"Boy, it's pretty horizontal!" The hideous man didn't pay any attention to the warning of Tianding's memory, and he raised his right foot with great momentum and stepped forward.

Ouyang Zhenchen looked at the NPC, and then at Tianding's memories, his eyes were complicated.

"The NPC is armed with ten people, but there are only two of you, where do you get the courage?" Ouyang Zhenchen speculated in his heart.

The hideous man's right foot quickly fell, but Tianding recalled but did not pull the trigger.

"Boy, shoot, I promise I won't hide." The hideous man saw that there was no change in Tianding's memory, and his expression became even more proud.

However, just as his words fell, the gun rang out, not Tianding Memories, nor Ye Feng, but from all directions in the surrounding area.

Dozens of blue lines of fire roared in, bringing the sound of the wind breaking through the exclusive sniper warhead, and disappeared into the bodies of the ten armed NPCs with a slight tilt.

Looking at the ten armed NPCs who didn't react at all, they fell down one after another, and Ouyang Zhenchen was completely stunned.

Dozens of blue lines of fire stunned him, that was because behind this line of fire, there were dozens of second-order modified weapons, and the decibel of the gunshots was still a heavy sniper rifle, which was a 75 crystalline exchange!

And that's just one of them.

Second, there were snipers hidden around, although there were only ten people who shot them, Ouyang Zhenchen had a faint hunch in his heart that there were definitely more than ten players hidden around.

Third, Ouyang Zhenchen, who came back from his stunned shock, couldn't help but be afraid for a while, remembering that the five of them were still holding guns to Tianding before, but fortunately they didn't pull the trigger, otherwise they would end up, just like the ten armed NPCs, they didn't know how they died.

"OK, the crisis is over, now tell me your story, and the situation in the Eighth War Zone?" Tianding recalled that he was very satisfied with his performance just now, so when he turned around to ask Ouyang Zhenchen, the expression on his face was unreasonably confident.

Ye Feng had been standing aside, looking at Tianding's reminiscence's style of doing things, and sighed in his heart with some amusement: "It's too much." ”

After the scene just now, Ouyang Zhenchen's hanging heart finally let go, and he, who was already exhausted, sat on the ground with his butt and kicked heavily.

"You're from the Ninth War Zone?" Ouyang Zhenchen asked breathlessly.

"Yes, Ninth War Zone." Tianding replied with a recollection.

"What are you doing here?" A tall girl, she asked.

"Find you, and then take you back to the Ninth War Zone, which is our shelter, there are currently more than a thousand people like you and me." Tianding recalled that he thought about it and said.

"There are a thousand of you." A tall girl's eyes lit up, she couldn't remember the eighth war zone, when the number of players exceeded five hundred, when it was, she just remembered, at that time, she was very happy, the players got together, and they could live better in the future.

But it backfired, and as time went on, problems arose with the shelter, first with a food crisis, then with a water crisis, and then, one by one, the players disappeared, and from that day on, they had meat to eat.

"Really!"

Tianding's reminiscence answer interrupted the tall girl's brief thoughts.

"How many of you are left, can you save all our companions?" The tall girl asked eagerly, thinking of the nightmarish captive shelter that sent chills down her spine and shivers down her spine.

"First of all, tell me how armed is the shelter you escaped from?"

"There are about 700 NPCs, 400 armed NPCs, a tank, dozens of motorcycles, RPGs, jungle mountain artillery, and field artillery." Ouyang Zhenchen thought as he spoke.

"There are motorcycles, so why is it useless when they chase you?" Tianding recalled.

"The motorcycle went out, and the deputy lord of the shelter took a group of NPCs to the first war zone, saying that he was going to support."

Tianding recalled the point of this sentence and asked, "When will they come back?" ”

"I don't know." Ouyang Zhenchen shook his head.

"In that case, it's an opportunity." Tianding recalled touching his chin with his right hand, posing with a deep posture, and said, "Oh, by the way, I forgot to introduce, this is my boss, Blood Mist, you should have heard of it!" ”

"The first blood mist to open the hidden profession of the Global Apostle?" When Ouyang Zhenchen spoke before, his eyes also swept over Ye Feng a few times, at first glance, he felt that Ye Feng should not be a player, at the second glance, he felt that Ye Feng was a player, and at the third glance, he only felt that Ye Feng was extraordinary, and there was a feeling that he couldn't tell or understand.

Deep, well, it's deep, the kind of depth like the sea.

"Let's rest first, we'll be on our way later." Ye Feng handed over a few bottles of mineral water and said.

"Thank you." The two girls thanked in unison, looking at Ye Feng's eyes, there seemed to be a little restlessness in the calm.

Ouyang Zhenchen drank most of the bottle of mineral water in one go, then took out a half-wrinkled cigarette from his pocket, took out one of them, handed it to Ye Feng, and said, "Thank you." ”

"Didn't smoke." Ye Feng didn't have the habit of smoking, so he waved his hand and refused-

An hour later, on the way to the Eighth War Zone Shelter, Ouyang Zhenchen had been looking around, he wanted to find those players hiding in the shadows.

"Blood mist, how many people are around?" Ouyang Zhenchen couldn't help but ask.

Ye Feng: "A lot of people. ”

"A lot of people, a lot?" Ouyang Zhenchen wanted an answer, and this trip to the shelter to rescue the players who were about to become food from it, there were fewer people, but no.

"60 people." Ye Feng saw the uneasiness in Ouyang Zhenchen's heart, so he had to say truthfully.

"60 people, you said there were 60 people around us, but why didn't I find any of them." Ouyang Zhenchen really didn't think that there were still sixty hidden players in this seemingly calm surrounding area.

How did they do it quietly, and how did they manage to be centered on the blood mist and not fall behind along the way?

Ouyang Zhenchen was full of curiosity about this team in his heart, he looked at the blood mist, and boldly said the thoughts that suddenly rose in his mind a second ago: "Blood mist, if we return to the ninth war zone alive, can I join the hidden player team?" ”

Ye Feng: "What is your combat power?" ”

Ouyang Zhenchen said with a little embarrassment: "43 points." ”

"That's not enough, to enter the dark outpost, the minimum standard for combat effectiveness is 70 points, and everyone must master a melee field skill, a firearm field skill."

"Ah~!" Ouyang Zhenchen was obviously surprised by Ye Feng's request. Soon, though, his heart felt a shock.

Combat power is 70, mastering two domain skills, if what the blood mist says is the truth, then the sixty players around are all such existences.

This kind of lineup is too strong!

Naturally, Ouyang Zhenchen was full of confidence in the next rescue operation-

Eighth Theater of Operations, Central Shelter, Main Building.

An outer guard sentry hurried up to the steward and informed him that the ten men had not returned to the shelter.

The steward, who was lying in the arms of the beauty, couldn't help but be a little angry when his good deeds were interrupted.

"A group of waste, catch five players who escaped, why is it so hard to send someone to find it?"

The outer guard sentry said, "I have looked for it, but I haven't found anyone." ”

The steward frowned and asked, "Where have you been looking, have you been to that county?" ”

"Nope." The outer guard sentry replied.

"That's right, they might be on their way back now, don't be frizzy all day." The steward looked unimpressed, and then said, "By the way, you go to the 'food' to find out if there are any women who look better." ”

The outer guard sentry nodded and retreated.