Chapter 020: The First Bloody Battle
The prestige of the myth is too strong for even Shirley Young to face.
All countries in the world have their own secret departments, but only the combat effectiveness of mythology has always been at the top of the list. Shirley Yang thought twice and asked the remaining 43 mercenaries to retreat in unison.
The entrance, vacant.
Among them, 30 mercenaries drew daggers and arced around the entrance, ready to fight the mythical people.
The remaining 13 people, divided into two groups, stood on the left and right sides with submachine guns, ready to attack with cold guns. Such a formation just puts psychological pressure on the mythical masters, so that they can be afraid when they fight. When the time comes, the mercenaries in hand-to-hand combat will have the upper hand.
Of course, the hit rate of the cold gun is much higher.
Entrance
Tianji, Jintan, Enchantress and others did not go in, but all looked at the dwarf in unison.
The dwarf smiled, took a steel ball from his bosom, threw two into it, and then he hid it safely like everyone else. "Boom!" "Boom!" Explosions rang out, thick white smoke appeared, and soon a dense rain of bullets fought back.
This steel ball, called the Thunderbolt Fire Bomb, is a research product of the Mythology Research Department.
After the explosion, it is not only lethal, but also filled with white fog, which is a combination of grenades and smoke grenades. Mythical people are not idiots, they have high technology, why not use it?
Shirley Young gave the order to shoot
The mythical crowd tried to rush in through the smoke, but was suppressed by the dense rain of bullets. Simply, they were extremely fast, taking advantage of the smoke to disperse. But Shirley Young arranges a crossfire and the blind cat catches the dead mouse, and there are always a few unlucky ghosts who get shot.
The gunfire ends quickly and the melee begins!
Shirley Yang and Aning, protected by five mercenaries, hide outside the combat area. I only heard the fierce sound of battle in the white fog, and I was secretly anxious in my heart, I didn't know what the result would be?
In the white mist
The golden altar cultivates the iron cloth shirt, which is as hard as steel and invulnerable.
With his strong flesh, he went on a rampage, his fist striking one of the mercenaries in the chest, who was knocked into the air. However, he was also punched in the back, and he was able to stop. Just as he was gasping for breath, several daggers slashed, dripping with blood, scaring him to hurry up and use his skills.
The situation of other people in mythology is similar.
13 masters, besieged by 38 genetic warriors, are even more copper-skinned, tireless, and fearless monsters of life and death.
The situation of the myth was not good, and in the short battle, seven people were wounded. Of course, the mercenaries suffered even more casualties, with a full seventeen killed. If this continues, you can only exchange injuries for your life, and a whistle suddenly sounds, and all the people of the myth run in one direction.
Shirley Yang also ordered reinforcements to be returned, and the two groups were separated.
White fog fills the air
There was a dead silence, only the sound of heavy breathing, Shirley Yang didn't shoot and sneak attack, she didn't dare to die.
The combat power of the myth is undoubtedly above her, if there is a bloody battle, the result must be that the mercenaries are all wiped out, but the myth is also a tragic victory. When the time comes, she and A-Ning don't want to live, the two groups of people are silent, and they tacitly wait for the smoke to dissipate before making plans.
Outside the cave
Yang Ming, Poppy, Wu Sanxing, and Pan Zi didn't go in, and they sat on the ground bored when they saw their truce.
In fact, the myth's plan is very good, so that the Jianghu people, the tomb robbers, the two fierce beasts and those mercenaries are desperate. Isn't it great not only to clear obstacles, but also to weaken the opponent's strength?
Unfortunately not!
Those Jianghu people are too stupid, and the fierce beasts are too wasteful, so they were killed so quickly.
Seeing that Wu Sanxing was about to run away, and the mercenaries were resting in place, they knew that the myth would not work without showing up. It is not easy for the blood wolf to support the army, and behind them, they are backed by global mining groups. This is one of the top 10 companies in the world, and their research on genetic warriors is not as good as that of the governments of coal countries.
Shirley Yang and A-Ning are both part of the group's mercenary department.
Those mercenaries, who are also genetically modified products, are very strong. At this time, both sides tacitly agreed to a truce and think about the next step.
Yang Ming was also pondering
The task of the system is to capture the dust beads in the mausoleum, but the strength of Mythology and Shirley Yang is very strong, how can you get it? Calculate the time, it will be dawn in two hours, and Professor Chen, Professor Xu Ning, Da Kui Niu, and Lan Xiaona will come to the ancient tomb.
Wouldn't it be even more dangerous when the time comes?
If you want to get the dust beads, the safety of the archaeological team cannot be lost, Yang Ming muttered.
"Poppy, you need to go back."
"What?"
Poppy jumped up, anxious to refuse, but was rushed by Yang Ming to reply: "It's about to dawn, you go back first to stabilize the archaeological team, I'm worried that Professor Chen and they will break in rashly." When you're done, come and join me, okay? ”。
"But you're safe...."
"Obedient!"
Yang Ming's tone was heavier, and he stepped forward to hold her little hand and comforted her.
"Myth so many people here, what can happen to me? It won't take much time for you to come and go, and you will be obedient. Now around the ancient tomb, I don't know how many people are watching, if something happens to the archaeological team, our mission will be over."
“.......”
Poppy's eyes turned red, and he said urgently: "If we don't go back together, we won't be involved in the matter of the ancient tomb."
The answer is, Yang Ming shook his head.
In the end, Yang Ming had no choice but to whisper in her ear that Liu Yuechan would definitely protect him. This reassured Poppy, but he was also very jealous, and pinched him hard, but in exchange for a kiss goodbye between the two. Well, Wu Sanxing and Pan Zi are embarrassed again.
A moment later
Yang Ming and Poppy rushed back, and when they reached the area of the two hundred meters of steel needles, he sent the poppy up, and the two separated.
In the clearing, Yang Ming looked at Shirley Yang's steel rope, rippling in the sky.
Looking at it again, in the direction where the poppy left, Yang Ming pointed at the sword qi with two fingers and cut off the steel rope connecting the passage. As a result, people from the outside can't get in, and people from the inside can't get out. Looking at the ancient tomb palace, Yang Ming silently thought in his heart: "System, what healing elixir is there?" ”。
"Ding, rejuvenate Dan, 5000 exchange points, recover all injuries."
"Redeem!"
Yang Ming said calmly
Soon, the milky white elixir appeared in his system space. After Yang Ming took it, his whole body was warm, and all the injuries he had suffered before had recovered.
looked at the virtual screen, the only remaining 2300 exchange points in the lower right corner, he was also helpless.
"System, use 2000 exchange points to rent the Heavenly Sword for 4 hours!" "Yes, host!" As soon as the system's words fell, Yang Ming took out the heaven-level divine soldier Leaning on the Heavenly Sword from the space, and it was really sharp, it was a rare divine weapon.
Yang Ming held the sword, and a sneer crossed the corner of his mouth.
"The game has just begun!"
After finishing speaking, Yang Ming had disappeared, and in the next second, he entered the gate of the palace.
People who have not been exposed to god-level martial arts will not know that this level of terror is terrifying. But there is no surprise that myths, mercenaries, and dragons in the dark river will all be in great trouble.