From the teaser email, it is roughly known that this is the initial mission that will split the players into two factions: from midnight onwards, all players will have to choose between the "Town Guard" and the "Black Sheep Infiltration Team". Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The goal of the info town garrison is to ensure that your map is not captured by the opponent, the main city is a small town, and the sphere of influence includes mining areas and railway stations and railways; The goal of the Black Sheep infiltration group is to completely capture the entire town and mining area, "killing" the mayor and other special robot NPCs, and the main city and sphere of influence are the surrounding areas of the original wandering circus. Facilities such as supply points and repair points that are not in your own sphere of influence will not be able to provide support services, and the rest of the dungeon sites such as poplar forests and arms trading grounds will be counted as public maps and can be used by both sides.

However, once a player chooses a faction, all players from the other faction are automatically grouped into the hostile faction. Players from different factions are not allowed to team up with each other, and players from killing the opposing faction can earn a lot of bonuses and experience income - in fact, the key to completing the main quest of "Parting Ways" is to kill at least one player or NPC from a different faction during the squad operation, and players who fail to complete this goal before level 45 will be automatically eliminated and disqualified from the closed beta.

Because of the sandstorm invasion and the atmosphere-driven relationship, the necessities of life at various supply points in the main city have become extremely sought-after, even if there are tactical motorcycles as a means of transportation, Xia Yan and Zhu Yaoming have also run several supply points, so that all kinds of daily equipment that may be needed in the next few days have been purchased. In addition to the necessities, Xia Yan also changed herself into a night vision helmet, a single-handed MP7 submachine gun, a Glock17 pistol and a large number of ammo accessories, and naturally changed from a racer to a faster guerrilla class with more obvious mobility advantages outside the supply station. After weighing a series of advantages and disadvantages of survival and attack, Zhu Yaoming finally chose to change his job to become an "angel in red", and after obtaining a set of specially recognizable pink combat suits and a series of defensive weapons in the supply point, he sat on the back seat of Xia Yan's motorcycle with a full load of weapons and supplies.

“…… Is this really going to make us start killing each other? Sitting in the back seat of the tactical motorcycle, Zhu Yaoming muttered heartily.

"For people who have already committed borderline crimes, it's only a matter of time before they escalate." During the drive, Xia Yan consciously avoided the players passing by on the street and the crowd of people wandering in groups near the supply point, and replied to herself, "This is also the reason why Lu Pingchuan tried desperately to stop you that day - although he didn't understand the organizer's purpose for doing this, he could have a premonition of what kind of consequences would be incurred by doing so." ”

With the help of tactical motorcycles and the last of the main city's defenses, the two finally made it back to the team's current temporary base: the town's police station. Because of Lu Pingchuan's position, the sheriff's office, the conference room, and the prison on the ground floor have all given them great conveniences - at a time when the hotel is no longer safe, it is already a blessing in misfortune to have such a secret place to settle freely.

After stacking the equipment in the conference room on the second floor, Xia Yan parked the motorcycle in the ground floor hall and locked the door of the police station with her backhand. Zhu Yaoming took the dry food and knocked on the door of the sheriff's office, but after knocking on the code for a long time according to the previous promise, the heavy security door showed no sign of opening at all. Zhu Yaoming reluctantly retreated downstairs and asked Xia Yan for help: "He still doesn't open the door, what should I do?" ”

"You go and pack your gear first, and let me go." Xia Yan put down the MP7 she was debugging in her hand, walked down the stairs to the door of the sheriff's office, stood outside the door and sent a message to Lu Pingchuan through the system dial: "Indiscriminate killing is about to start outside, if you don't open the door again, I will take Zhu Yaoming to drive the car into the crowd." ”

At this time, Lu Pingchuan was still curled up in the sheriff's office holding his knees in a daze - he hadn't eaten or closed his eyes for nearly 18 hours and had not rested, as soon as he closed his eyes, the face of the tortured person who had no nose and ears would appear in his mind, as well as Jiang Lan's understatement agreement:

"If you can survive this closed beta, then the next time we meet, I will seriously treat you as an opponent."

The desert daytime temperature is well known, and even if the sheriff's office has a good ventilation system, it can't change the duffling heat of the room. However, at this moment, Lu Pingchuan felt a bone-chilling chill around him, and he could only wrap himself tighter in his coat to resist this cold chill that emerged from the bone marrow.

Just a dozen hours ago, he watched those ordinary people who had been together day and night for more than two months turn into orderly executioners one after another. Among them are Zode, Situ Nan, Zhu Yaoming, and even himself...... Under the chill of Sen Ran, Lu Pingchuan felt that in the depths of his soul, there was a voice gradually sprouting. He didn't know what it was, but he was keenly instinctively terrified of it...... There was still a disgusting sticky touch between his fingers - as the last executioner, when he held the scalpel, the layers of dripping blood and human fat had already coagulated. The tacky, slippery touch stuck to the depths of his memory, a constant reminder of his role in that bloody dawn.

He buried his head in his coat and closed his eyes tightly in a desert corner cut off from light and sound—the long fatigue and mental stress made him seem to hallucinate: he saw himself standing on a crumbling stone bridge, on one side of which stood his parents, Hu Beibei, the landlady, and the life he was accustomed to, and on the other side stood Xia Yan, Zhu Yaoming, Situ Nan, Jiang Lan, and the unknown battlefield world...... Both ends of the bridge are collapsing rapidly, and he is about to have no place to stand, but he can't take a step, he doesn't know which direction to take, he will fall into the abyss of no return, and he doesn't know which direction to run wildly, he can find a glimmer of life and his own position.

There was a knock at the door, but he just trapped himself in the dark hallucination, and did not answer. Just when the "bridge" in his mind was about to completely collapse and take him into the darkness, the system dial on his wrist made a "beep" sound and sent a contact message:

"Indiscriminate killings are about to start outside, if you don't open the door again, I will take Zhu Yaoming to drive the car into the crowd. (To be continued.) )