The stars are dim and the night is low.

Zabuha licked his slightly dry lips, adjusted his lying position slightly, and squinted his eyes to continue to focus on the situation behind the rocks.

He was frustrated that the first shot didn't hit the man in front, and the second shot blew the head of the middle-aged woman in the back to make him a little happy.

He likes to take on bounty missions that require killing, because the feeling of blowing off a target's head with a shot from a distance is so refreshing, more obsessive than that shudder.

The silent standoff outside Vault 1001 had been nearly three hours, and although it was already dark and the moonless night had greatly affected his vision, he didn't think those people had a chance to escape alive.

He was confident and more sure to kill everyone.

This confidence and certainty comes from the weapon in hand.

Although it was an old Type 88 sniper rifle, it was equipped with a night vision scope, and even though it was positioned further back than his two companions, he had a far better perception of the situation ahead than them.

There was no movement behind the staggered bare rocks in the circular turquoise window, as if the men were planning to act later.

Speaking of which, he still admires the enemy, in this situation can hold on for almost 3 hours without a mental breakdown, it is really not something that ordinary people can do, you must know that they are not guys who have survived in the wasteland for many years.

Goo, goo, goo.

There was a muffled sound, and it was his stomach that was growling.

Zabuha thought of the dried lizard in his pocket, although he really hated eating this kind of dry, hard, and earthy thing, but it was good to fill his stomach, didn't he?

His hand reached for his pocket, but stopped less than halfway there, as a dark shadow appeared in the sight's window, moving to the right behind the staggered bare rock.

"Got you."

A sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his let go returned to the handle of the gun, and the index finger of his right hand jerked the trigger.

Boom!

A flash of fire erupted from the muzzle of the gun, and the black dots on the rocks disappeared with a sound.

Hit.

Zabha's heart flashed with joy, because it was not at all the feeling of a bullet hitting a human body.

He had killed many people and was all too familiar with the image of a bullet piercing his body, so he quickly came to his senses and knew that it was an enemy trick.

Quickly turning the barrel of the gun, the sight moved to the square position, and then saw the retracted arm, and there was something flying.

It was as if the man who had dodged the sniper threw something while he was shooting.

Is it a stone?

It's so simple!

The thought came to mind as something that drew a rounded parabola in the night exploded in the air not far from the two companions, and a violent flash of light swept across the rocky field, followed by a snarcophic sonic boom.

As a sniper of the Pandaren Legion, Zabuha is not experienced in many battles, but he can be regarded as experienced. Although he didn't think that the people coming out of the vault had powerful military weapons in their hands, he still made a lot of preparations, and had already moved out of the effective killing radius of throwing weapons such as flashbangs and stun bombs.

The result?

On the premise that he made a lot of preparations, he was still blinded and deaf by the flashbang thrown by the enemy, and there was no way to continue the fight.

"How can that guy have a flashbang in his hand? How can it be so powerful? ”

Of course, Zabuha couldn't know the origin of the flash grenade in Tang Yan's hand, it was not an old product made in the 21st century, but a flash grenade from StarCraft World Nurse MM used to save his life.

This thing can blind even Marines and Insect Units in CMC Power Armor, let alone someone like him.

Zabuha's whole body fell into a state of dizziness, I don't know how long it took, the feeling of spiritual shock subsided slightly, and a voice sounded in his ears.

It didn't sound loud, but it sounded like thunder in his ears.

"Hey, good evening, can I borrow your gun?"

It was like a greeting from hell!

A knife plunged into his throat and circled around the artery in his neck.

Blood sprayed on the butt of the Type 88 sniper rifle.

When the sound of a heavy object falling to the rear was heard, the newcomer of the Panda Man Legion subconsciously turned the muzzle of the gun, and when he pulled the trigger to the rear, he found that the bullet had already run out, leaving only the sound of clicking, and not a single bullet was fired.

This was followed by a gunshot, boom.

The warm liquid splashed on his face, a little fishy.

He sat on the ground, overwhelmed.

When the dizziness subsided and his sight and hearing returned to normal, he saw the severed right arm of the old man of the legion, and the severed hand holding the gun was not far away, and the index finger was still firmly holding the trigger.

In the darkness of the night, a dark shadow came towards them, holding Zabha's little baby in his hand.

"I have a few questions to know. First, who are you? Second, who told you to stay here? Third, is the letter in my pocket with you? Fourth, where is the nearest village? ”

The veteran of the Legion was just about to speak, the muzzle of the Type 88 sniper rifle pressed against his head, and the glow of the flashlight shone on the newcomer's face.

"I ...... We are mercenaries of the Pandaren Legion. Be...... It was the boss of our legion who took the bounty task posted by someone else. I...... I don't know what the letter is. Nearest Village...... The village is two kilometers to the southwest. ”

Tang Yan nodded, very satisfied with his answer.

At this time, Han Xin, who realized that the danger was over, walked over with two male members of the shelter.

"Search them."

The man named Fan Yong stepped forward and rummaged through their pockets and bags, only to take out a bag of dried meat, half a pot of water, and some iodine tablets and medical bandages.

Tang Yan frowned, he also got nothing from Zabuha about that letter.

If it weren't for these people taking the letters, who would it be? Could it be that the people who attacked him earlier have nothing to do with the Pandaren Legion?

"Where is your base?"

"This ......," the legion newcomer muttered.

Tang Yan's gun moved slightly to the left, hitting him less than three inches away from his body with a bang, and then moving back to the man's bloodless face with extreme speed.

"In ...... In Wolong Ridge. ”

"Go back and tell your boss to send a few more people on a similar mission next time." Tang Yan took a few steps back and waved his gun to the side: "Get out, don't let me see you again next time." ”

"You...... Are you going to ...... Put...... Leave us alone? ”

"Don't get out of here yet."

The newcomer to the legion did not dare to say anything more, and helped his companion to walk towards the bare woodland in the distance.

Han Xin thought to himself that he was not bad, and he did not kill prisoners indiscriminately.

This thought flashed through his heart, and he was surprised to see Tang Yan raise the body of the spear, his index finger slightly flexed.

There was a bang, and the firelight reflected the faces of the four people.

The newcomer to the Pandaren Legion in front of him fell to the ground, and the man next to him who had broken his hand ran forward without looking back, but he didn't go far, and with the second gunshot, he chased after his two companions.

Han Xin's face was ugly.

Fan Yong and Lang Aiping were discussing whether to leave the man in front of them.

Tang Yan didn't care what they thought of him at all, in fact, he didn't want to spare the three enemies at the beginning of the fight, saying that he wanted to let them go, but he was just using the rules of the system to try to get more reward points.

It turns out that the newcomer to the Legion turned his emotions from fear to gratitude when he heard the word "roll", and received an extra 10 bonus points, while the old man of the Legion only provided 4 bonus points from beginning to end. A guy like this, even if he really puts it back, the result can only be to let the tiger return to the mountain and leave trouble.

He didn't want the boss of the Pandaren Legion to notice him too soon...... Especially if CMC power armor is not available.

"Two kilometers to the southwest."

He glanced into the distance under the cover of night, picked up the half pot of water from the ground, touched a few pieces of jerky in his hand, and walked southwest according to the data on the PDA.

Han Xin gritted his teeth and chased after his back, followed by Fan Yong and Lang Aiping.

Where there are people, there is strife, and where there is strife, there is danger.

Tang Yan knew this very well, but he had to go, because the more people there were, the more opportunities there were, and the more emotional feedback the system in his body could receive, not to mention that he could exchange some food, medicine and other key supplies with the villagers.

Walking forward with a flashlight, through a forest, behind is a factory that has been abandoned for many years, full of ruins and broken walls, miserable steel parts eroded by wind and rain, only the slogan "Come to work happily, go home safely" on the wall of the office building is still relatively complete, telling the memory of the times.

Tang Yan walked around an area full of iron cans, and because the radiation concentration shown on the PDA increased significantly with the distance, he had to choose another way and continue along the road coming from the billboard.

There were no roosters and dogs barking, no wind blowing willows, only the rustle of footsteps on the road.

Han Xin followed, handing him the jerky that he had turned out of the legion newcomer's pocket.

He took a bite, it was very dry and hard, and there was an earthy smell of mud, but it was warm, not cold.

He glanced at her blood-stained face and said nothing.

Fan Yong and Lang Aiping also caught up and maintained a distance of less than 10 meters from the two.

Although it was already late spring, the temperature at night was still a little low, and Han Xin shivered from the cold.

After walking forward again, Tang Yan suddenly stopped, listened intently for a moment, turned on the turned off flashlight, and the beam of light shot at the stones that fell on the road.

The ugly face suddenly imprinted into his pupils, and Han Xin let out a scream and retreated sharply towards the back.

Tang Yan was also taken aback by that group of things, he didn't expect to encounter an ambush, but after seeing the ambusher's face clearly, a pair of eyes lit up, and the light of the flashlight couldn't be suppressed.

Even if all the hair falls out, the skin is pitted and the color is different, which makes people's scalp tingle. But judging by the distribution of facial features, the contours of the face, they are a group of dogs ------ mutated dogs.