Soon, Wen Ya approached the village, hiding in a bush not far away.

The small village in front of me was built at the foot of the mountain, the houses in the village were scattered, and more than a dozen heavily armed armed men patrolled the entrance of the village.

There were also some militants scattered around the courtyard, and the whole village revealed an atmosphere of slaughter.

Wen Ya took out her military goggles and carefully observed the surroundings of the village, pondered for a while, and quietly came out of the bushes and touched the village.

Under the cover of various obstacles, Wen Ya hid in the dark shadows, and quickly advanced, Wen Ya came to a corner outside the village.

After waiting for a while, the patrolling militants did not notice Wen Ya, who walked a short distance along the wall this time, then took off into the air, jumped into the village, and then jumped to the roof of a mud house without moving, quietly observing the surroundings.

Except for the patrolling militants in the village, the silence is terrifying, like a beast with a wide mouth, waiting for the prey to take the bait automatically, which is very uncomfortable.

Taking a deep breath, Wen Ya relaxed herself and tiptoed along the roof towards the front, where the houses in the village were all made of rammed mud and the roofs were flat.

The windows are not large, there is no glass, and through the windows you can see that the room is very cluttered, and it is clear that this is just a temporary place for Dispatch 1.

The gap between the houses was no more than two meters, a distance that was not difficult for Wen Ya, who in a few minutes had leapt through several bungalows towards the roofs of the houses in the middle of the village.

As soon as she went to the roof, there was a sound of talking in Wen Ya's ears, Wen Ya listened carefully, and couldn't help frowning, she couldn't understand a word of what the people inside said.

Dispatch No. 1 is of an interracial race?

After squatting on the roof to make sure there was no danger, Wen Ya flashed down from the roof and quickly glanced into the window.

In the room, there were five middle-aged men dressed in identical black robes with similar faces gathered together, chatting, smoking, drinking and eating.

Behind each black-robed middle-aged man stood two mutant bodyguards as strong as calves, and this time these mutants who played the role of bodyguards were obviously much stronger than the ones Wen Ya had encountered before.

There is no heavy collar and chain around the neck, which means that these mutants are now very easy to control, and the owner does not have to worry about the mutants going berserk and hurting themselves.

Regardless of whether there is a No. 1 dispatcher among these five black-robed people, just assume that all of them are No. 1 dispatchers, Wen Ya estimates that even if she throws a few grenades into it, she will not be able to kill these ten mutant bodyguards, let alone kill these five black-robed people.

The strong attack is not good, the sneak attack is not successful, Wen Ya didn't expect things to be so tricky.

But no matter how difficult it is, it must be done, just let these people go Wen Ya is unwilling, and next time it is likely that there will be no chance to do such a difficult thing.

Wen Ya quickly recalled in her mind the route she had taken, and the general distribution of the village, if it really didn't work, there was only one way to go now, that is, to create chaos, blame the army, if there was a chance to kill these black-robed people, it would be better.

It's just that Wen Ya is not sure at all in her heart whether the trick of blaming the army is supporting the army, and the situation forces her to do it now.

Thinking of it, Wen Ya relied on the memory in her mind and quickly touched the location of the kitchen in the village, intending to set a fire first, and startle the grass and snakes to make these people move first. The chapter content is being restored, so please visit it later.

( Queen of the Wasteland )