All the inhabitants of the gathering place, except for those who died at the exit, had already been driven to the large Colosseum. Old Pat wasn't worried that the wilderness mob wouldn't find it, their noses rivaled those of the mutant wolves.

As mobs poured into the Colosseum, the Colosseum, which had brought excitement and screams to countless people, had turned into hell in the blink of an eye.

Desperate screams, screams of pain, accompanied by the sound of "creaking" bones being chewed, echoed in the Colosseum for a long time.

"Eat! It's good to get on the road when you're full, you lowly things! ”

Old Pat pulled out a worn-out vintage pocket watch from his bosom.

The quality of things from the old days is still commendable. The pocket watch still "ticks" tenaciously, and the sound of the mechanical movement is crisp and rhythmic. The watch was a birthday present from old Patter's father, who could not remember his appearance, on his sixth birthday.

It's almost time.

Old Pat took the shotgun and struggled to squeeze through the not spacious door of the box.

"Hey! Man, try this! ”

Old Pat, whistling merrily, greeted a mob not far away who was gnawing on top of a corpse, like the amiable old owner of a fast-food restaurant in the old days.

The mob was looking up at the sound of the feast, and was greeted by a shot that smashed his entire head to pieces.

"It's a nice day, it would be perfect if you could see the sun!"

Old Pat spoke leisurely as he opened fire on the mob that had gathered at the sound of gunshots.

As the mob gathered, Old Pat knew he could shoot one last shot, but he didn't intend to give this last supper to the disgusting mob around him, he wanted to keep it for himself.

Before the mob completely overwhelmed Old Pat, Lowe, draped in a blanket, appeared behind Old Pat, taking the old man who didn't have time to taste the special dinner.

The sluggish mob couldn't catch up with the fleeting figure, and as Lo rushed out of the Colosseum with the fat old Pat, a series of violent explosions that could be clearly heard dozens of miles away suddenly sounded in the Colosseum.

The Colosseum collapsed, burying the entire inhabitants of H913, including all the mob, deep underground.

Sitting on top of the high ruins of the Colosseum, Old Pat calmly looked at the thin figure standing opposite.

"Hey! Damn little cockroaches, we're meeting again! Old Pat doesn't have any delicious bread for you today, but you never seem to be short of food, and all you need is pure water! You've reminded old Pat of your grandson again! ”

Old Pat was not surprised that this small body could lift itself with ease, and run faster than the abominable mutant wolf.

"Take it, this is what I found in Angus's safe, it's probably where the drinking water of the entire gathering is buried, and old Pat doesn't need it anymore!"

Old Pat took out a crumpled piece of old scrap newspaper from his bosom and handed it to the boy who was silent.

Lowe took it and glanced at it, then waved the note into the ruins at his feet, and turned and walked out into the wilderness. With the dull sound of shotgun behind him, his figure quickly melted into the darkness of the wilderness again.

He'd been away from her for too long, long enough for something to worry him.

Lowe had no intention of taking old Pat into the wilderness. He was brought out only to inquire about where H913's drinking water was buried. If he had to find another reason, he vaguely felt that old Pat's death in such a way was better than burying himself in the mouth of the mob.

Everyone should have the dignity to choose their own way of death, which may be another reverence for life.

Dignity is perhaps the hardest thing to possess in this cruel wilderness, at least that's what Filip thinks now.

The Rotten Wolf Mercenary Squad is another squad active in the H913 area, and the Rotten Wolf Mercenary, as its name suggests, has always followed the wilderness mob and looted while the mob was fighting with the gathering place.

Rotting wolves, swarms of cunning, insidious, bloodthirsty scavenging mutant creatures that appear above the wilderness.

It's not so much a wild mutant wolf as it is more like the hyenas of the old days.

Panis was most of the time scornful of the carrion wolf mercenary squad, which she felt was a disgrace to the mercenaries of the wilderness, tarnishing the sacred and pure profession of mercenaries.

No matter how ferocious the wolf is, when it encounters a pack of hyenas, it will flee from the wind.

But the Night Squad, led by Panis, doesn't even seem to have a chance to escape, or Panis has no intention of escaping.

Fili's beard had sunk deep into the stench of grey sand of the wilderness by trampling, and a brownish-yellow leather boot was stepping on his dark, angry face. Through the mottled sand and gravel floor, the beret he had worn on top of his head stood unusually tall, and a few white teeth were scattered around it.

As the rough soles of his face trampled harder, most of Fili's already bloody face was buried in the sand, which made the whispered curses in his mouth even more blurred.

The cold muzzle of the MP5 Charge King, which he was so proud of, had been stuffed into his mouth and shattered all his white teeth.

Stepping on Fili's head and crushing it hard was a middle-aged man who was no thinner than Fili. He was over two meters tall, burly, strong, broad-shouldered, and had long, light brown hair that looked like a sheep's curly fluff.

This man's name is Blaze, and he is the fireman of the Rotten Wolf mercenary squad and the notorious mob meat grinder in the area.

At this moment, Blaise was closing his eyes and listening to the sound of Fili's face rubbing against the sand of the wilderness, and a distorted look of comfort appeared on his face.

William lay quietly on the gravel ground not far from Fili, most of his head was gone, and the dark red blood stains under him had long since dried up. Kill the opposing sniper as soon as possible, this is the basic common sense of every mercenary squad in the wilderness.

"Captain Panis, it's a pleasure to meet you again in this situation."

A gloomy voice came from behind Blaitze, like sharp fingernails scratching the concrete floor, making people sound an inexplicable irritability.

Panis, who had been pointed at at least four weapons at the head, was familiar with the voice, and its owner was a familiar acquaintance of her.

The former vice-captain of the night, now the captain of the rotten wolf, and the dependency of the Begu family, Oster.

Oster was not very old, not yet thirty years old. He wears a dark green canvas shirt and stiff pants that can stand up on his own without legs inside. This missing leg is Panis's masterpiece.

"Oster, you let William be killed! He was your loyal companion! ”

On Panis's wheat-colored back skin, there was a long knife scar that was deep in the bone. The scars of the knife cut through her leather coat, revealing a large and delicate back.

"Panis, I can't believe you're still so naïve! In this damned wilderness, there is no loyalty, only living or rotting. Of course, I'm looking forward to renewing my relationship with you until you rot. ”

Oster had fanatically pursued Panis, even joining the Night Mercenary Squad for this purpose. He sneaks into Panis's tent on a dark night when it's pouring rain. Then, at the cost of one leg, he got back a life.

Luckily, he met the people of the Begu family, who had unlocked five pairs of genetic sequences, and eventually became the outermost dependents of the Begu family.

He had been looking forward to a scene like this for too long. He felt compelled to satisfy his already unusually hard calf for the sake of his lost thigh, for this ridiculous woman who never seemed to know what the wilderness was.

For this wish, he thought it would be worthwhile to delay for half a day.

Panis is one of the few stunners in the mercenary community, especially once a high-ranking captain.

Playing with someone who is nobler than oneself has a strong sense of satisfaction in itself.

But he is not in a hurry to force or even kill the other side. Today's dark night is like a mutant wolf that has lost its teeth and claws, fragile and powerless.

"Let Filip go, I won't resist anymore!"

Panis knew her night was over. Oster's character is very clear to her, and the other party will never let her go. As for whether Fili can survive, it depends on Oster's mood, plus Fili's own luck.

Thinking of luck, Panis couldn't help but think of the lucky little guy. She was expecting him to appear, and she was expecting him not to appear.

Joining the Begu family will give you one or two Gene Unlocking Elixirs, which is a favor for those who have large families and a means of controlling their dependents.

Now that Oster had endured the terrible side effects of the genetic potion, he had now unlocked at least six pairs of genetic sequences, if not more.

"My dear captain, you are still so charming and stupid! But I'm obsessed with you! ”

Oster's face was full of cat and mouse, and he glanced at his man, who was as strong as Dwayne Johnson, the fierce superstar of the old days, and the strong man who stepped on Filip's head hesitated before moving the soles of his feet.

"Panis, I'll give you a chance to live, according to the rules of mercenaries, you can choose to join or fight."

When mercenary squads meet each other, the inferior party can choose to join and become the personal property of the other side. Or opt for combat, one-on-one hand-to-hand combat with cold weapons.

Of course, whether there is such a right or not depends entirely on the mood of the dominant party.

It's clear that Oster is in a very good mood right now.

Fili struggled to his rise from the ground, half of his face was covered with the rough sand. Filip bent down and picked up the sniper* that William had held in his arms until death, and stood at Panis's side.

"My partner has made the decision for me. Squad of Night Mercenaries, choose to fight one-on-one until the last member falls! ”

Panis's face had a rare solemn look on her face, like that of a gentleman in ancient Europe who was about to start a duel.

In the wilderness, thousands of kilometers away from the col where the two sides were, Luo was lying quietly on the gray gravel ground, staring at what was happening in the col.

His dark, flickering black eyes moved from Oster's body to Panis's body, and he glanced at Panis's tent again.

She was in the tent, and if she could get back in half an hour, she shouldn't have been spotted. Of course, the premise is that Panis can survive for half an hour in front of this opponent who has reached the sixth order.

With a weapon in your hand, or with your own body.