In the hall on the first floor of the PMC Federation Building, a group of soldiers wearing "dragon scale armor" body armor are coming and going, constantly busy.

"Are the traps and bombs on it cleared? And over there, continue to keep in touch with the troops in the northwest of the city......" The bald Spaniard kept roaring loudly, and the sound left a long echo in the hall.

Even if the kidnapped staff had been rescued by the "Soviets", the work on his side was still heavy. It is obviously very difficult to maintain the operation of the PMC federation in a city that has long been reduced to a battlefield.

Due to the disappearance of the leader of the PMC Federation, the hostages who had just been rescued above are still in a state of panic and are completely unable to take responsibility. The burden of work in the federation is also all on this old man.

"Hurry up...... Don't grind! The Spaniard picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted: "Immediately order the third echelon to attack ......"

Then, he heard an impatient male voice in the hall: "Why is it so hot, is there no air conditioning here?" ”

"When did you stupid donkeys......

The Spaniard said and turned his head to look in the direction of the voice. And then...... He was about to blurt out the dirty words, but he was forced back:

"Why are you here?" The Spaniard's eyes widened, bloodshot, as he stared at the man who was walking towards him.

The guy's body was tightly wrapped in black fabric, which looked like the traditional attire of women in some regions, and he also wore a black turban around his head, revealing only a pair of dark purple eyes.

His body was very thin, bony or skinny, to be exact. If it weren't for the voice of a man, it might be mistaken for a woman.

Despite the man's strange attire, the other soldiers in the vicinity were still busy with their own business as if they hadn't noticed him. Even the person who passed by the man ignored the strange man who was close at hand.

The Spaniard froze in place, watching the strange man in black cloth come up to him, and with a slightly mocking voice, floated out from under the black mask that covered his face:

"Grosso, I've already informed you, activate that weapon immediately, it's an order from the Special Operations Command."

As he spoke, the man in black pulled out a metal badge from his waist and shook it in front of the Spaniard's eyes, with a pattern similar to a spade painted on it, and a circle of text next to the pattern with the words "Special-Operations-Command" written on it.

The organization, known simply as "SOCOM", dispatched thirty special forces to the Special Operations Command in the city of Kayaland. However, the members of the special forces who were sent to this city did not know that this organization was actually related to the PMC Federation, a consortium of mercenaries in the city.

"Start...... What the? The Spaniard scratched the top of his bare head.

"Don't play dumb, Grosso." The man in black stood next to the Spaniard and spoke a dangerous remark in the Spaniard's ear:

"Grosso, you'd better hurry up, or I'll kill everyone in this building."

"But my soldiers are still in the city......" the Spaniard's voice was unassuming.

He naturally knew that it was basically impossible for him to convince the "plague god" in front of him, but for the sake of the lives of the mercenaries, he still did not give up his efforts.

Unfortunately, the Man in Black didn't bother with his proposal, not even the slightest hint of consideration:

"You're already hours late, I was going to have you activate those weapons at nine o'clock in the morning, Grosso."

"Give me some more time......" the Spaniard's voice grew quieter.

Syllable!

The man in black raised his hand and a shot, and the bullet from the FN57 pistol in his hand pierced the eyebrows of the Spaniards, but the soldiers of the PMC Federation seemed to have no notice of the death of the leader at all, and were still busy with their own work.

"I really don't understand how an indecisive shit like you can lead a group of mercenaries."

The man in black put away his pistol as he spoke, crouched down next to the Spaniard's body lying on the floor, and took out a silver-shelled mobile phone from the Spaniard's pocket.

He pressed his wizened left hand on the screen of his phone, then laughed out loud, threw it on the Spaniard's back, and turned to walk out the hall. Only a gloomy voice remained, echoing through the hall:

"It's time to start...... You challengers......"

……

"Whew...... Whew......"

Woods hunched over and gasped for air, beads of sweat stained red with plasma from the edges of the mask.

Even the elite of the SOG is much weaker at this time after continuous battles and high-intensity "armed off-road". Lin Chi, on the other hand, simply sat on the ground, panting and looking at the broken wall beside him.

He didn't want to recall the tragic image of himself having just escaped from one patrol and being confronted by another patrol at once. In fact, it is a miracle that they can run out alive with only two people......

"Commander...... I recommend going back to the safe house and taking a break. Woods said in a hoarse voice.

"Then we have to walk five kilometers." Lin Chi looked at the map.

At this time, although they had escaped from the pursuit of the mercenaries, they were still vigilantly observing the surroundings. After all, no part of the city's surface is completely safe.

In addition to the Burger King restaurant, which has just been bombed by tanks, the government warehouses occupied by Bloody Blade have reached a three-hour occupation time, and six strategic locations are still being occupied.

After successfully completing the occupation, the Blood Blade, which originally only had three points, also directly reached five points. was on Lin Chi's priority list. In addition to this, two players who are occupying the other six strategic locations have already earned four points.

Since his own means of transportation were destroyed, it is not very realistic to think about making trouble in the past. If you want to win the competition, the next choice is important......

Is it to attack strategic locations nearby, or to continue looking for hostages and make a fortune in silence without anyone interfering?

When Lin Chi was secretly weighing in his heart, there was a sudden buzz in the earphones, and the sudden loud noise shook him and almost jumped up.

"What?" Lin Chi covered his ears with a faint ache and looked at Woods beside him: "Did you hear that?" ”

"What do you mean?" Woods' voice was a little confused, apparently not hearing the noise.

- Is it a "special broadcast" that only players can hear?

Realizing this, Lin Chi shook his head vigorously, and then heard a cold male voice sound:

"Commanders, this is the Special Operations Command, and the operation, codenamed 'Burning Blood', is about to enter its second phase."