Lin Xiang smiled and spread his hands: "I'll listen carefully."

This sentence obviously had enough comfort and guidance for Gliffiz. He shyed his round belly with satisfaction, making himself sit more comfortable: "My suggestions have two parts. Well! Let's talk about the first one first - give me twenty red sixth-level enhancement potions, and I can slightly lower the price and get enough cement."

Lin Xiang hugged his left hand in front of his chest, slowly clenched his jaw with his right fingertips, and stared at Gliffiz silently with his sharp eyes.

His eyes were beautiful. But Glifiz didn't want him to be watched by these eyes at this moment. He had a vague illusion that his clothes, skin, muscles, and all the appendages on his body would be peeled apart bit by bit under this strong gaze, leaving only naked nerves and bones. These eyes were so terrible and cold that there was no tolerance or kindness in it, only pure inquiry and cruelty.

This feeling Gliffiz had once. The pressure and aura released by the powerful Skeleton Knight Major Osvid was exactly the same as it is now.

Thinking of this, Gliffiz couldn't help but stiffen his muscles. He quickly pulled out the bent bottle plug and poured enough wine into the cup. With indescribable horror and fear, he drank the spicy liquid in one go. He wiped his mouth with the cuffs of his clothes without regard for his demeanor, and laughed with a forceful smile: "Well, that, I'd better continue to talk about the second part of the plan! You will definitely be interested."

Lin Xiang nodded, and his face, as delicate as porcelain, was as calm as before.

"You should know that Locke is my man. We have known each other since we were very young and can be regarded as friends who can talk about everything. He feels very good about you. I have never seen him praise a man so much. In his words, you are good friends."

Gliffiz looked at Lin Xiang's eyes nervously and closely, and a greasy smile naturally appeared on his face: "Well! If the equalization formula is put into reality, Locke's friends are my friends, so you and I should be classified as their own people. Hehehehe! Is that true?"

Lin Xiang continued to nod his head as usual.

"It seems we have reached the first step of consensus. Then the next thing will be much easier."

Gliffiz rubbed his hands excitedly, put his body leaning against the chair close to the table, and said seriously: "One of the two survivors who escaped from the ruins back to the headquarters is mine. According to the information he obtained, the survey team only entered the first level of the ruins. The various facilities there were well preserved, that is, those cement buildings buried deep underground still contain rich resources that we cannot imagine. All you need to do is turn everything into our own."

"Create a false exploration information to the head office and then give you actual control of the ruin resources?" Lin Xiang glanced at him thoughtfully.

Glifiz's eyes became solemn and sinister: "If you report the situation truthfully, the ultimate benefit can only be those high-ranking bastard directors. They will recycle all their resources and sell them to you at a terrible price to make an amazing amount of profits. During the survey, Quinnier and his mercenary team can be given up as consumables. He is not ours, and the best way is to let him die naturally."

Lin Xiang was silent. There was no joy, anger, sorrow and happiness in Ning Jing's eyes.

"Let me listen to your profit distribution plan first." After a while, he finally spoke. His eyes became deeper, and his voice became more melodious and magnetic.

"You can get twenty percent of the total recyclable materials." Gliffiz looked at every change on his face nervously and seriously, and then added another sentence: "Including cement."

"Forty percent, plus cement." Lin Xiang immediately responded.

"This is impossible." Gliffiz opened his eyes wide and flatly rejected: "I must bribe most of the mercenaries who fought with him. This price has exceeded my bottom line."

"Forty percent, this is also my bottom line." Lin Xiang said calmly.

Gliffiz clenched his two fat and round fists and stared at him with a gaze that was enough to eat people, as if an angry ball, ready to release his potential tyranny in a funny and threatening way. He suddenly felt a little disappointed and regretful. He carefully distinguished the cold light flashing like the cold in Lin Xiang's eyes. After a long time, he asked in a very unwilling tone: "Can you guarantee that you can enter that place safely?"

"If Wevred was still alive, would you ask him the same question?" Lin Xiang's answer was simple, but clear enough.

Layer layers of rocks formed continuous mountains. The mountains in the distance seemed to draw intermittent twists and turns with trembling hands. The dry and cold sky was coming back and forth with thin and cold air. Occasionally, whistling evil wind blew across the rock cliffs at high places, pushing the scattered stones down the mountain stream.

Holding a heavy sniper rifle, Lin Xiang walked leisurely among dozens of mercenaries, and his beautiful black eyes released his eyes, imprinting every area he could reach deep in his brain like data.

This is a hill bordering the plain. The sparsely distributed forests start to extend upward from the point close to the plain, connecting the not-too-high mountains to the ground into a complete group. Granite protruding from the ground can be seen everywhere in the parts of the wilderness. Together with dense hard shrubs, they form countless obstacles, dividing the flat fields and the area to be explored into two large blocks with completely different landscapes.

Just ahead, about dozens of meters away, there is a ruin of a dilapidated town. The collapsed roof fell on the ground, revealing the brick-concrete wall foundation. The bent and twisted steel bars protruded from the section of the wall, barely visible in the square-shaped house, scattered bricks and stone fragments everywhere. The damp corners of the wall have turned moldy and black, and the yellow-green radiation is gathered in the mud pit by the wall, emitting a corruption that makes people almost vomit.

A broken blue-gray asphalt pavement passed through the middle of the town. As the sight shifted, the road in the distance became narrower and narrower, gradually disappearing into the darkness of a semi-arched tunnel on the edge of the mountain range.

Lock, who was burly, stood at the entrance of the town street. He seemed not to feel the cold. The button on his combat uniform was half open, revealing a thick and strong muscle covered with breast hair. He held a tactical telescope in his right hand and looked at the black tunnel in the distance. After a long time, he put down the telescope, slowly raised his left arm, and swung it hard towards the end of the road directly in front.

Dozens of fully armed mercenaries quickly dispersed. Each of them formed a cover for a group of people. While watching the movements around them nervously, they bent their bodies slightly and slowly approached the tunnel entrance that was expanding in sight.

They are all experienced veterans. Except for the Emma branch team led by Locke, the remaining half are dispatched from the headquarters like Quinnier.

The wind was so big that it could almost blow people away. The flying sand and stones formed a gray barrier on the edge of the town. Several gray human skulls were blown back and forth, and at first glance, they looked like the souls of the dead who were randomly swept by the wind of death in hell.

The stone walls at the edge of the tunnel were severely weathered, and large areas of cement coating covering the surface were peeling off. The soil at the top of the cave entrance was hanging down with yellow weeds, and several bushes that grew obliquely on the edge of the entrance were scattered, as if they wanted to prevent this group of outsiders from entering the area they were guarding.

Quinnier, holding an assault rifle, jumped down the flood drain beside the intersection, carefully picked up a few rifle shells from the scattered gravel and debris, leaned close to him and observed carefully for a moment, and handed it to Locke next to him.

"It was left by the exploration team last time. A gunfight must have happened here." Locke narrowed his eyes and looked at it, threw the shell on the ground, took off the belt of the assault rifle from his neck, and pressed his palms hard at the mercenaries following behind him: "Organize defense on the spot, hurry up--"

The mercenaries were very quick. A few minutes later, a ring fortification temporarily arranged on the entrance of the tunnel was completed. Two 12.7 mm machine guns pointed at the inside and outside of the tunnel. The ammunition removed from the truck transporting the soldiers was piled up next to the gun seats. Several strong-muscular veterans skillfully pulled the links from the box and inserted them into the vacant gun box.

Lin Xiang walked around the busy crowd and walked straight to a place about several meters inside the tunnel - a regular groove several centimeters wide, extending down from the top of the hole, forming a striking tangent line on the hard cement floor. A thick steel plate stretched half a meter wide from the left of the wall twisted inward, and a large piece of metal rust stains were mixed with a small amount of green paint that had not yet peeled. With the help of the faint light transmitted from the outside of the hole, you can vaguely see the metal gears stuck at the bottom of the steel plate with gravel and mud stains.

This is a protective gate used to block external attacks. All bases in the old era were equipped with this infrastructure.

On the wall behind the steel gate, there was a square ruler square, slightly higher than the pattern on the wall. Lin Xiang stretched out his hand and gently pushed apart the spider web and dust covering the surface. A standard-shaped convex five-star suddenly appeared in front of him. Although the red paint on the surface had long been blurred, he could barely distinguish the two Chinese characters "August 1" arranged vertically in the center of the five-star.

Looking at the ancient symbols that have been preserved for nearly a hundred years, Lin Xiang suddenly felt an indescribable feeling and bitterness. He took a deep breath, took a step forward, and slowly walked towards the deep and dark tunnel.

The semi-arched passage was very dim, and the light refracted from the hole quickly turned into a tiny blurred edge behind everyone. Three mercenaries carrying small searchlights were surrounded by the middle of the team, slowly moving towards the depths of the darkness in the arrangement of one, two back and forth.

Lin Xiangping was holding a sniper rifle, and he felt a faint uneasy in his heart. He seemed to smell the smell of blood in the night wind that was rushing towards him.

For some reason, he felt that this tunnel left behind from the old era had an indescribable weirdness.

No one spoke, and dozens of muzzles pointed directly above the hole and the wall. In addition to the friction of the rubber boots rubbing sand and gravel, there were also heavy breaths from people's mouths and noses. The atmosphere in this dark space was so dull that it was suffocating.

Turning a curve with a very large arc, Lin Xiang, who was walking in front of the team, suddenly raised his right arm. Seeing this, Locke, who was following closely, looked stern, leaned against him, and asked suspiciously, "What's going on?"

"Roll up the last machine gun and keep the flamethrower on alert."

Lin Xiang stared at the depths of the ink-like passage in front of him. The wind blowing there was sometimes strong and sometimes weak, with a slight rustling sound and a faint smell of mold and rot.

Suddenly, he reached his sniper rifle and aimed at the target locked by perception at the end of the passage, and pulled the trigger hard.

"Bang--"

The flames ejected from the muzzle were particularly clear in the darkness. The bullet with a very high firing rate was rotating and flying out. As the friction of the air, a light red flame trace was brought on the surface of the bullet, like a shiny color that drew light and drifted into the depths of the darkness, and a flashing red light ball was blown out. Against the backdrop of this faint light, a black shadow that was several hundred meters away was blown up by huge kinetic energy. Although the distance was very far, it was enough for the mercenaries to see the target's head exploded on the shoulders and the identity was overturned backwards.

Just as the gunshots sounded, a messy collision also came from the end of the passage. It sounded like the contact between footsteps and the ground, and it seemed like some kind of rustling sound of creatures climbing on the top of the cave and the walls. They quickly approached the direction where the mercenaries were, like a sudden dense drum beat, getting bigger and denser, and more intense.

"Prepare, they are here-"

Lin Xiang, with a calm expression, quickly retreated from the vacant shell, raised his gun again and aimed at the sight that could not be captured, but was able to pull the trigger by the target that was sensed and touched. This time the bounce point had shrunk nearly a hundred meters away, and the light released by the explosion also allowed the mercenaries to see clearly the opponent they were about to contact for the first time.

This is a mutant creature with a long body. They seem to belong to a variant that humans have after being infected with radiation and viruses. Their bodies are extremely thin, their arms are long, their legs are curled and half-squatted on the ground, and their overall appearance is similar to those of frogs. The sharp horny claws extend from their fingers and toes. They move very lightly, and they can climb and advance with the help of tiny gaps on the wall, and can also use the powerful elastic force of their legs to jump high from the lying ground and rush forward like shells.

The mercenaries who controlled the lights along the trajectory of the bullets used a huge white light column to cover the entire field of view directly in front of them - the ground and top wall of the passage with a width of more than ten meters were densely packed with hundreds of frog-shaped zombies. Their bodies were naked, and their dark red eyes were swept back and forth at everything they could capture. The heads, similar to humans but slightly deformed, stretched forward, and the length of the entire neck was more than half a meter. They moved flexibly and moved much faster than humans. The strong muscles and flexible torso allowed them to climb freely to any angle. The sudden strong light seemed to make them a little overwhelmed. They surrounded them, deflecting their bodies, and wandering back and forth on the ground and walls frantically, looking extremely irritable and tyrannical.

"Shoot quickly, searchlights keep covering them. These guys are afraid of light-"

Lin Xiang's roar was instantly overwhelmed by the roar of the machine gun. The gunshots were loud in the passage, and the rhythmic dull sound of the multi-barrel machine guns was deafening in the narrow space. The dense bullets were flying like wasps away from the nest, and the firelight ejected from the muzzle completely illuminated the dark passage. Although the mutants were agile, at such a close distance, not to mention the multi-barrel machine guns with fierce firepower, even assault rifles were also fatal to them.

The closest zombies were blown up and exploded on the spot. The warheads with amazing fire rates easily tear apart their fragile bodies. In order to avoid ultraviolet rays, they could not adapt to the dizzying brightness of the searchlight. They screamed desperately, looking for everything that could be used as barriers. Their panic actions not only did not bring enough safety, but also made the gun of their completely exposed attacker and could easily hit the target without aiming.

"Don't panic, the flamethrower covers the machine gun to advance in sequence, kill all these damn mutant creatures--"

According to Locke's order, a very tall mercenary with a cylindrical fuel trough on his shoulders strode forward, grinned and raised the spout that had already lit the flames, and pulled the trigger hard at the deepest part shrouded in darkness. The fiery flames up to thousands of degrees ejected out like a red dragon. The terrifying high temperature and shock waves instantly swept across the battlefield. A strong stinking odor suddenly drifted out of the noisy howls.

Lin Xiang has already worn a simple oxygen mask. These equipment was equipped with him based on relevant information provided by Gliffiz. Those who survived from the mouth of frog-shaped zombies were not useless. They used their unforgettable horror experience to provide sufficient equipment basis for later explorers.

Quinnier seemed particularly excited. Through the transparent wall of the oxygen mask, he could clearly see his eagerness to try and his eyes reddened by the flames. He flexibly changed the empty magazine, and shot several beautiful shots at the locked target from time to time, calling on his mercenaries to quickly rush forward to seize the advantageous position. On the creamy hair on his shoulders, some scattered spots of minced flesh and blood that scattered from the mutant.
Chapter completed!