The Treasure Hunt Rat leaps from Link's hand.

Although it is only a juvenile stage now, it is a green quality after all, and it is stronger than ordinary mice in adulthood in terms of speed and ability.

The introduction to the Treasure Hunt Mouse is very well written, and Link's dagger is still in his hand, and he doesn't intend to put all his hopes on the pet.

If it is changed to a professional genre routine, it has already been researched and verified by countless players, and a set of effective solutions have been summed up, Link can naturally rest assured and bold.

Link's current golden finger, which has never been obtained by a player before, is a new path for him to explore and move forward. With Link's character of seeking stability, he naturally won't put all his life on it.

The treasure hunt rat made its way along the maze wall, followed by Link.

After a few turns, Link's eyes brightened.

Treasure Hunt Rats do have things!

The little guy didn't take him around the slightest detour, but took the road that could get out of the maze.

Squeak squeak......

The treasure hunt rat walked for a while and suddenly stopped, looked up at Link, and then at the wall.

Link's eyes widened in shock, he actually understood what the treasure hunt rat meant!

Not long after the treasure hunt rat finished speaking, Link heard the sound of military boots.

Link crouched around the corner with a sharp dagger in his hand, he was not tall at all, but now he was even more inconspicuous when he squatted.

Because of the Zerg hive, a psychic connection has been established between Link and the Treasure Hunt Mouse. Even if Link is silent, he can dictate to the Treasure Hunt Rat.

The treasure hunt rat squatted at Link's feet in a similar manner, and his posture and movements were like those of Link who was one size smaller.

Link was frustrated.

At a young age, children love to imitate the movements of adults.

╮(﹀_﹀”)╭

Maybe it's because the treasure hunt mouse has just been born, and the bones have not yet been fully formed, and after a while, the waist is a little pantothenic acid because the spine and muscles are too stressed.

The two small claws of the treasure hunt mouse are pressed on both sides of the waist and abdomen, and the waist begins to move rhythmically one after the other, moving the stiff waist muscles......

Link raised his hands and assured that this was never what he taught.

The sound of rubber-soled boots on the rubble on the ground became clearer, and Link was able to locate the enemy.

Link reached out and patted the treasure hunt rat rubbing the air on his waist.

The treasure hunt rat staggered, rubbed the back of his head with his little paws, and lay down into a fighting state.

"Execute the plan!"

As soon as Link's mind moved, the treasure hunt rat received the command.

The short beard at the corners of the mouth and the strong sense of smell accurately outline the image of the mercenary.

The sound of the mercenary's walking vibrates, and wave after wave is received by the treasure hunt rat, which determines his specific trajectory.

The treasure hunt rat remained motionless, as if it had been frozen into ice after spending the night in the wild.

But in the next second, the treasure hunt rat suddenly stretched out its claws and scratched the wall, picked up the small pebbles on the ground and smashed them against the wall, making all kinds of noises.

The mercenary was holding a pistol, and although he said that he didn't care, he would still be subconsciously careful when crossing the corner of the maze.

Walking the maze is quite irritable, if there is a hook tool on his body, he will directly climb to the wall, where is the use of walking the maze.

At this time, the mercenary heard the noise from the corner not far ahead, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

If you don't run, you still want to ambush in the corner, and the whole super doubles?

Ye smiled.

Since he loves his whole job so much, let's play with him before he dies.

The mercenary even imagined in his mind that after a while he suddenly turned his head and shot him in the head, and the slave's eyes widened with an expression of disbelief, and he didn't understand how he was exposed until he died......

Solve such a wounded waste slave,

A bite of cappuccino is enough time.

The mercenary raised his gun, his footsteps uncovered.

The noise behind the corner wall was fleeting, which made the mercenary even more convinced that the kid was squatting behind the wall.

But whoever escapes, it is impossible to have no sound at all.

The muzzle of the mercenary's gun moved down a few inches, he remembered that the slave was not tall, and this height was just enough to hit the opponent's head when he turned the corner, giving him a surprise.

The Treasure Hunt Rat, sensing the mercenary approaching, began to carry out the order.

Lying on the ground and slightly raising your back, it is like a boost before a sprint.

"Come on!"

As the mercenary lifted one foot and prepared to come over, the treasure hunt rat rushed out of the corner with a swift stride.

The mercenary's attention was focused on the slave hiding around the corner, and suddenly a mouse burst out, causing him to shiver with fright.

Caught with one's pants down!

The Treasure Hunt Rat climbed down his military boots onto the mercenary's camouflage pants and then around the back of his butt.

The mercenary subconsciously turned around and stretched out his hand to slap the mouse off his body, and the hand holding the gun unconsciously raised a few inches.

Now is the time!

Link slammed out of the corner, and at a glance he saw a swarthy pistol.

The sharp knife flashed a cold light and plunged straight under the mercenary's dark green T-shirt, piercing the heart!

[You hit the heart of the enemy!] Deal five times the fatal damage! ]

At the same time, Link sees a large 120 number of critical hits coming out of the mercenary's body.

"Ahh

The mercenary was careless, the middle door was wide open, and he was hit by Link's blow.

By the time the mercenary reacted and wanted to shoot, Link had already drawn his knife cleanly and ducked around the corner.

The mercenary didn't see Link's face the whole time, only the corner of the linen coarse cloth that had been brought up as he turned around and left.

The knife was drawn from his chest, and the punctured heart suddenly leaked outward, and with a thud, the mercenary T-shirt was dyed red, and the blood mist sprayed everywhere.

The mercenaries in the second half of the labyrinth were startled when they heard the screams of their companions, and hurriedly shouted: "Brother, what's wrong with you?" Say a word! ”

The Treasure Hunt Rat appeared lightning on the mercenary's wrist and began to gnaw at his pinch hand.

When the mercenary fell to the ground, he covered his blood-gushing heart with one hand and tried to protect himself with the other. But the treasure hunt rat was holding on to my hand, and let the mercenaries shake it, and I didn't move, and I gnawed with all my heart.

-1！

-2！

-2！

……

Pale blue numbers are constantly popping up from the mercenaries.

Treasure Hunt Rats are fused with metal, their teeth are strengthened, and they gnaw harder than ordinary rats.

It's just that in the blink of an eye, the mercenary's hands are already bloody.

"Man, here I am! Come and help me! ”

The mercenary endured the pain and cried out for help with all his might.

It's just that as soon as the words fell, several fingers had been bitten off, and he could no longer hold the gun.

Crash!

The pistol fell to the ground.

Link's eyes lit up, and he was waiting for this opportunity.

Rushing out of the corner again, the cold light of the sharp dagger in his hand was gone, and the dagger was stained with red blood.

"Don't come here! Stay back! ”

The mercenary panicked and kicked his legs back.

With each movement, a large amount of blood gushes out of the fingers.

With the treasure hunt rat to take care of, Link ignored the mercenary and walked straight over to pick up the pistol on the ground.

[You receive a Glock 17 pistol.] ]

Link glanced at the panel, the magazine was full and not a single shot was fired.

Glock 17, so named because of the pistol's magazine capacity of 17 rounds.

With a gun in one hand and a knife in the other, his right arm was bleeding, Link walked up to the mercenary with a blank face.

In the mercenary's eyes, the slave became the Grim Reaper who harvested his life.

Burst!

Another stab.

Insert it into the throat and end your life.

[You killed a Wasteland Mercenary for 200 XP]

The Treasure Hunt Rats stopped nibbling and jumped back and forth in the mercenary's trouser pocket, reminding Link that there was something of value on him.

As a veteran player with six years of experience, how could Link forget to touch a corpse.

Skillfully moving his hands over his body, Link caught a lot of good things.

[You gain Multi-Purpose Cartridge Strap x1, Magazine x2]

The Treasure Hunt Rat stands on top of the mercenary's corpse, its body standing upright and on guard.

Link tied the freshly pulled cartridge belt close to his waist, and then lowered the linen coat, so that the gun was not visible from the outside.

"I don't have to hide a dagger in my crotch anymore."

The multi-purpose bullet has a special dagger place, and both Link is relieved at the moment.

Two full magazines, plus 17 nine-millimeter rounds inside the Glock pistol, Link now has a total of 51 rounds.

Link glanced at the treasure hunting mouse, but he didn't expect that this little guy had strong search ability and attack ability.

Although only one or two points of blood will be lost in one bite, it can't stand up to the speed!

Just now, when Link dodged and dodged back, the treasure hunt rat clicked and bit at least a dozen drops of blood!

In particular, rats are small and the most difficult.

"There's one left, lead the way!"

I have a gun in my hand, and I don't panic in my heart.

Link holds a pistol and is in the maze of his advantage, and the situation turns from defense to offense.

The treasure hunt rat jumped off the corpse, and the strong blood qi did not interfere with it, running ahead to lead the way for Link.

On the other hand, another mercenary immediately ran through the maze when he heard his teammates screaming.

But after a while, no sound could be heard in the vast labyrinth, and the silence was terrifying!

The mercenary soon realizes that his teammate must have been killed, but the eerie atmosphere of the moment has made him lose the courage to move forward.

Obviously a wounded slave, why would his teammates let out such a terrible wail?

Mysterious and unknown, the most terrifying.

The mercenaries stopped moving forward and turned back.

But the labyrinth is so complicated that there is no way back for the six gods and masters, but instead they fall into a loop.

The mercenary didn't struggle, but simply found a dead end, took out his satellite phone tremblingly, and dialed the Wasteland Gang headquarters.

Backbite...... Backbite...... Backbite......

The mercenary held a Bezos T1 submachine gun, the muzzle of which was pointed at the corner of the wall in front of him.

Every sound from a satellite phone connection feels infinitely long.

"This is the Wasteland Gang headquarters, what is the matter with Camp 52?"

"The camp was destroyed by quicksand, the ruins sank, and the people were all dead!" The mercenary grabbed the last straw and told him everything he knew - and called for help, before the weirdness was even close.

"The camp is destroyed, the ruins are sinking, you speak slowly......" The operator was also shocked by the huge amount of information in just a few words, and hurriedly began to record.

"There's no time for nonsense! My teammates and I pursued the fugitive slaves to an abandoned city north of the ruins in the Mechanicus territory. The slave had been hit by a stray bullet, and we chased us to a labyrinthine place. We were about to surround us, but、But not long after we came in, our teammates screamed and lost contact。 I don't know if it's something else in the maze or what, but I'm sure my teammate is dead! I'll send the location coordinates now, fast! Send someone to save me! ”

Later, the mercenaries no longer knew what they were talking about, intermittently and without logic.

"I received the coordinates. I've sent the coordinate information and your reaction to the situation, I'm now requesting access to the video, you pass it, we need real-time footage from the frontline! ”

Soon there was a request for access to the satellite phone, and the mercenary scrambled to open the camera and carry the satellite phone in his breast pocket, with the same perspective as him.

When Link hears the mercenary's urgent cry for help, he no longer needs a treasure hunt mouse to lead the way.

Listening to the voice, he already knew the exact location of the mercenary.

It's just that Link didn't expect that this mercenary would have a satellite phone on him!

That's really ...... What a surprise!

There are two main functions of a satellite phone.

One is positioning, and the other is calling.

Talking to the Wasteland Gang is of no use to Link, who only has a Level 1 Certificate in Zuan.

But if you want to get back to safety from the ruins of the city, real-time location is essential.

In the boundless Gobi Desert, it is simply too easy to kill a person.

As long as he is not given coordinates and positioning, this person will definitely become a Gobi skeleton in a few days.

Soon Link was around where the mercenary was, just a wall away from him.

The mercenaries had been reporting to the Wasteland Gang headquarters, and since Link was not wearing shoes and was walking very quietly, the mercenaries did not notice that the 'Grim Reaper' was quietly approaching.

"Treasure Hunt Mouse, it's your turn to get out again!"

The treasure hunt rat sensed his master's thoughts and moved his hands and feet slightly by the wall.

Shout!

The Treasure Hunt Rat sped through the opening, followed by a burst of fire from the tongues of fire from miniature submachine guns.

The corners of Link's mouth lifted.

He guessed right, this guy was hiding in a dead corner, the muzzle of the gun was pointed outside, and he reacted subconsciously when there was a wind and grass.

The stress reaction just now knocked out at least a dozen bullets.

The Wasteland Gang has only three weapons for regular mercenaries.

One is the Glock 17 pistol with a magazine capacity of 17;

the second is the Bezos T1 miniature submachine gun with a magazine capacity of 30;

The third is the tactical dagger, which is the one in Link's crotch before.

Both the pistol and the micro charge use 9mm bullets for easy resupply.

Finally, coupled with the BLN50 heavy machine gun on the modified desert jeep, it can basically cope with all conventional battles.

The mercenary's face turned pale, and his facial features were huddled together with indescribable remorse.

One rat wasted a dozen of his bullets.

Because he came out in a hurry, there were no extra supplies on the car, and his micro-charge only had 30 rounds.

Now, there are only a dozen rounds left.

"Don't worry now, the approval from above has come down, our helicopter is already on its way, and it will arrive at the coordinate location in an hour and a half! You must survive. ”

"Okay, I—I'll try my best!"

The mercenary swallowed, and the news of the rescue dispelled a little of fear.

Link, who was hiding behind the wall, frowned slightly.

With that said, he only had an hour and a half left to escape.

Pressed for time!

Quick!

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