Bang!
With a harsh gunshot piercing the silence, the battle in the radio station building officially kicked off.
A team of ten people quickly broke into the building and exchanged fire with the armed personnel who were standing in the building.
The brief firefight lasted less than five minutes, and the ten-man team rushing into the building was blown out by the explosion of dust and noisy gunshots.
Not only that, the original ten-man team suffered more than half of the casualties, and two seriously injured soldiers were even carried out horizontally.
Looking at the embarrassing subordinates and the wounded person who were dragged out, the centurion's face was full of surprise, and then the astonishment expression turned into anger.
A bunch of waste!Ten people can't catch two people, what are you doing for?
Faced with the chief's scolding, the head of the ten-husband who had withdrawn from the building was filled with fear, but he still explained with a thorn in his mouth.
It's not two people... only one person, but that guy was too fast, maybe he was an awakened person...
Hearing this sentence, the centurion's eyes narrowed.
Awakened...
It seems that I have caught a big fish.
No longer making things difficult for his subordinates, he took off the communicator hanging on his shoulder and ordered in a deep voice.
Please pay attention to the second team, third team, and fourth team, it’s your turn to get on.
A uniform answer came from the communication channel.
receive!
With the order issued, the three teams of ten people rushed forward with murderous intent.
Looking at the building that was so close, the centurion's mouth curled up with a grim smile.
Ten people can't get in!
Then there are thirty people!
He still doesn't believe that he can't kill this grasshopper!
At the same time, Taran, who was hiding in the building, was calmly replacing the magazine of the assault rifle he picked up.
To be honest, this group of Willant people have good equipment, exoskeleton and bulletproof armor. If it weren't for the penetration of the Hokkien's pistol, he might not have been the opponent of that group of people with just a pu-9.
However, when it comes to combat literacy, they are more than a little worse than the soldiers on the front line of the Bharat Province. If it were the latter, it might be even more difficult for him.
Of course, even if he has full confidence in his combat effectiveness, he has to admit that in the face of this absolute number gap, his failure is only a matter of time.
Kant could no longer count on it. The guy was unwilling to fight with his compatriots and was determined to die.
He couldn't persuade the guy, and didn't know how to persuade him, and even felt in his heart that this might be the best ending.
To be honest, he himself didn't know what he was struggling with.
It is the honor of a hero to die as a hero.
At least tonight he has lived in the hearts of the people of Yongyegang and will probably not be forgotten for a long time.
However, when Talan regrets thinking that the NPCs in this game cannot be resurrected.
He didn't want this guy to die like that.
After playing the game for so long, this is the first time he has encountered such an NPC that is so good at it.
Looking at the three teams touching each other from the front and back doors, he took a light breath and grinned.
...After working for a long time, the armored vehicle was just a decoration.
Perhaps because of the city, the group of Willant people were not able to let go of their hands and feet. The armored vehicles stopped outside and did not fire at him, just sending infantry to arch.
Kicking open a door, Taran reached out and grabbed a cabinet, lifted it out like a chicken, and then threw it at the entrance of the stairs.
He loaded the rifle with a click, took a deep breath and prepared for the battle again, and pulled the trigger the moment the dense footsteps rushed into the stairwell.
Twist!
In the lightning and fire, the close fight began again!
Unlike the first firefight, the Willant's offensive this time was obviously much more cautious, and Taran's situation was obviously much more difficult than before.
Watching the flashing firelight pushing from the second floor to the third floor, the centurion standing outside the radio station, a hideous smile finally appeared on the corner of his mouth.
As he expected.
After all, trapped beasts are just trapped beasts.
At the same time, not far away from him, the chief commander of the garrison, Captain Willoughby, was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, constantly wiping the sweat coming out of his forehead.
Although he wanted to tear Kant, who was broadcasting for him at this moment, he knew very well that the guy's life or death was no longer important, and what was important was how to deal with the aftermath.
Now most of the people of Willant in Yong Night Harbor know what the comfort medicines issued to veterans by the Logistics Department of the General Affairs Department are, and how do those big men make money from the insurance of the injured through expensive hallucinogens that have no therapeutic effect.
The answer to why those injured soldiers cannot be properly placed is already coming out.
Because their money was spent inexplicable places and finally flowed into the pockets of the rush-losers.
The small pills that were popular in the Evernight Harbor Black Market were not because of the strategic dumping of the alliance, but because of the flood of Sharon on the market.
Gang members recovered the excess comfort medicine from the hands of veterans, and also picked up goods from the logistics department to make snake oil with stronger efficacy, and squeezed the last drop of oil and water from the survivors of Yongyaung.
Whether it is the Willant people or the aliens in the Blackwater Alley, everyone is the victim of this systematic exploitation!
Looking at Governor Yahui who looked increasingly unkind, Willoughby's face became more and more desperate.
Maybe there is no need to wait until the sun rises tomorrow, and he has to throw away the hat on his head.
Before we knew it, there were suddenly many people on the street who had nothing to do with this commotion.
Most of these people are Willant, including drunken drunks and citizens who come out of their homes.
At first Willoughby only thought these guys were watching the fun and didn't take it seriously.
Until more and more people gathered on the street and the expressions written on each face became increasingly unfriendly, Willoughby suddenly realized that a bigger problem might be coming.
Looking at Yahui's eyes at him, Willoughby could only call on a few guards to follow him, and walked forward with a tough bullet and shouted at the crowd that was getting more and more.
What are you standing here for?This is not a place to watch the fun, go back to your house!
The sound did not disperse the crowd, but instead made the crowd gather.
A veteran, who had been retired, stepped forward and pointed at Willoughby in a questioning tone with his red rosacea.
You are Willoughby.
If it were normal, Willoughby would never bow to a drunkard, but the crowded crowd forced him to lower his posture and said in a communicative tone.
It's me...what happened?
The veteran pointed at his nose and asked in an unceremonious tone.
Then I ask you, are you telling the truth?
Willoughby's expression froze, and beads of sweat as big as beans emerged from his temples, but he still explained calmly.
...That was forced by the situation, and it was the idiot who forced me to say it. If you were on the radio, you should have heard it. He threatened me with a bomb...threatening his boss.
The expression on the veteran's face did not change at all, and he was still staring at him.
You didn't deny it, so it's the truth?
I
Willoughby was about to defend himself when a bottle of wine flew out of the crowd and almost hit his head.
The guards following him hurried forward and stopped the increasingly excited crowd.
And at the same time, a shout came from the crowd.
traitor!You betrayed the Willant!He also betrayed our marshal!
I haven't
Then let the person inside!You will confront you publicly again!
That's right!Let the person go!
The roaring sound was like a wave, slapped the chests of the guards one after another.
Facing the indignant compatriots, the guards all showed hesitant expressions on their faces.
They are also Willant.
Not only that, many of them, like Kant, are veterans who have retreated from the front line.
The questions Kant asked on the radio were all questions they had in mind for many years.
Rather than saying that they cannot raise the courage to face the crowd, they are more distressed about why they stand opposite to their compatriots, rather than standing with them.
Looking at the crowd pressing step by step, Willoughby couldn't argue, and his heart became even more and more panic.
He had no doubts.
If you were caught by these guys, you would definitely be torn to pieces by them!
And at this moment, a harsh whistle sounded not far away, and five soldiers were stuck in the way of the lane of an armored vehicle and escorted to the edge of the crowd.
They were the 200th-man team of the city defense forces who came to reinforce.
No one expected that a small radio station could defend so much. The force of a 100-man team had been gnawed for more than ten minutes, but they didn't chew down the building.
Under pressure from the General Affairs Department, the commander of the City Defense Force dispatched another team of 100 people and allowed them to blast the building with explosives when necessary.
A head was poked out from the armored vehicle blocked outside the crowd and shouted at the crowd with a horn.
The people watching the fun in front give it a try!You blocked the road!
The centurion squatting in the armored vehicle obviously did not understand the situation.
It doesn't matter if he doesn't shout. As soon as he shouted, the crowd around him instantly boiled, and he squeezed in front of the armored vehicle and refused to give in.
Looking at the littered garbage and wine bottles, the centurion hurriedly covered the top cover of the armored vehicle turret and retracted it into the vehicle.
Ceasefire!
Release people!!
The deafening roar passed through the car body, and the shaking steel plates trembled faintly.
Looking at the indignant faces outside the observation window, the members of the vehicle in the armored vehicle all looked like they had seen ghosts and exchanged surprise eyes with each other.
Oh shit……
Are these guys crazy?!
What was shocked was not only the soldiers who rushed to reinforce, but also the soldiers who were stalemate on the front line.
They can be sure that their opponent has only one person.
However, it was the crazy man who relied on the two assault rifles he snatched out of his hand to repel their attacks five times!
If they really despised that guy at the beginning and were suspected of letting go, they all showed their true skills in the subsequent rounds of attacks, but they still failed to attack the third floor.
The battle situation was a stalemate for a while.
Looking at the dejected wounded, the centurion in charge was about to get angry.
He walked to Captain Willoughby Wanfu with great strides, and didn't care about any level or level, and shouted at him.
Let your guards drive those inconvenient guys away!Our reinforcements cannot enter the scene!
Willowbi was yelling at the nose when a centurion pointed at her nose, but there was nothing he could do.
Who wants the other party to be from the army?
And he was just a garrison team, and he was assigned to the local department, and he was not even considered a local army.
Holding the fire in his heart, he shouted in a low voice.
I know, I have given orders... but I don’t have enough staff at all. Do you know how many people are crowded on the street outside?!
Centurion: Then transfer some people to come over!
Willoughby said angrily.
I'm just a ten thousand men, and I don't really have ten thousand people in my hands!I have already transferred all the guards in the city, and they are still blocked outside and cannot get in!If you get angry at me, why not ask your boss to think of a solution!
There were at least 20,000 to 30,000 citizens gathered outside.
At first they just blocked one street, but now they are all blocked!
Now that the guards in the city have been removed from this urban area, what he is most worried about now is not this radio station, but the public security in other urban areas.
It is hard to guarantee that no one will take advantage of the situation at this time, and if there is any chaos at that time, it will be counted on him in the end.
He had enough trouble and didn't want to add some inexplicable charges to himself.
Oh shit!
Looking at his subordinates who were suffering from casualties, the centurion cursed, pulled out the gun from his waist and walked to the front of the crowd.
Willoughby was shocked when he saw this and instinctively wanted to go up and stop him, but it was too late.
No!
All spread out for me!Don’t come here if you don’t want to die!It's against you!
The red-eyed centurion fired a shot into the sky, and it was the sound of the gunshot that completely angered the crowd that was stalemate with the guards.
They are Willant.
Genes that are not afraid of death flow in their blood vessels, and how many bullets can be found in the pistol magazine?
The veterans who rushed in the front knew much more than these rookies. They immediately rushed up when they heard the sound of gunfire, and the originally stable line was instantly broken away.
Faced with the angry crowd, the guards finally chose to surrender, and because they did not shoot from beginning to end, the people did not make things difficult for them, and they rushed towards the centurion who shot.
Looking at the surging crowds, Willoughby's long-lasting despair was printed on his face.
Including Governor Yahui who was hiding in the reconnaissance car, he had never seen such a scene before, and was already scared to death. He only urged the driver to drive and crash into a place with few people.
Taran, who was shot several times, squatted on the fourth floor of the radio station, looked at the boiling crowd outside the window, with a surprised expression on his face, and he unconsciously said, "Damn it."
Kant did not call on his compatriots to unite, but when he spoke for them, his compatriots did not choose to watch coldly, and still stood up bravely for him.
Talan now understands why these big noses can help the War Construction Committee that inherited all the inheritance of the Renmin League...
The genes engraved in their blood vessels are not just killing, but also honor and dignity.
The Willant will never abandon their heroes.
They are saved...
This fight was not in vain... Haha, this life is worth it!
After taking a look at the gunshot wound on his body, Taran smiled and suddenly understood the words that old players often talked about: Don’t care too much about the sequence level, otherwise they will miss a lot of things.
Maybe that was not Versailles, but the insight they had experienced after experiencing countless deaths.
They have left countless unforgettable traces in this world, and this has surpassed those pale numbers.
With the butt, he stood up from the ground with his butt, and Taran thought that what happened next had nothing to do with him, so it would be better to find a place to deal with his body.
And at this moment, a familiar shout suddenly came from downstairs.
...Captain!Are you on it?
A guy named Junichiro Xiaokawa said that you were in trouble and called us to pick you up!
Let's make a sound alive.
Hearing the voice, Taran was stunned at first, then ecstasy appeared on his face.
Grass!I've finished fighting, you're here!
……
Blackwater Lane, the last game Casino.
When it gets dark, the largest casino in Yongye Harbor is crowded, but tonight there is a sign that is closed.
The gamblers with gold coins in their pockets were traveling back and forth in front of the door, but they saw that the door showed no sign of opening at all, so they returned in disappointment.
At the same time, in the VIP private room on the roof of the casino, a man with a high nose bridge was sitting on the sofa with his legs raised.
He held a communicator in his hand, and his face was filled with haze.
After a moment, he cursed in a low voice and threw the communicator on the table.
Damn, it's such a bunch of trash... I can't even handle this little thing!
Looking at the furious man, Tony, who was standing beside him, did not dare to breathe, nor did he dare to interrupt and say a word. He just accompanied the pleasing smile on his face and waited quietly.
This person's name is Peter, and his identity is amazing. Although he is only a commander of the thousand men, he is the secretary of the General Affairs Department of the War Zone of the Bharat Province.
Even the governor of Yongyegang would have to give this guy a little bit, let alone a hooligan like Tony.
In front of this big man, he didn't even have the qualifications to sit and speak.
By the way, it is worth mentioning that the man sitting in front of him is not his real backer.
The big man who supported him never showed his face in front of him. He always used the people below to help him solve the troubles outside of his business and be responsible for collecting money.
And this Peter is also the highest-ranking person he has ever seen.
Tony could only guess who the backer behind him was based on his own guess, and even if he guessed, he would not dare to say it openly, let alone let that backer do his job for him.
Those people simply set their sights on his property, hoping to use his hands to do something, and on this basis they will give him some convenience.
If he asks too much, or is too troublesome, those people don't mind changing to a cleaner glove.
In fact, if it weren't for some accident in business, Peter wouldn't have come here in person.
But what he didn't expect was that a big mess broke out on the garrison just a few hours after he left the Governor's Mansion.
Kidnapped by his subordinates...
It’s better to kill yourself with a gun!
The bad things were more than that. The radio aroused public anger in Yongyegang and caused reinforcements to be blocked in the street.
The army that had arrived at the scene was not very smart. A team of 100 people couldn't defeat a radio station, so they could only watch the matter get bigger and bigger.
Peter took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and then turned his eyes to Tony standing aside.
How are the snake grass dealing with?
Seeing Peter talking to him, Tony hurriedly said with a smile with a smile.
Don't worry, sir, everything has been done!The warlords in Shezhou will open a special route for us, and the customs at Yongyegang have also been arranged!In the future, we can directly use snake grass to process snake oil, and we no longer need to use those small pills to purify... Although our processing plant has suffered some losses, it has little impact on us.
After a pause, Tony lowered his voice again.
Also, as you told me... we took the group of Brahman workers out of the Katnod prison and took them to the suburbs to deal with them.
That factory is neither the industry of the logistics department nor the industry of the General Affairs Department, but it belongs to some people in this chain of interests.
By improving the production process and production process, they simply bypassed the logistics department, but did not bypass anyone in this chain of interests.
All that has changed is raw materials.
They can produce more addictive snake oil more efficiently without having to recycle prescription drugs prescribed from the veterans.
Because of the change in supply and demand relationship, they hope that the veterans would eat the more Sharon that had no place to put, so as to open up the market for snake oil with stronger efficacy and make another profit from the veterans' pensions.
After all, the vast majority of the wealth of the Southern Legion gathers in the hands of the Willant people, and it is too inefficient to squeeze the Dinar from the hands of the aliens.
Not only that, they no longer need those Bharat workers.
They know too much.
And they have already shown their faces, and it would be troublesome to go to prison again for the same reason.
Instead of giving them a ticket to go home, it is better to pay the warlords behind them directly, and then let the latter send a batch of new workers over.
Anyway, the most deficient thing in the Bharat Province is people, so I'll just send it with the snake grass.
Hearing that the matter was done, Peter breathed a little relieved and nodded quietly.
good.
Tony smiled.
Don't worry if I do my business!
Peter grinned and suddenly moved his heart and continued to speak.
So, then I'll ask you to do something again.
Tony said respectfully with a solemn expression.
Don't worry, sir, as long as it is your order, I will do my best to do it!
Peter smiled faintly and ordered.
Some chaos occurred in the northwest urban area, near the radio station, and a group of drunken drunks blocked the road.If you take some people over, remember to bring them with you, create some chaos and bomb people away, so that our troops can get in.
Tony was stunned.
That's all?
That's all.He picked up the black tea on the table and took a sip. Peter whispered, "A few people can die, but don't die too many, and don't attack in front of the garrison and the army... Otherwise, you can prepare a few scapegoats yourself, and you can do whatever you want."
The Willant people were unwilling to shoot at their compatriots, so they were done with a group of aliens.
He doesn't have that much obsession.
Those who should be killed must still be killed. You can't be merciful just because there are unarmed civilians on the other side.
After understanding Peter's eyes, Tony nodded in understanding and smiled.
clear!
This kind of thing is simply too easy for him. Just arrange a few gunmen to stand in the distance and beat him up, and then rush up and throw a few moor bottles.
But this guy is really cruel.
The people living in the northwest city should be from Willant. His younger brother usually walks around there, not to mention making trouble there, and he doesn't even dare to stay there.
Just as Tony was about to arrange things, a loud explosion suddenly came from outside the window.
Hearing the noise, everyone in the room was stunned, and their expressions were frozen on their faces.
At the same time, unrestrained laughter came from afar, mixed with arrogant clamor.
Tony!Ha ha ha ha!Your grandpa is here to attend your funeral!
Hearing the mad dog-like barking, Tony's face changed instantly, and he hurriedly walked to the window.
As he expected, the madman from the Hyena Gang was standing directly opposite the street.
And his old rival Morse is holding the latest laceration light machine gun in his hand.
Seeing the gun aiming at him, Tony hurriedly left the window in fear, and at the same time took off the walkie-talkie tied to his waist and shouted at the thugs in the casino.
Damn it, stop that lunatic!Never let him lean over!!
Meanwhile, a shuttle of bullets swept towards the window, leaving a string of gun holes on the ceiling with the crackling sound of shattering.
Dodging to the corner of the room, Peter stared at Tony half-squatting on the ground in shock and angrily.
What's going on outside?
Morse, Tony's lips turned white with anger and gritted his teeth tightly. It was from the Hyena Gang... Those idiots got on the line of the garrison, as if they had taken the wrong medicine. By the way, these guys were blown up in our suburb factory!
Peter's eyes widened, with an incredible expression on his face.
Garrison?
How dare those soft-legged shrimps in the garrison
As soon as he thought about this, the laughter like an evil ghost came from outside the window.
...I didn't expect that I am now a disciple of the Enlightenment Society and I have a backer!Ha ha ha ha!
Do you dare to come out and fight me upright?
...Enlightenment meeting?
What's that thing?!
Peter's brain went down for a long time, but he couldn't react for a long time.
But he was a commander after all, and he was never scared by a group of villains.
He knocked Tony out of the room, locked the door cleanly, then calmly picked up the communicator that had fallen on the table and pressed several buttons.
Putting the communicator in his ear, he issued the order concisely.
...I encountered some trouble here and sent a team of cleaning teams to come.
With a harsh gunshot piercing the silence, the battle in the radio station building officially kicked off.
A team of ten people quickly broke into the building and exchanged fire with the armed personnel who were standing in the building.
The brief firefight lasted less than five minutes, and the ten-man team rushing into the building was blown out by the explosion of dust and noisy gunshots.
Not only that, the original ten-man team suffered more than half of the casualties, and two seriously injured soldiers were even carried out horizontally.
Looking at the embarrassing subordinates and the wounded person who were dragged out, the centurion's face was full of surprise, and then the astonishment expression turned into anger.
A bunch of waste!Ten people can't catch two people, what are you doing for?
Faced with the chief's scolding, the head of the ten-husband who had withdrawn from the building was filled with fear, but he still explained with a thorn in his mouth.
It's not two people... only one person, but that guy was too fast, maybe he was an awakened person...
Hearing this sentence, the centurion's eyes narrowed.
Awakened...
It seems that I have caught a big fish.
No longer making things difficult for his subordinates, he took off the communicator hanging on his shoulder and ordered in a deep voice.
Please pay attention to the second team, third team, and fourth team, it’s your turn to get on.
A uniform answer came from the communication channel.
receive!
With the order issued, the three teams of ten people rushed forward with murderous intent.
Looking at the building that was so close, the centurion's mouth curled up with a grim smile.
Ten people can't get in!
Then there are thirty people!
He still doesn't believe that he can't kill this grasshopper!
At the same time, Taran, who was hiding in the building, was calmly replacing the magazine of the assault rifle he picked up.
To be honest, this group of Willant people have good equipment, exoskeleton and bulletproof armor. If it weren't for the penetration of the Hokkien's pistol, he might not have been the opponent of that group of people with just a pu-9.
However, when it comes to combat literacy, they are more than a little worse than the soldiers on the front line of the Bharat Province. If it were the latter, it might be even more difficult for him.
Of course, even if he has full confidence in his combat effectiveness, he has to admit that in the face of this absolute number gap, his failure is only a matter of time.
Kant could no longer count on it. The guy was unwilling to fight with his compatriots and was determined to die.
He couldn't persuade the guy, and didn't know how to persuade him, and even felt in his heart that this might be the best ending.
To be honest, he himself didn't know what he was struggling with.
It is the honor of a hero to die as a hero.
At least tonight he has lived in the hearts of the people of Yongyegang and will probably not be forgotten for a long time.
However, when Talan regrets thinking that the NPCs in this game cannot be resurrected.
He didn't want this guy to die like that.
After playing the game for so long, this is the first time he has encountered such an NPC that is so good at it.
Looking at the three teams touching each other from the front and back doors, he took a light breath and grinned.
...After working for a long time, the armored vehicle was just a decoration.
Perhaps because of the city, the group of Willant people were not able to let go of their hands and feet. The armored vehicles stopped outside and did not fire at him, just sending infantry to arch.
Kicking open a door, Taran reached out and grabbed a cabinet, lifted it out like a chicken, and then threw it at the entrance of the stairs.
He loaded the rifle with a click, took a deep breath and prepared for the battle again, and pulled the trigger the moment the dense footsteps rushed into the stairwell.
Twist!
In the lightning and fire, the close fight began again!
Unlike the first firefight, the Willant's offensive this time was obviously much more cautious, and Taran's situation was obviously much more difficult than before.
Watching the flashing firelight pushing from the second floor to the third floor, the centurion standing outside the radio station, a hideous smile finally appeared on the corner of his mouth.
As he expected.
After all, trapped beasts are just trapped beasts.
At the same time, not far away from him, the chief commander of the garrison, Captain Willoughby, was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, constantly wiping the sweat coming out of his forehead.
Although he wanted to tear Kant, who was broadcasting for him at this moment, he knew very well that the guy's life or death was no longer important, and what was important was how to deal with the aftermath.
Now most of the people of Willant in Yong Night Harbor know what the comfort medicines issued to veterans by the Logistics Department of the General Affairs Department are, and how do those big men make money from the insurance of the injured through expensive hallucinogens that have no therapeutic effect.
The answer to why those injured soldiers cannot be properly placed is already coming out.
Because their money was spent inexplicable places and finally flowed into the pockets of the rush-losers.
The small pills that were popular in the Evernight Harbor Black Market were not because of the strategic dumping of the alliance, but because of the flood of Sharon on the market.
Gang members recovered the excess comfort medicine from the hands of veterans, and also picked up goods from the logistics department to make snake oil with stronger efficacy, and squeezed the last drop of oil and water from the survivors of Yongyaung.
Whether it is the Willant people or the aliens in the Blackwater Alley, everyone is the victim of this systematic exploitation!
Looking at Governor Yahui who looked increasingly unkind, Willoughby's face became more and more desperate.
Maybe there is no need to wait until the sun rises tomorrow, and he has to throw away the hat on his head.
Before we knew it, there were suddenly many people on the street who had nothing to do with this commotion.
Most of these people are Willant, including drunken drunks and citizens who come out of their homes.
At first Willoughby only thought these guys were watching the fun and didn't take it seriously.
Until more and more people gathered on the street and the expressions written on each face became increasingly unfriendly, Willoughby suddenly realized that a bigger problem might be coming.
Looking at Yahui's eyes at him, Willoughby could only call on a few guards to follow him, and walked forward with a tough bullet and shouted at the crowd that was getting more and more.
What are you standing here for?This is not a place to watch the fun, go back to your house!
The sound did not disperse the crowd, but instead made the crowd gather.
A veteran, who had been retired, stepped forward and pointed at Willoughby in a questioning tone with his red rosacea.
You are Willoughby.
If it were normal, Willoughby would never bow to a drunkard, but the crowded crowd forced him to lower his posture and said in a communicative tone.
It's me...what happened?
The veteran pointed at his nose and asked in an unceremonious tone.
Then I ask you, are you telling the truth?
Willoughby's expression froze, and beads of sweat as big as beans emerged from his temples, but he still explained calmly.
...That was forced by the situation, and it was the idiot who forced me to say it. If you were on the radio, you should have heard it. He threatened me with a bomb...threatening his boss.
The expression on the veteran's face did not change at all, and he was still staring at him.
You didn't deny it, so it's the truth?
I
Willoughby was about to defend himself when a bottle of wine flew out of the crowd and almost hit his head.
The guards following him hurried forward and stopped the increasingly excited crowd.
And at the same time, a shout came from the crowd.
traitor!You betrayed the Willant!He also betrayed our marshal!
I haven't
Then let the person inside!You will confront you publicly again!
That's right!Let the person go!
The roaring sound was like a wave, slapped the chests of the guards one after another.
Facing the indignant compatriots, the guards all showed hesitant expressions on their faces.
They are also Willant.
Not only that, many of them, like Kant, are veterans who have retreated from the front line.
The questions Kant asked on the radio were all questions they had in mind for many years.
Rather than saying that they cannot raise the courage to face the crowd, they are more distressed about why they stand opposite to their compatriots, rather than standing with them.
Looking at the crowd pressing step by step, Willoughby couldn't argue, and his heart became even more and more panic.
He had no doubts.
If you were caught by these guys, you would definitely be torn to pieces by them!
And at this moment, a harsh whistle sounded not far away, and five soldiers were stuck in the way of the lane of an armored vehicle and escorted to the edge of the crowd.
They were the 200th-man team of the city defense forces who came to reinforce.
No one expected that a small radio station could defend so much. The force of a 100-man team had been gnawed for more than ten minutes, but they didn't chew down the building.
Under pressure from the General Affairs Department, the commander of the City Defense Force dispatched another team of 100 people and allowed them to blast the building with explosives when necessary.
A head was poked out from the armored vehicle blocked outside the crowd and shouted at the crowd with a horn.
The people watching the fun in front give it a try!You blocked the road!
The centurion squatting in the armored vehicle obviously did not understand the situation.
It doesn't matter if he doesn't shout. As soon as he shouted, the crowd around him instantly boiled, and he squeezed in front of the armored vehicle and refused to give in.
Looking at the littered garbage and wine bottles, the centurion hurriedly covered the top cover of the armored vehicle turret and retracted it into the vehicle.
Ceasefire!
Release people!!
The deafening roar passed through the car body, and the shaking steel plates trembled faintly.
Looking at the indignant faces outside the observation window, the members of the vehicle in the armored vehicle all looked like they had seen ghosts and exchanged surprise eyes with each other.
Oh shit……
Are these guys crazy?!
What was shocked was not only the soldiers who rushed to reinforce, but also the soldiers who were stalemate on the front line.
They can be sure that their opponent has only one person.
However, it was the crazy man who relied on the two assault rifles he snatched out of his hand to repel their attacks five times!
If they really despised that guy at the beginning and were suspected of letting go, they all showed their true skills in the subsequent rounds of attacks, but they still failed to attack the third floor.
The battle situation was a stalemate for a while.
Looking at the dejected wounded, the centurion in charge was about to get angry.
He walked to Captain Willoughby Wanfu with great strides, and didn't care about any level or level, and shouted at him.
Let your guards drive those inconvenient guys away!Our reinforcements cannot enter the scene!
Willowbi was yelling at the nose when a centurion pointed at her nose, but there was nothing he could do.
Who wants the other party to be from the army?
And he was just a garrison team, and he was assigned to the local department, and he was not even considered a local army.
Holding the fire in his heart, he shouted in a low voice.
I know, I have given orders... but I don’t have enough staff at all. Do you know how many people are crowded on the street outside?!
Centurion: Then transfer some people to come over!
Willoughby said angrily.
I'm just a ten thousand men, and I don't really have ten thousand people in my hands!I have already transferred all the guards in the city, and they are still blocked outside and cannot get in!If you get angry at me, why not ask your boss to think of a solution!
There were at least 20,000 to 30,000 citizens gathered outside.
At first they just blocked one street, but now they are all blocked!
Now that the guards in the city have been removed from this urban area, what he is most worried about now is not this radio station, but the public security in other urban areas.
It is hard to guarantee that no one will take advantage of the situation at this time, and if there is any chaos at that time, it will be counted on him in the end.
He had enough trouble and didn't want to add some inexplicable charges to himself.
Oh shit!
Looking at his subordinates who were suffering from casualties, the centurion cursed, pulled out the gun from his waist and walked to the front of the crowd.
Willoughby was shocked when he saw this and instinctively wanted to go up and stop him, but it was too late.
No!
All spread out for me!Don’t come here if you don’t want to die!It's against you!
The red-eyed centurion fired a shot into the sky, and it was the sound of the gunshot that completely angered the crowd that was stalemate with the guards.
They are Willant.
Genes that are not afraid of death flow in their blood vessels, and how many bullets can be found in the pistol magazine?
The veterans who rushed in the front knew much more than these rookies. They immediately rushed up when they heard the sound of gunfire, and the originally stable line was instantly broken away.
Faced with the angry crowd, the guards finally chose to surrender, and because they did not shoot from beginning to end, the people did not make things difficult for them, and they rushed towards the centurion who shot.
Looking at the surging crowds, Willoughby's long-lasting despair was printed on his face.
Including Governor Yahui who was hiding in the reconnaissance car, he had never seen such a scene before, and was already scared to death. He only urged the driver to drive and crash into a place with few people.
Taran, who was shot several times, squatted on the fourth floor of the radio station, looked at the boiling crowd outside the window, with a surprised expression on his face, and he unconsciously said, "Damn it."
Kant did not call on his compatriots to unite, but when he spoke for them, his compatriots did not choose to watch coldly, and still stood up bravely for him.
Talan now understands why these big noses can help the War Construction Committee that inherited all the inheritance of the Renmin League...
The genes engraved in their blood vessels are not just killing, but also honor and dignity.
The Willant will never abandon their heroes.
They are saved...
This fight was not in vain... Haha, this life is worth it!
After taking a look at the gunshot wound on his body, Taran smiled and suddenly understood the words that old players often talked about: Don’t care too much about the sequence level, otherwise they will miss a lot of things.
Maybe that was not Versailles, but the insight they had experienced after experiencing countless deaths.
They have left countless unforgettable traces in this world, and this has surpassed those pale numbers.
With the butt, he stood up from the ground with his butt, and Taran thought that what happened next had nothing to do with him, so it would be better to find a place to deal with his body.
And at this moment, a familiar shout suddenly came from downstairs.
...Captain!Are you on it?
A guy named Junichiro Xiaokawa said that you were in trouble and called us to pick you up!
Let's make a sound alive.
Hearing the voice, Taran was stunned at first, then ecstasy appeared on his face.
Grass!I've finished fighting, you're here!
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Blackwater Lane, the last game Casino.
When it gets dark, the largest casino in Yongye Harbor is crowded, but tonight there is a sign that is closed.
The gamblers with gold coins in their pockets were traveling back and forth in front of the door, but they saw that the door showed no sign of opening at all, so they returned in disappointment.
At the same time, in the VIP private room on the roof of the casino, a man with a high nose bridge was sitting on the sofa with his legs raised.
He held a communicator in his hand, and his face was filled with haze.
After a moment, he cursed in a low voice and threw the communicator on the table.
Damn, it's such a bunch of trash... I can't even handle this little thing!
Looking at the furious man, Tony, who was standing beside him, did not dare to breathe, nor did he dare to interrupt and say a word. He just accompanied the pleasing smile on his face and waited quietly.
This person's name is Peter, and his identity is amazing. Although he is only a commander of the thousand men, he is the secretary of the General Affairs Department of the War Zone of the Bharat Province.
Even the governor of Yongyegang would have to give this guy a little bit, let alone a hooligan like Tony.
In front of this big man, he didn't even have the qualifications to sit and speak.
By the way, it is worth mentioning that the man sitting in front of him is not his real backer.
The big man who supported him never showed his face in front of him. He always used the people below to help him solve the troubles outside of his business and be responsible for collecting money.
And this Peter is also the highest-ranking person he has ever seen.
Tony could only guess who the backer behind him was based on his own guess, and even if he guessed, he would not dare to say it openly, let alone let that backer do his job for him.
Those people simply set their sights on his property, hoping to use his hands to do something, and on this basis they will give him some convenience.
If he asks too much, or is too troublesome, those people don't mind changing to a cleaner glove.
In fact, if it weren't for some accident in business, Peter wouldn't have come here in person.
But what he didn't expect was that a big mess broke out on the garrison just a few hours after he left the Governor's Mansion.
Kidnapped by his subordinates...
It’s better to kill yourself with a gun!
The bad things were more than that. The radio aroused public anger in Yongyegang and caused reinforcements to be blocked in the street.
The army that had arrived at the scene was not very smart. A team of 100 people couldn't defeat a radio station, so they could only watch the matter get bigger and bigger.
Peter took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and then turned his eyes to Tony standing aside.
How are the snake grass dealing with?
Seeing Peter talking to him, Tony hurriedly said with a smile with a smile.
Don't worry, sir, everything has been done!The warlords in Shezhou will open a special route for us, and the customs at Yongyegang have also been arranged!In the future, we can directly use snake grass to process snake oil, and we no longer need to use those small pills to purify... Although our processing plant has suffered some losses, it has little impact on us.
After a pause, Tony lowered his voice again.
Also, as you told me... we took the group of Brahman workers out of the Katnod prison and took them to the suburbs to deal with them.
That factory is neither the industry of the logistics department nor the industry of the General Affairs Department, but it belongs to some people in this chain of interests.
By improving the production process and production process, they simply bypassed the logistics department, but did not bypass anyone in this chain of interests.
All that has changed is raw materials.
They can produce more addictive snake oil more efficiently without having to recycle prescription drugs prescribed from the veterans.
Because of the change in supply and demand relationship, they hope that the veterans would eat the more Sharon that had no place to put, so as to open up the market for snake oil with stronger efficacy and make another profit from the veterans' pensions.
After all, the vast majority of the wealth of the Southern Legion gathers in the hands of the Willant people, and it is too inefficient to squeeze the Dinar from the hands of the aliens.
Not only that, they no longer need those Bharat workers.
They know too much.
And they have already shown their faces, and it would be troublesome to go to prison again for the same reason.
Instead of giving them a ticket to go home, it is better to pay the warlords behind them directly, and then let the latter send a batch of new workers over.
Anyway, the most deficient thing in the Bharat Province is people, so I'll just send it with the snake grass.
Hearing that the matter was done, Peter breathed a little relieved and nodded quietly.
good.
Tony smiled.
Don't worry if I do my business!
Peter grinned and suddenly moved his heart and continued to speak.
So, then I'll ask you to do something again.
Tony said respectfully with a solemn expression.
Don't worry, sir, as long as it is your order, I will do my best to do it!
Peter smiled faintly and ordered.
Some chaos occurred in the northwest urban area, near the radio station, and a group of drunken drunks blocked the road.If you take some people over, remember to bring them with you, create some chaos and bomb people away, so that our troops can get in.
Tony was stunned.
That's all?
That's all.He picked up the black tea on the table and took a sip. Peter whispered, "A few people can die, but don't die too many, and don't attack in front of the garrison and the army... Otherwise, you can prepare a few scapegoats yourself, and you can do whatever you want."
The Willant people were unwilling to shoot at their compatriots, so they were done with a group of aliens.
He doesn't have that much obsession.
Those who should be killed must still be killed. You can't be merciful just because there are unarmed civilians on the other side.
After understanding Peter's eyes, Tony nodded in understanding and smiled.
clear!
This kind of thing is simply too easy for him. Just arrange a few gunmen to stand in the distance and beat him up, and then rush up and throw a few moor bottles.
But this guy is really cruel.
The people living in the northwest city should be from Willant. His younger brother usually walks around there, not to mention making trouble there, and he doesn't even dare to stay there.
Just as Tony was about to arrange things, a loud explosion suddenly came from outside the window.
Hearing the noise, everyone in the room was stunned, and their expressions were frozen on their faces.
At the same time, unrestrained laughter came from afar, mixed with arrogant clamor.
Tony!Ha ha ha ha!Your grandpa is here to attend your funeral!
Hearing the mad dog-like barking, Tony's face changed instantly, and he hurriedly walked to the window.
As he expected, the madman from the Hyena Gang was standing directly opposite the street.
And his old rival Morse is holding the latest laceration light machine gun in his hand.
Seeing the gun aiming at him, Tony hurriedly left the window in fear, and at the same time took off the walkie-talkie tied to his waist and shouted at the thugs in the casino.
Damn it, stop that lunatic!Never let him lean over!!
Meanwhile, a shuttle of bullets swept towards the window, leaving a string of gun holes on the ceiling with the crackling sound of shattering.
Dodging to the corner of the room, Peter stared at Tony half-squatting on the ground in shock and angrily.
What's going on outside?
Morse, Tony's lips turned white with anger and gritted his teeth tightly. It was from the Hyena Gang... Those idiots got on the line of the garrison, as if they had taken the wrong medicine. By the way, these guys were blown up in our suburb factory!
Peter's eyes widened, with an incredible expression on his face.
Garrison?
How dare those soft-legged shrimps in the garrison
As soon as he thought about this, the laughter like an evil ghost came from outside the window.
...I didn't expect that I am now a disciple of the Enlightenment Society and I have a backer!Ha ha ha ha!
Do you dare to come out and fight me upright?
...Enlightenment meeting?
What's that thing?!
Peter's brain went down for a long time, but he couldn't react for a long time.
But he was a commander after all, and he was never scared by a group of villains.
He knocked Tony out of the room, locked the door cleanly, then calmly picked up the communicator that had fallen on the table and pressed several buttons.
Putting the communicator in his ear, he issued the order concisely.
...I encountered some trouble here and sent a team of cleaning teams to come.
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