"Arrogant, too arrogant!"

Jack heard the busy beep on his phone, and his face was hideous.

The mobile phone held in the palm of the hand was directly pinched and exploded because it was too strong.

Jack slowly let go of his hand, and a cloud of metal scrap metal rolled off his palm, but his palm was not damaged in the slightest.

Straightening Erlang's legs, he leaned back on the tiger skin seat, and his anger gradually calmed down.

"Since ten men are not enough, then send thirty over, I don't believe that he has three heads and six arms! In addition, if any of you can kill him, I will reward 30,000 alone! ”

Jack is also out of his mind, and now the loss caused by this fat man to the Jack gang has exceeded 30,000, and this time he must be killed to recover the loss!

As for the other end of the phone saying that they would meet soon, Jack also thought that the other party was saying cruel things.

Not to mention that he is a newcomer to Shadu, but many Shadu locals don't know where the Jack Gang's lair is.

"I'll lead the team this time and see what this guy is doing."

"Okay, you lead the team, I'm relieved!"

The burly man nodded, then ordered thirty people, led the team out of the headquarters, and rushed to the small hotel where the ten people had found the car before.

……

The Ghost Fire V8 is speeding all the way.

At 11 o'clock at night in the slums, the main road has begun to thin out of cars.

The sound of engines slammed through the streets, and Link became the person he hated the most—the noisemaker who roared through the streets in a sports car.

The old nest of the Jack Gang, near the pier at the intersection of the Shadu River.

The river of Shadu is divided into two parts, the larger one leading directly to the upper city, which is the gathering place of the wealthy.

A small slum that flows through the slums, where factory sewage and sewage discharge, turn into a stinking and annoying sewage river.

And the location of the Jack gang happens to be near the fork in the river that divides.

Of course, a small Jack gang will definitely not be able to take this kind of key position.

It's just a small fish that drinks soup behind the big gang.

Link Ghost Fire V8 roared all the way, and the further north it went, the more beautified and prosperous the style of the slum became, and even some high-rise buildings appeared.

Even if it is called a slum, the level of affluence is gradually increased according to the ladder.

Link parked the Ghost Fire V8 on the side of the road with a nice tail flick, but since he hadn't unlocked the [Beginner Pilot] yet, the beautiful drift ended with the whole car crashing into the curb of the road.

"Sure enough, you still have to respect the skill ......"

Then he said to Ah Fu beside him: "You are waiting for me in the car." Look in the rearview mirror and rearview mirror, and if you find something wrong, go into the alley to find me. ”

Link added, "Be smart!" ”

Ah Fu nodded again and again, remembered the boss's words, stared at the exterior mirror, pressed his hand on the car door, and once he found that there was an abnormality, he opened the car door and rushed to the roadside alley as soon as possible.

Link pinched the sand sculpture's neck and lifted it out of the car.

"Hey, wake up, it's time to work."

The sand sculpture woke up in a daze, fluttering its wings and flying.

Maybe it's because I'm not fully awake yet.,When flying, I hit my head on the wall of the building next to me.,Looks quite embarrassed.。

Link glanced around the street and saw that no one had seen such a humiliating scene.

The treasure hunting mouse covered his face, clearly not recognizing the movements of the sand sculpture.

The sand sculpture stood on the edge of the tall building, slowed down for a while before regaining consciousness, and flew into the night sky to start scouting.

The Jacks' lair is not underground, but a flat floor connected to a residential building.

The flat floor is more than 300 square meters, and one end leans against the river bank, and you can enjoy the beautiful night view of Shangcheng City across the river at night.

Uptown's skyscrapers and neon lights are like an addictive poison that constantly stimulates people's desires.

Two minutes later, the sand sculpture reappeared from the night sky and glided down on Link's forearm, reporting on the level by the way.

Link knew that the sand sculpture didn't have a good memory, so he only let it scout the doorway.

The most difficult place for the Jack Gang to enter is the doorway, if there are a large number of thugs gathered at the door, then he will have to come from the next building to have a 'god soldier'.

However, according to the report of the sand sculpture, only two guards were seen at the door, so it couldn't be easier.

Ah Fu sat in the car, his whole body tense, his eyes moving back and forth between the inner and outer rearview mirrors, always ready to escape.

Soon he saw the boss walk into the alley, and the whole person was engulfed in a dark shadow.

The sand sculpture flew to the roof of the building and closed its eyes, waiting for orders.

Into the darkness, it's time for the Treasure Hunt Mouse show.

Squeak squeak.

The closer you get to the Jacks, the clearer the information the Treasure Hunt Rats will find.

This time, the sand sculpture was not done, there were indeed only two people at the door, and even the thugs in the hall were sparse.

Link was slightly puzzled.

It stands to reason that Jack has more than a hundred people in the gang, and even if he kills a dozen of them, the number in the lair is not right now, right......

But if the data is provided by the treasure mouse, there can be no mistake.

Now there are less than thirty people in the lair, and the defense is loose and weak, it seems that there is no expectation that someone will really play the field alone.

Link didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

Crying is that this group of people really take their words as a deaf ear, 'we will meet soon' This is not a cruel word, it will really come!

Laughing is that the defense is so loose, Link feels like he can sneak inside without knowing it.

Squatting in the corner, only a dozen meters away from the main entrance of the Jack Gang.

"Alright, it's up to you to perform."

Link touched the head of the treasure mouse.

At this time, it is necessary for the 'actor' to come out and attract attention.

"Offensively, it's up to you!"

Link had no reservations this time, and all three thousand silver marching ants had been brought with him.

The treasure hunt rat rubbed his face helplessly, he could have relied on his strength to eat, why did he always ask him to sell his hue?

Link reached out and flicked the waist of the treasure hunt rat and pushed it straight out of the corner.

Reluctantly, the Treasure Hunt Rat lies down and moves towards the main entrance of the Jack Gang.

The rest of the process couldn't have been easier, with the Treasure Hunt Rat squeaking to report back to Link and attract the attention of the guards at the door.

The spiritual treasure hunting rat instantly attracted the attention of the two, and they didn't notice that they were crawling behind him at some point for some time.

The flying ant rushed into the guard's mouth with unerring accuracy, gnawing on the vocal cords for the first time.

Link emerged from the corner, and while the two were rolling on the ground and clutching his throat with his hands, he wrapped the head of the silencer gun in a linen coat and ended their lives with two shots.

The sound of the infiltration was kept to a minimum by Link.

The two of them couldn't make any sound except for the choking in their throats.

This was the first time Link had taken out all the silver marching ants.

Three thousand marching ants cooperate with each other, and the effect is against the sky.

The marching ants retreated from the two like a tidal wave, and then gathered next to them to line up in a formation, three wings of worker ants, soldier ants, and flying ants, all square looks like a large CPU, and each ant is the pin on the CPU.

Link crouched down, collected the two pistols, and stuffed them into the belt.

The guns of these gangs are also varied, in addition to modern self-loading pistols, there are even revolvers!

Link is not a picky eater, and he will face a vicious battle later, and the time to change ammunition can be saved.

"Now, all marching ants obey orders! I order you to destroy the Jack Gang's electrical system, whether it's wires or light bulbs, and I'll see all the lights in the hall go out in a minute! ”

Link gave the order, and the silver marching ants quickly sprang into action.

A flying ant carrying a soldier ant and a worker ant, a group of three ants, formed a silver curtain in the air, quickly approaching the Jack Gang's large level.

Soon the Jack Gang of worker and soldier ants appeared.

The remaining thugs in the hall are playing cards with cigarettes in their mouths, drinking, watching TV, and playing with mobile phones......

Midnight is a time for them to rest and revelry.

After finishing the day's work, collecting the rent, I returned to the base camp to eat and drink.

Although there is still a lot of chaos in the slums every day, the basic situation has been set, and each gang has its own territory and industry, and after countless fierce battles, a balance has been reached.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Link crouched in the doorway, and with the sound of a power outage, the lights of the entire hall went out and fell into pitch black.

The marching ants silently bit off all the lighting wires, and all sorts of fierce scolding came from inside.

"Damn, why is there a power outage in the middle of the night?"

"Don't move the cards, whoever takes advantage of the black to get out of the old man, Lao Tzu chops his dog paws!"

"I guess it's the aging circuit again, it's an old problem, don't panic I'll pick up the generator."

Now the only light source in the entire hall is the light of everyone's mobile phone screens.

Especially the group that plays cards, the mobile phone has the most light.

Many people even got up and jokingly encouraged the people at the table to steal the cards quickly, otherwise they would have no chance when the generator started.

Little did they know that danger was looming.

"Silver marching ant, attack!"

Marching ants gathered from all over the place, falling from the rooftops to the thugs like fallen leaves.

"Hey, what fell?"

Many thugs felt something fall on their heads and bodies, and one of them took the light from the screen of his mobile phone to shine on it, only to see marching ants covered in metallic luster.

"What the hell!?"

"Why do we have marching ants in our house?"

Before everyone could react, Link rushed into the Jack Gang's lair like a ghost.

With one hand slightly charged and the other Glock 17, the bullets poured out were like a requiem played by the Grim Reaper.

For those with mobile phones, Link aimed at the muzzle of the gun to kill as soon as possible, leaving those who were hidden in the darkness more clearly.

There is the treasure hunt rat in command, and the marching ants on these people outline the figures.

Although his eyes couldn't see clearly, Link knew exactly where these people were.

There was a burst of strafing, and the miniature submachine gun magazine was directly jammed and empty.

In Link's eyes, a series of pale blue damage numbers appeared in the hall, and the screen was swiped by the message prompt.

[You hit a rogue with the Bezos T1 SMG, dealing 28 damage]

[You hit a Rogue Vital with the Bezos T1 SMG, dealing 47 critical damage with Bleed]

[You hit the Rogue in the lower leg with the Bezos T1 SMG, dealing 24 damage with Slowdown]

[You use a Glock 17 pistol to hit a rogue in the head, dealing 115 critical damage]

……

Link rolled behind cover to reload, and the thugs in the hall panicked, not understanding what was going on, and sought cover to dodge.

"What the hell is going on with my CTM?"

"Is it another gang calling?"

"I got hit in the ass!"

……

There was chaos in the hall.

Link finished reloading in an instant, and his figure wandered down the hall.

At the same time, the marching ants also attacked, and the thugs behind the bunkers let out heart-rending screams, and even stood up to slap the insects and ants on their bodies despite the danger of being hit by bullets.

There are also those who scream and roll on the ground.

These gangsters, who usually fish and flesh the common people and oppress the citizens, have all become lambs to the slaughter at this moment.

Link came out of cover, the muzzle of the gun flashing out, reflecting a slightly immature but cold face.