"Woo---woo-!!"

Rapid sirens echoed over the Gathering Place, and chaos filled the air, with gunshots, screams, and roars blending together, and the calm atmosphere of the Gathering Place was completely gone, replaced by death and blood. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Whew!!"

The scalpel in Faeron's hand took a faint trail in the darkness, slicing through everything that stood in his way like the scythe of death. His figure appeared and disappeared in the dense fog like a ghost, and each time he appeared, he would quietly take a life. The soldiers couldn't understand the situation, screaming and yelling almost madly, and then instinctively pouring ammunition in all directions, trying to catch the devil who had invaded the gathering place. But in the end, the only thing left of them was their shattered corpses.

"Hoo ........."

Hiding in the fog again, Faeron let out a soft breath, he could hear the chaotic footsteps around him, and Feren could even judge the number of people and even the age and gender of the other party from the footsteps and the information feedback brought back to him by the fog. It can be seen that this gathering place is different from the ninth district, and the degree of militarization is very high, at least so far, all Faeron has sensed is soldiers, soldiers......... Or soldiers. Although it is said that in the wasteland, the people who can survive are all battle-hardened warriors, but in terms of organization and discipline, these enemies in front of him are indeed the closest to the existence of the regular army that Faren has ever encountered.

"What the hell is going on?"

The captain of the garrison who had arrived in a hurry looked at the gate in front of him with a grim face -- this had become a field of death, and under the faint mist, he could see blood splattering everywhere and mutilated corpse fragments. What the hell did those damn sentinels get rid of?

"Disperse the vigilance immediately, and report any abnormal movement immediately! Block the perimeter, inform the rear, we have been attacked, the situation is unknown! ”

Although his mind was in turmoil, the loyal captain of the garrison immediately gave the order. Hearing his order, the heavily armed soldiers who had been gathered around him immediately dispersed to carry out their mission. No one noticed that a black figure was slowly emerging in the drifting mist.

“……………”

Faeron slowed down and slowly walked towards the captain of the guard in the middle under the cover of the fog. His steps are light, but his movements are casual. Without the protection of this layer of mist, then Faeron's movements would only be no different from most ordinary people. But in fact, if you look closely, you will find that at this moment Pheren's eyes are observing the situation around him -- every step he takes is done from the angle that others are most likely to ignore, and with the most unknown movements. It's like a passerby in a crowd, you only see a person walking by, but when you try to remember carefully, you find that you can't remember what that person looks like anyway. And this is the case with Faren now, he has completely merged with the mist, so that even if others look at him inadvertently, they will only think that they have seen a mist.

"Smack!"

A heavily armed soldier with a rifle in his grip almost brushed aside with Pheron, his head turned to the other side, looking warily at the building looming in the fog in front of him. Unaware of the fact that Feren was passing quietly behind him. On the other side, the other soldier frowned nervously and glanced to the side -- just staggering the course of Faeron's action.

That's interesting.........

Holding the scalpel in his hand, a smile of excitement appeared on Faeron's face. Although he said that he wanted to help, he was only helping, and what Faren was doing right now was to use this place as a bait to kill as many stupid enemies as possible. As for how Tyke was going to get his men out, it was his own business, and he didn't need to worry about it.

And the only thing Faeron has to do now is to enjoy the joy of killing and taking his life.

Sure enough, good people have good rewards.........

Thinking of this, Feron nodded in satisfaction, and he stretched out his left hand to lower the brim of his hat while taking another step forward.

The fog lifted, and the shocked face of the captain of the guard appeared in front of Fei Lun like this, looking at his appearance, it seemed that he had not reacted at all, why such a person suddenly appeared in front of him. But before the captain of the garrison could make any further moves, at this moment, Faren had already raised his right hand.

The sharp blade pierced through the captain's gaping mouth, and then sliced his neck downward as if it were a duck's neck, and the tongue and vocal cords were split in two, and then Faeron saw his fingers flick, and under his movements, the silver-white scalpel quickly swung along his cervical spine like a cake, and then retracted.

And when Faeron's figure disappeared into the mist again, the head of the hapless guard captain fell from his neck with a "click", and blood flew out, like a fountain in a beautiful arc in the air, and then fell to the ground. But this scene did not attract the attention of the guards in charge of the guard around him, because just now he had followed his commander to report to that world.

And at this moment, in the command center of the gathering place, there is also chaos.

"The garrison has lost contact!!"

"Third Squad!! Squad 3!! Please answer when you hear it!! Damn, did anyone hear that? Who else? Who else is out there!! ”

"Order everyone to return to the guard at once and raise the alert level to the highest !!"

Everyone in the command center was yelling at the moment, and they looked almost like the shareholders in the stock trading center who saw the green line all the way down. Nearly half an hour had passed since the gate had been breached, and at first, they thought they might have been attacked by a mutant or some force. But now, as the information came back with fewer and fewer messages, they became more and more uneasy -- there were no gunshots, and no one reported what monsters they had seen. Those who were sent out disappeared silently, never to respond.

Not only that, although they had explicitly asked everyone to be vigilant, they were shocked by the news that the sentinels had lost contact one by one. This was beyond the comprehension of all their poor brains, and even elevated to an unimaginable degree.

What are they facing?