While gaining the long-band scanning skill, six blue dots of light appeared in the trio's minimap at the same time, marking the location of nearby vehicles that could still be used.

Lin Chi soon realized that the radar station in the game was still much more convenient than in the real world, as long as one person was left to maintain control of this radar station, no matter where they were on the island, they could maintain detection of the vicinity.

It has to be said that the performance of Soviet-made equipment is very terrifying, and even under the signal interference of the US military, it can still maintain a small area of detection. In the event of signal jamming, the radar will certainly be able to cover the entire island.

The crowd didn't discuss it for long, and decided to leave the Blood Blade, which was only one arm, and the T800 Terminator under the coach, to take care of the radar. After all, Crazy Ivan, which is on its own "home turf", is more reliable than the mass-produced T800, a panacea.

Then, Lin Chi, the coach, and Crazy Ivan left the radar station building, followed the instructions of the map, and found a hidden cave behind the mountain that was blocked by a camouflage net.

Six snowmobiles, quietly parked in a cave, with keys hanging from a shelf next to them. It seems that it should be the equipment used by the radar station staff for emergency evacuation, but unfortunately those unlucky guys were killed before they could use these motorcycles.

Two players and an NPC, each took a key and rode on a heavy snowmobile, before starting the engine, Lin Chi turned back and asked Crazy Ivan: "Do you know how to drive?" ”

"Of course." A proud smile appeared on the bald man's face: "I've piloted the Arsenal's ultimate weapon, the Apocalypse Tank!" ”

"OK, let's go out and find out if there are any helicopters." Lin Chi nodded.

With the help of scanning skills, the search for a helicopter will undoubtedly go much smoother. Moreover, if the signal jammer installed by the Americans can be found and destroyed, the range that this radar can scan will be expanded again.

Three snowmobiles leap down the hill slope, blowing through the snow and sending out a comet-like "exhaust" and rushing towards the mountains to the east.

Seeing the three of them leave, the bloody blade standing in front of the window on the second floor sighed long, pulled out the cavalry saber with one hand and nailed it to the coffee table, and sat on the wooden chair, looking up and staring at the ceiling boredly.

As much as she wanted to go out and kill together, she couldn't even drive a snowmobile alone with only one hand, and she didn't plan to hitchhike with someone else, so she had to stay at the radar station.

"It's boring......"

Looking at his scarred left hand, Bloody Blade couldn't help but curse. If it weren't for the fact that I was too careless before, and an arm was removed by the horror robot, things wouldn't have turned out like this.

Just as she was about to sleep, a few lines of kill prompts suddenly flashed in her sight:

The player "Big Brother" was killed by the player "Blood Blade"!

Player "Corlet" is killed by player "Bloody Blade"!

The player "Ranger Lord" was killed by the player "Blood Blade"!

The squad "Battlefield Walk" has been annihilated.

"Huh?"

Seeing these lines of kill prompts, Blood Blade suddenly came to his senses, and raised his eyebrows in surprise: "What's going on?" ”

She didn't remember setting up traps for hunting, or planting mines or anything like that. It is clear that these three enemies did not die at their own hands, so to speak......

"Damn, is it my entourage?"

Thinking of this, Bloody Blade almost jumped up from his chair, pulled out the saber nailed to the wooden coffee table, and turned around and left without saying a word.

- Before, in the forest, her retinue did not appear, and at that time, Bloodblade thought that the retinue was dead. But now it seems that the guy is not only not dead, but continues to kill!

Players killed by their followers will also be counted in the master's kill count, and their followers are obviously still active now, otherwise this situation would not have occurred.

With his long black hair swaying behind him, the one-armed killer walked briskly down the stairs and said to T800, who was still on the first floor, "You continue to guard." Then he rushed down the hillside, to the cave where the snowmobiles were hidden.

Wherever that bastard is, it's time for him to get him back under his command!

……

In the small U.S. military barracks on the south side of the island, near the beach, fear and despair permeate the air.

The American soldiers who had experienced a major war on the island thought that they had looked down on life and death, but when faced with the real "demon", they still showed cowardice again and turned into weak lambs.

At this time, five corpses covered with bullet holes were poured inside the barracks, and the dark red liquid that flowed out of the barracks stained the dirty ground red, and the only four survivors of the American squad were tied up with steel wires and hung on the iron shelves in the kitchen.

The four soldiers' eyes widened like light bulbs, blood spreading next to their pupils, staring in horror at the man walking in front of them.

The man had a thin face, was between thirty and forty years old, wore a Russian snow camouflage uniform, and wore a comical-looking brown velvet hat. Although he was dressed very old-fashioned, he was different from ordinary Soviet soldiers, revealing a little "handsome and chic" temperament.

"I only need one intelligence ......," the man said impatiently in English. His accent is very standard, not at all Russian.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out, and the American soldier on the left had a large hole in his thigh by the bullet, and the severe pain made him scream loudly while shaking his body, and a trace of black smoke came out of his bloody right leg.

"Where is the commander-in-chief of the US forces in this theater of operations?" The man said impatiently, and patted the American soldier's face with the body of the Beretta 92F pistol, the standard equipment of the U.S. military in his hand.

"We don't know!" An American soldier next to him whispered for mercy: "I really don't know!" We are just cannon fodder sent to the death! Please......"

Before he could finish his sentence, the barrel of the gun that had been pushed into his mouth was severed, and the man smiled and pulled the trigger, and the blood and the brain and mixture splashed on the faces of the other three stunned soldiers next to him.

"Answer my question."

The man still had a kind smile on his face as he spoke, but to the three American soldiers, he looked like a demon from hell.

"Don't ......," the soldiers wailed.

Seeing that the rest of the captives were about to collapse, the man simply raised his hand and shot three shots, smashed the heads of the three soldiers, put away the Beretta 92F pistol and turned to leave.

- He's been killing so much lately that he's almost forgotten how to torture his enemies. In terms of torture, his murderous hostess is much more skilled.

However, after arriving at the battlefield this time, this murderous warrior also left his master for the first time and began to act alone.

"No matter what it takes...... I just want to get Russia back to the top. ”

The thin-faced man walked away quickly, and the tall and lanky figure disappeared into the snow.