"Captain, the target has entered the ambush circle. ”

Deep in the desert, in an oddly configured office of the Umbrella Company's branch, faces are eerily illuminated by the light of a computer screen, and there are nine people sitting in this office, and the prompt just now was shouted by one of the guys wearing "huge" headsets.

"New guy, tap, your screen is shaking too much. ”

This dutiful prompt was only a scolding from the captain in his mouth, who was the only one of them facing three screens, and the reality on the three screens was also different- One is a picture similar to aerial photography, which should be a satellite zoomed-in perspective, one is a slightly higher perspective, the center of the perspective is a highway, at this time several cars are coming with smoke and dust at the end of the road, and the last perspective is shaking, it looks like the perspective of a CS shooter, from the height of the perspective of the character controlled by the "player" has exploded, and the weapon in the lower right corner of the perspective is even more domineering.

What a Guan Dao! That's right! It's Guan Dao! And it's also the "Blue Dragon Glaive Collector's Edition"! The domineering dragon-shaped pattern on the blade is simply an instant play!

What kind of game is this?Have you paid royalties to Guan Erye?!

"Captain?"

The 'recruit egg' is puzzled, theoretically speaking, as soon as the target comes into sight, it should immediately give a long-range strike, and strive to kill it as soon as possible, or at least cripple the enemy, in order to minimize its own losses.

"Long-range strikes are not very effective against targets, they are all good tracks, I want to see whose screen shakes more often than me, I immediately did him. The light of the screen made the captain's face pale, his eye bags were a little heavy, and there were faint bloodshots in his eyes, which looked like he had not been well rested.

A man with too much weight on his shoulders and then without a good rest is inevitably grumpy, and when the man has a gun in hand and kills people without breaking the law, no one can be sure that what he has just said is serious.

"Yibo, don't frighten the newcomers, we were intentional or unintentional this time, and we completed the arrangement last night, and the other party shouldn't be aware. A thin young man sitting on one side said the weapon in the lower right corner of the screen, a sniper rifle - a weapon that was a normal weapon compared to a slasher.

"Little sentry, there is nothing wrong with caution, don't forget the battle situation last night...... That man took our 'Tyrant Squad' unharmed. Ibo said, his eyes didn't leave the screen for a moment, even though he was talking.

"With Plan One, Izzo gets rid of their tires. ”

Ipo gave the order, followed by a few 'clicks' from the headset of a sniper rifle loaded.

The hunt is on!

Ibo's bloodshot eyes showed a beast-like look that would be devoured by a man.

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"Hi everyone, I'm Erin, here's a song for a warrior from the East~"

The fifth woman to sing in the audio today is the fifth woman to sing in the audio when there is an eerie "show" coming from the car's radio radio, which is supposed to be used as a communication and information exchange......

Carlos, who was sitting next to Mo Ye, was fascinated by this, and even followed the female voice on the radio to say a few words, but ......

If he could, Mo Xie really wanted to knock this guy out, this guy's singing level was not an ordinary "good".

"Did something happen last night?" At this time, Mo Ye was very suspicious of what Lin Ming had done with his body last night, and it was still quiet on the radio the day before, although the women in the team were indeed very enthusiastic about themselves, and they had not yet reached the point where they were singing to themselves in the special band of the team.

"Oh, nothing happened. "At this time, there was a Scottish folk song on the radio, and the whole song was vague, only a general tune, but it had been translated by the 'Great God' of the Holy Scriptures...... The lyrics of the whole song are simply unbearable...... (That's right, that's what you understand) This lyric even Carlos, an old fritter, couldn't help but hum along, after all, he is still a straight man.

At this time, he was embarrassed to understand the lyrics, and it happened that Mo Ye, who should not understand the lyrics in his understanding, asked, Carlos hurriedly answered Mo Ye's question and pulled his attention out of the lyrics by the way.

"Are you sure?" Mo Xie looked directly into Carlos' eyes, and he tried to find a lying look in the latter's eyes.

"Of course, you didn't say a word last night, like a stone. ”

Carlos was telling the truth, but he added to himself, "But you and Alice have talked a lot......"

"O mysterious Oriental...... What is your relationship with Alice?" The question was on Carlos's lips, but he couldn't say it, and what bothered him the most was that even he didn't know why he couldn't ask.

After all these years of running around the American continent in order to survive, the first thing he woke up every day was to check the gas tank, and at the end of the day, he checked the food resources, but there was one thing he never told anyone.

He had been keeping an eye on Alice's messages, even in the middle of the night, sneaking in to check the radio records he had picked up from the convoy.

It's just that he looks at the notebook less and less often, from once a day at the beginning to once every few days later, and now ......

He couldn't even remember the last time he looked at the records, maybe a few weeks ago, maybe a few months ago.

"The longer people who struggle to survive, the harder it is for them to remember things when they are awake, and they can only return to those times in their dreams, as if they were on the other side. ”

The song played on the radio was translated by the "Holy Codex", but this sentence of the "Holy Codex" did not know what kind of wind it smoked to make such a fuss.

It's really unclear......

The contemplation in Carlos' eyes fell on Mo Ye's, and Mo Ye could tell at a glance that this man must have hidden something from him.

"Hey, that...... Mo Xie ......?" Carlos's pronunciation was a little wrong, but after the translation, there was no obstacle to understanding, and he was a little hairy in his heart when he was stared at by Mo Ye.

"What?" Mo Xie asked, Lin Ming shutting off his memories of what had happened last night, which made him feel like something was in it.

He had to know what had happened last night, even from the unprofessional description of "layman".

"Can you show me your sword?" Carlos paused, still not asking the question he really wanted to ask, and he sighed and changed the subject.

"Give. Mo Xie handed over the sword on his back, with a rudimentary scabbard.

"Thank you. Carlos let go of the steering wheel, and the road was a long straight for the rest of the road, so it wasn't necessary to keep the wheel on hand at all times.

I have to say that the maintenance of this car is good, at least the steering wheel is good, even five years after the end of the world is opened, it can still be done without the slightest looseness.

Carlos took the sword that Mo Xie had handed him, his hands trembling a little.

"Is this an artifact?" he pursed his lips, wondering if it was his delusion, the sword seemed to have its own temperature and pulse.

"Not really, can you tell me about last night? I woke up this morning and seemed to have forgotten something. "Mo Xie handed out the 'Huolin Sword', which actually has the meaning of 'Xu Zhiyi', hoping to get the news about what Lin Ming did last night after satisfying Carlos's request to "look at the sword".

"Last night, ......" Carlos, who was touching the "artifact", just opened his mouth and spit out a word, Mo Ye's face changed greatly!

He instinctively felt a dangerous aura rapidly rising from the desert between the highways, and it felt like a sharp knife was pointed at his throat.

"Oops!"

At this time, it was already a little too late to detect the danger, and Mo Ye, who had not spread his perception in advance, realized that the three cars in the front of the convoy had been overturned, and the faint sound of gunfire should have been installed with mufflers, which were drowned in the harsh noise caused by the violent friction between the steel rims of the tires and the ground.

"Squeak......!!"

"Oh!shit!" Carlos, who had his hands off the steering wheel, had time to press the brakes in a hurry, but it looked like it was too late......

The tanker truck was crashing into the truck in front of it at a high speed that Carlos didn't want to see.

He cursed loudly, the "artifact" in his hand didn't know when it had been thrown away by him, if it wasn't for Mo Ye's right reception, the 'Huolin Sword' would have been outside the window by now.

The man twisted the steering wheel desperately, trying to make a "sharp tail brake" maneuver with a big guy like a tanker.

"God, help me, let this car roll over in the middle of the road, at least protect the kids in front!"

At this juncture, Carlos's choice is noble, but I am afraid that there is no God in this world, and the God of this world is dead.