members to avoid them in a hurry.
Although the iron pipe rifle wrapped with tape had no accurate head, the bullets shot out were 7mm after all.
Angry by the rude curse, Tony narrowed his eyes into a slit, took off his cigarette butt and threw it on the ground and crushed it with the tip of his shoe.
You asked for it yourself.
After saying that, he waved his index finger forward, and a group of murderous men in formal attire set up the PU-9 submachine guns in their hands and fired at the other side of the street.
Unlike the street battles of regular troops, these minions have no accurate idea in fighting. Most of them are hiding behind the bunker, and their weapons are close to the bunker and they are firing outwards.
After all, they don’t have medical insurance, they don’t have medals when they beat people to death, and they can’t even get a box of ashes when they were beaten to death. No one lost to anyone in terms of momentum, but few people are really trying their best.
The two sides exchanged fire for a long time, but many bullets were fired, but few were shot and lying on the ground.
Taran, hiding in the alley, was stunned, and the medical miracle next to him swallowed his saliva.
Wait, why did they fight by themselves?!
How do I know...
Taran looked outside, looked carefully at the two groups of people, and found that they were all wearing completely different outfits.
At this moment, he noticed a familiar face mixed in the group on the left.
The moment he saw that face, Taran's eyes suddenly widened and he shouted angrily.
Nock!Why do you betray me?
When Morse, who was fighting with Tony, heard the name Nock, was stunned for a moment, and then smiled and shouted in a crazy way.
Nock?I don’t call it Nok, remember my name, my name is broken finger!You're stupid!
Three of me in a row made Taran's head confused, as if he was kicked by a donkey.
He, a five-star good citizen of Los Santo, was actually ridiculed by NPC!?
The medical miracle following him wanted to cry and laugh for a moment, but in the end he couldn't hold back his laughter and burst into tears.
Hahahaha grass!
What cerebral palsy leader...
I was so funny that I was fooled by artificial intelligence!
Listening to the unrestrained ridicule of the three confidants, Taran's whole face turned into a pig's liver color. That affliction was even more uncomfortable than killing him.
After all, resurrection is a matter of three days, but it will be ridiculed on the forum for a lifetime.
Oh shit……
He cursed and took out the pistol that was blocked behind his butt, intending to join the melee to find the scene, but was pulled by the quick-eyed and quick-handed medical miracle.
Damn, brother, don’t be excited!
The pickled fish also said nervously.
It's Ah, boss, don't be excited!Let's just joke that even if you want to jump, you won't jump in the mission, at least you will wait until the mission is completed.
Under the persuasion of the two, Taran gradually calmed down and thought about countermeasures to get out of trouble.
The two gangs are eyeing themselves at the same time, and that is probably not for money...
Especially the broken finger pretending to be Nock.
If it was for money, he should have done it when he opened the door just now, so he wouldn't have waited until now!
Thinking of this, Taran's heart moved and looked at the fatty liver that had not spoken.
Fat, you go offline and take a look.
The fatty liver opened his eyes and looked at him and said lightly.
...I just came back from offline and the thirty brothers in our hotel have been taken down.
At this moment, the forum was full of joy. After all, after this war had been fought for so long, it was the first time that the corps on the Alliance had been captured by a system like this.
And he was also a group of guards.
However, he did not tell the irrelevant trivial matters to the corps commander.
They are now grasshoppers on a rope, and even if they laugh at each other, it doesn't make any sense.
After listening to the fatty liver statement, Taran said in his heart that it was true.
Thirty members of the hotel were taken down, and the Willant people really set their sights on them.
But why are the gangs coming?
In an instant, a possibility suddenly appeared in Taran's mind.
They have no evidence!This is not to say how lawful the Willant people are, but that there is a certain procedure in any system, and it is impossible for individuals in this system to do whatever they want.
Whoever gives the order will be responsible, and this logic will work within the legion.
In other words, the port garrison that targeted them was not because they received orders from their superiors, but because they made a decision that was made without authorization out of suspicion of some of their own people.
Those Willant people did not have enough evidence to prove that they were spies in the alliance!
If he died as a coalition citizen in their pursuit, it may not be a problem for the Southern Legion, but it will definitely be a problem for the garrison.
So they entrusted it to the local gang, so that even if they only caught one corpse, they could finally turn the blame on the gangs to fight, fooling diplomatic issues into public security issues.
Taran's thoughts were changing rapidly and he made a quick decision.
Fatty liver, go and send private messages to our members offline and connect their confessions!We were here to kill ourselves with one bite. We were here for business inspection.
The fatty liver smiled faintly.
They have already made a fuss... although it is not about business inspections, but about tourism.
The medical miracle couldn't help but give a thumbs up.
Awesome!
The pickled fish couldn't help but praise.
Gao Ah, forget it if you come to be the leader.
The fatty liver curled the corners of his mouth slightly.
Although it actually has nothing to do with him, there seems to be no need to explain it.
Hearing that his own group members were so self-conscious, Taran also showed a little surprise on his face.
The quality of the newcomers collected this time is unexpectedly good. It seems that his ambition to hit T0 is hopeful!
The only drawback is that the reason for travel is somewhat far-fetched, and it is no wonder that the other party may have a problem if they bite them to death.
But it's good.
Taran's eyes flashed slightly, and he had a new idea.
I will help you cut off the rear. You will find a way to escape north later, first escape from the settlement, and then wait for my news.
The pickled fish looked at the corps commander in surprise.
What about you?
In surrender.
Taran's mouth raised a smile and said lightly to the three confidants who looked surprised.
I heard that the Enlightenment Association called on the residents of the shelter to unite to resist the legacy of the War Construction Committee.
I don’t know if the residents of the shelter who abandoned the darkness and turned to the light want.
……
As the Awakened One at Level 30 joined the battle, the battle in Heishui Lane became fierce.
After all, it was a veteran who gave the heads to the pangolin. Although the Taran Raider was not very smart, his skills were not vague at all.
He first sent the three younger brothers away by taking a ladder, and then he singlely killed two groups of men with one pistol.
Fortunately, when I was looking for the task coordinates, I walked around the Heishui Lane several times, which was equivalent to stepping on it in advance.
He was not familiar with the terrain here, but he didn't bump into it like a headless fly.
After crossing two streets, he directly rushed into the market where crowds gathered, and fired a gun into the sky, and the whole market was full of people and horses.
Morse and Tony, who were chasing behind, were green in their faces when they saw this guy rushing into the market.
As expected, just as the foolish guards broke out in a charge car just shortly after the incident was in a big deal, a group of guards with guns and guns rushed over.
The armed guards in bulletproof armor, Taran threw away his pistol, held his hands and walked over to the crowd that ran away, making a shocked expression.
Thank goodness, you guys are here!
The centurion leading the team walked to him with a gloomy face.
Did you fire the gun?
Taran's eyes widened in surprise.
I?!What are you kidding, I'm just a tourist!This is my VM, which contains my electronic visa. I came in seriously from customs!
A body search will be carried out while registering the customs. Unlike smugglers, the former is protected by the law of Triumph City.
At least nominally.
While saying that, Taran pointed to the group of gang members who were chasing him behind him.
They were the ones who shot!Anyone can ask you any questions.
The centurion narrowed his eyes and looked at the guy from the league with his scrutiny, wishing he could poke his ugly and disgusting face.
He naturally knew who those villains were, but he didn't expect that the wanted order issued by him would help him instead, and he had the excuse of being persecuted and seeking asylum.
But it doesn't matter.
At least someone caught it.
The thirty alliance citizens I caught before insisted that they were here for a trip and were completely foolish about them.
This is wasteland.
And where can you travel to the enemy's territory?
He no longer has hope of prying something out of those people's mouths, hoping to open a breakthrough in this guy.
Get in the car.
Taran breathed a sigh of relief, and a look of relief appeared on his face.
Thanks.
The centurion, who didn't want to listen to his nonsense, pushed him and handed him over to his adjutant.
A gang member in a vest hesitated and walked up to ask for compensation.
Hey, that...
The centurion didn't even look at this guy who was blinded. He waved his hand and asked someone to take him away, taking him back as a trophy for the mission.
Morse, hiding in the crowd, had a gloomy face, looking at the withdrawn charge car, and didn't know what he was thinking.
Tony, who had been fighting with him before, stood beside him and lit a cigarette again.
The centurion of the garrison seems that the money is not so easy to make... I decided to withdraw, Iron Hand Help, you can play for yourself.
Morse glanced at him and said with a sarcastic smile.
I thank you.
No need to thank me, I have to thank me, and I can also save it for your funeral... No matter how small the mosquito is, it is still meat, and I will take care of your territory for you.
The submachine gun was thrown into my younger brother's hand, and Tony looked at him mockingly, regardless of the group of hunting dogs' glare at him, turned around and took the man away.
York stared at the guy with a murderous gaze until his back disappeared at the end of the market, then looked at his boss again and said in a low voice.
Boss...Is this the matter so?
Morse's eyes narrowed into a slit, retracted from the direction where Tony left, and looked at the direction where the charge car left, and said word by word.
I never do business at a loss...
This matter is not over.
Enlightenment...
This is the first time he has heard of this organization after living in this city for so long.
As Morse silently chanted this word, he shook his chin gently and turned around and left with his younger brothers.
At the same time, the roof of the distant building.
The sand sculpture and the laughing maker who were watching the fun finally finished eating the melon seeds in their pockets.
When he saw Taran throwing his weapon and walking towards the Willant's note, the former opened his eyes wide in surprise and praised him in a rare manner.
Niu Ah... This silly man has something, and he even came up with the trick of surrendering himself.
He probably guessed what the guy was going to do.
If it was really the same as he thought, they might be able to cooperate.
The laughing scholar looked at him and asked.
What about now?What do we do?
Wait for the rabbit.
Throwing the melon seed shell downstairs, Sha Yan clapped his hands and picked up the travel bag that was put aside.
There was all his equipment.
It includes a sniper rifle that was disassembled into parts, a submachine gun, several grenades and a drone.
It's very simple as how these things are brought in.
He and his teammates around him did not take the usual path since they got off the ship, but instead got stuck in the blind spot of the customs NPC's vision and got stuck in the bug.
If the people of the Enlightenment Society noticed them, they might check out the sites near the garrison where they were detained... We just go to the nearby area to keep a look and mark the suspicious people down.
Xiao Jiang: What is suspicious?
The sculptor grinned.
NPCs who are as sneaky as us, or the same face that appears for several days in a row.Make good use of drones and facial recognition... Don't stand stupidly, it's time to leave.
Everything is in his plan!
Looking at the melon seed shells floating in the wind, the laugher sighed.
The quality is really poor.
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