"It's a bit far and the viewing angle isn't very good...but it shouldn't be a big problem."

"The map is 800 meters away. We are now on the 19th floor." Fang Chang shook his shoulder. "The brother in the team who is the first to pull the big bolt is up to you."

…

Eight hundred meters away.

Entrance to Fa Yuen Street MTR Station.

Gunshots rang out continuously, and the whole street was in chaos.

The players used homemade smoke bombs made of phosphorus, potassium nitrate and sugar to seal the smoke in the streets, and threw clay grenades made of black powder. Bullets from miscellaneous weapons were fired at the mercenaries as if they were free.

The troops came forward and advanced to the middle of the street in just three minutes.

"Fire! Fire!"

"Damn, how many more of them are there?"

"I don't know! I only know that if I keep fighting like this, I will run out of bullets!"

The pungent smell of gunpowder filled the entire road, and bullets were flying in the air.

The flames from the machine gun illuminated Lambert's face red. At first, he only fired bursts, but later he had to respond with strafing fire. By now, the barrel of the gun was already hot.

However, even so, it still cannot stop the surging offensive of these survivors!

Are these people crazy?!

Aren't they afraid of death?

In order to prevent being overwhelmed by the sea of ​​​​people, the team's defense line had to withdraw again and again, and finally retreated to the entrance of Huayuan Street Subway Station

Lambert, who had re-mounted his machine gun, couldn't help but curse in the communication channel.

"Damn it! Where's Karl! Is that idiot asleep?"

"I have a bad feeling..."

"No matter what your premonition is, hold your position for me! Our A and B teams are still under the subway."

While he was talking, the teammate next to Lambert felt a stream of blood mist rising from his chest, and fell to the ground before he could even let out a muffled groan.

"Sniper!"

Lambert was terrified and was about to retreat when two more rockets pierced the smoke. One rocket entered the subway station and the other hit the concrete stone bunker in front of them.

The fire from the explosion almost scorched his hair. Lambert, who fell to the ground, rolled around, grabbed his teammate's rifle and hid in the subway.

After crossing the security checkpoint and running all the way to the platform, he jumped into the carriage, raised his rifle and aimed it at the stairs behind him.

He said while panting.

"This is the team. The surface position has been lost. We must find new ones."

Just as he was speaking halfway, a strong wind suddenly came from behind and hit Lambert hard on the back of the head, knocking him unconscious.

"Hahaha! I got my money back, I got my money back!" The mosquito, carrying the steel bar, was so excited that he wanted to give this red-named elite monster another stick.

It’s so satisfying to pick up a head for free!

"What are you so excited about? This is only 200 silver, and you still have one head left before you can get your money back?"

Mole, who came from the next carriage with him, immediately took a look at the jet black rifle on the ground.

Reaching out to pick it up from the ground, Mole's eyes flashed with excitement as he looked at the tactical flashlight and vertical grip hanging on the rail under the muzzle.

"This rifle is so cool..."

Although it's not as good as his Black Swan, selling it for two to three hundred silver coins shouldn't be a problem, right?

"A pistol, and two grenades... this body armor should also work!"

Zhang Hai, who was holding his buttocks, had slipped over from the next car at some point and was touching the elite monster excitedly with his free hand, muttering to himself while touching it.

"Get rich, get rich."

The mosquito and the mole looked at each other and communicated silently.

'What does it have to do with him?'

'The devil knows!'

…

surface.

The street adjacent to Fa Yuen Street MTR station.

Looking at the smoke filling the air in the distance, the weather was obviously minus ten or twenty degrees, but Liu Jiuyue felt sweat dripping from his palms.

While escorting the camel team back to Brown's Farm, he happened to pass by and witnessed the entire battle from beginning to end.

There was only one thought in his mind.

That’s so strong!

The guard beside him swallowed and whispered to another guard.

"Finished?"

"Seems to be……"

"What is hidden in this subway station? Why are not only those people from the northern suburbs, but also the mercenaries from Boulder City appearing here?"

"No matter what is hidden, it is not something we can control," Liu Jiuyue swallowed and continued, interrupting the guards' whispering.

"Continue on your way, the battle is over."

Wetland Park’s neighbors may be more powerful than they think.

He suddenly understood why Mr. Brown took the initiative to donate food to those people...

…

Boulder Voice Radio Headquarters.

As the ace radio host, House was sitting in the broadcast room at the moment, with his feet on the table, reading the press release just sent by his colleagues.

Although it was a very relaxed posture, his expression was not relaxed, and even gradually showed a hint of solemnity and tension.

Suddenly, he sat up straight from his chair and looked at his colleagues standing in the studio.

"The Black Snake Mercenary Group lost? Lost to a group of country bumpkins? How is this possible! Is there something wrong?!"

The colleague standing in the broadcast room shook his head and said.

"You are not the only one who is surprised. I confirmed it twice with the reporter from the observation tower, but I got the same result."

"The sneak attack by the Black Snake Mercenary Group completely angered the hillbillies in the northern suburbs. They sent at least a hundred people to encircle and suppress them. The team that Captain Prut left on the surface was completely wiped out, and the remaining two teams were besieged in the subway.

Inside the station, it looks like the situation is going to be very bad now.”

"According to the news from the Central Casino, a lot of people watched our program today and placed bets. We will broadcast this news in fifteen minutes. Please prepare."

After saying that, he turned around and left the studio, closing the door behind him.

House's face turned blue and white, and his hand holding the press release turned into a fist.

Although it was not the group of mercenaries he hired, and Prit was not his acquaintance or friend, but not long ago, he had put down 500 chips to kill two people in the Black Snake mercenary group.

That's his entire week's pay!

If this report is true, his work this week has been in vain.

"This group of guys who succeed only in failure are so shameful. They should all go to hell! It's best not to come back!"

House cursed and crumpled the press release into a ball and threw it into the wastebasket.

He decided to write a new one and scold the group of country bumpkins in the northern suburbs who bullied the minority and had no moral ethics!

…

One kilometer away from Huayuan Street MRT Station.

Chu Guang, wearing an exoskeleton, sat on a bench on the street, overlooking the smoke-filled battlefield through the Hummingbird drone connected to VM.

The player has already rushed to the entrance of the subway station. It only took less than a quarter of an hour from arriving on the battlefield to taking over the subway station.

Except for the man who escaped into the subway station, the other three mercenaries were all killed by the random shooting of his little players.

The entrance to Vault 117 is located in the middle of the tunnel.

There are almost no bunkers available there, and it can be expected that those mercenaries will definitely guard the exit of the shelter.

With a faint smile on his face, Chu Guang stretched out his hand to hold the war hammer lying beside him, and stood up from the bench.

"It's finally my turn to appear."

…

Under the surface.

In the tunnel of Fa Yuen Street MTR station.
To be continued...