The mandala clenched his hands and kneaded them, and sawdust slid down his fingers onto the stage. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"A bunch of useless garbage, not even a decent man." The mandala slammed the sawdust in his hand.

Naturally, people who have been reformed by alcohol and stimulants can't stand the irony of the mandala, but they are afraid of the powerful physical power of the mandala, and it is very appropriate to describe their situation as a dilemma.

At this moment, there was a slight commotion on the periphery of the crowd, and slowly the commotion became bigger and bigger, and then a path began to spontaneously set aside in the crowded crowd, and a burly man with a naked upper body walked straight to the front of the mandala with heavy steps.

His broad chest was still steaming, apparently after a long journey, and the dense wounds on his chest were a testament to the brutal battles he had experienced in the past, and beneath the knotted muscles were steel-like bones, and his thick upper arms alone were already the thickness of a mandala's thighs.

"I'll come." The strong man then sat flat across the mandala.

"How could it be Torre! Isn't Torre out hunting today? How did it come out here. ”

"Stupid, you don't want to know who opened this bar, this is obviously here to smash the field, Torre must have heard the news and rushed back."

"I can't figure out how Torre could fall in love with a refugee woman and use his savings to help her open a bar."

"Torre didn't say anything, what are you bothering about, it's not your points that are spent, besides, Torre's network has become wider and wider in recent years, and there are more and more people begging him to do things, how can he lack points?"

"You two don't quarrel, just watch the show."

"Now that Torre is here, what else is there to watch, this girl can't be Torre's opponent even if she is tricky!"

"That's not necessarily, although Torre is powerful, but this girl is obviously not a vegetarian either."

Listening to the whispers around him, Mandala stared at the person opposite with interest, although he was facing a near-middle-aged reformed human warrior, but even Mandala had to admit that this man had an unusual bearing and charm, and his gestures could always give people a sense of security, which made people instinctively let go of their guard.

"Uncle, if you want to wrestle with me, are you bullying me for being young?" The mandala lowered his long legs from the table.

"What do you want?" Torre was still flat, his slightly melancholy eyes like a pool of deep water.

"It's easy to say, I'm going to win, you just need to promise me a small condition, but if you win, I lose you 100 points, what do you think?" Mandala said, holding his chin.

"It's not fair at all! Who knows what conditions you will have! "Many of the reformers around him have expressed doubts about such a bet.

But Torre nodded in agreement almost without thinking.

Torre knows his purpose today, he is here to solve the problem, as long as the final goal can be achieved in the end, he doesn't care about other things, this is how he can go from a small reformer recruit to a well-known reformer, and he doesn't think he will lose.

"If I win, you will no longer be welcome in this bar, and no more anyone who is causing chaos here." Torre spoke slowly, his words clearly not just aimed at the mandala.

As A-19's crowd grew, so did the little lost bar, Torre was a man who hated chaos, and the proprietress of the bar was even more of a person who hated chaos.

"If I lose, I promise you won't see me again in the whole A-19." Mandala raised his chin.

This time it was Torre's turn to be a little surprised, he didn't expect that the female reformer recruit in front of him, who was obviously much younger than himself, would have such a strong self-confidence.

"Whatever you want." Torre smiled faintly, then landed his right arm firmly on the wooden table.

……

While the transhuman warriors in the bar were still in high spirits, a lonely figure was slowly moving forward in the cold Siberian north wind in the mountains beyond A-19.

Cold nights bring not only a sharp drop in temperature, but also the potential for more potential dangers.

Dressed in the Angel of Death's standard snow camouflage uniform, the figure finally chose to crawl under an inconspicuous low tree in the middle of the mountain, and when he looked at his field of vision, the entire valley was almost in full view, and nearly 80% of the area was covered by effective range.

Then he took an exaggerated and huge sniper rifle from his back, carefully examined the chamber and scope, and he quietly blended in with his surroundings.

This lonely figure is none other than Fan, who has already rushed to the battlefield in advance.

For any sniper, the selection of the sniper position is a crucial part of all planning, and it is necessary for the sniper to be familiar with the surrounding environment of the mission site before the battle begins, although the 3D panorama of this area has been stored in the mission details, but after all, it is an intelligent synthesis, and the real terrain may change somewhat.

Moreover, the content of this mission requires only a simple sentence of "clear the Zerg troops in the area", and the vague positioning brings more uncertain factors to the occurrence of factors, so after a short rest, Fan immediately chose to rush here.

The valley in front of him is only a small part of the worm nest that stretches over the entire mountain range, but it is this small part that needs to be taken seriously by Fan.

Through the sniper scope, Van has found several obvious hive holes, most of the dormant hives in this valley have begun to show signs of awakening, and many of the hives have collectors coming in and out of their exits.

The semi-dormant hive still has unstable magnetic field pulses, which affects Fan's perceptual vision to a certain extent, and the second-level perceptual visual distance is not enough to cover the entire valley, and the perceptual intensity is not enough to penetrate the thick snow and rock layers to reach the center of the hive.

In the hazy moonlight, the Siberian night wind is like a boning steel knife, and even the Zerg will not choose to stay outside the lair for a long time at this time, only the strongest creatures can survive here.

And Fan crawled quietly under this low tree for half an hour, during which he had to reduce his calorie consumption by lowering his body temperature, but this time this technique of lowering body temperature was used by him more skillfully, and the 20-minute body temperature control did not make Fan feel tired, but made him feel that he was still at ease.

Through this half-hour observation, the three-dimensional map of the command window of Fan's left hand has been clearly indicated by him several areas that need to be paid attention to.

Then he slowly got up, restored the flattened snow under him, and sniper rifle on his back, looking for the next observation point under the cover of the cold wind.

In the cold night, the lonely back is just like his cold heart.