It wasn't until the third day after Oberen's group left that Sue left the abandoned city.

It is an extremely large city, with a pattern that was popular in the old times, with the main city in the center, four satellite cities in the southeast, southwest, due west and due north, and intercity roads, canals and high-speed railways crisscrossing like cobwebs. Although the buildings are now crumbling, the canals are dry and the roads are broken, what remains can still be seen at the grandeur of the heyday.

The main part of the city is like a sleeping beast crawling on the field, stretching from east to west, stretching for nearly 100 kilometers, and a series of life-and-death battles in the past few days have actually only explored a corner of the city. In the heart of the city, and on the far other side, there are great dangers. Even at the height of the fighting, Sue carefully avoided these areas, and Oberyen had no idea of using them.

Su sat quietly for three days on the top floor of a high-rise building where he could see the morning glow and the sunset. After night, comes day. The day passed, and it was night again.

When night fell for the third time, Sue left the huge and eerie city. Until he left, he felt as if a pair of eyes were silently watching him.

After three days of silence, all the wounds on his body began to close, and most of his hearing had been restored. And Sue, who was walking in the dark, had a faint red glow in the center of her blue pupils. This is a sign of infrared vision, which means that from this moment on, Sue has true dark vision. It is only from this moment that darkness truly ceases to be an obstacle.

The night breeze is blowing.

Su Pale blonde hair fluttered slightly, her beautiful eyes contrasted strongly with the black blindfold on the right, and most of her face was still hidden under layers of bandages, but the remaining rags of cloth on her body could only cover most of her body. The exposed skin is crystal firm, reflecting a faint halo in the night, like ivory.

He walked barefoot, on the rubble-strewn rubble, but he was not hurt.

The belt of the modified rifle had long been broken, and it was in Su's hand at the moment, the muzzle of the gun was pointing to the ground, and the swing amplitude was exactly the same.

Su left the concrete forest at a constant and constant speed, and the twilight shone behind itself, turning into a well-defined silhouette in front of the ruined city.

The wind blew his hair and the rags on his body, and the road that stretched endlessly in the darkness had no place to come and no end.

Rigore made his way to the top floor of the headquarters, took two puffs of his cigarette, and then jerked his leg up and kicked open the dark chestnut hardwood door in front of him.

Of course, the people in the room were taken aback by this rough way of entering, and Fastel held a stack of papers in his hand, in the posture of putting it in his leather bag, and a pair of somewhat cloudy eyes crossed the upper frame of his tortoiseshell glasses, staring at Rigoray obliquely, his face expressionless. But it's the expressionlessness that is really a wonderful expression.

The décor of this office is quite luxurious, completely replicating the retro style of the offices of the executives of large corporations in the old sixties. Every piece of furniture, every ornament, even the rows of hardcover old-fashioned classical economics books in the bookcases are very rare. After all, in this era, economics has long been out of demand.

There are three such offices, which were specially set up by Rigore for the senior management of the head office to use when they come to the branch. Growing up in the wilderness as a child taught him how important it was to make some key people happy.

But at this moment, Rigore seems to have completely forgotten this principle that had once made him soar all the way. He took a hard drag on his cigarette, took two steps forward, stood in front of the large writing desk, and pressed the end of the cigarette hard against Fastel's favorite crocodile briefcase.

Fasel was still staring into Rigore's eyes, not glancing at the bag at all, but his drooping cheeks, dotted with age spots, shook a few times, betraying his true heart.

"I'm back." Rigolei stared at the cloudy blue-gray eyes twenty centimeters away without flinching, and he could smell the thick perfume emanating from the other party's body in his nose.

"I know." Fassel replied. He could also smell the smell of sweat, smoke, blood, and an unnamed stench on his body. Although it was a great torture for the nose, Fassr had no intention of backing down.

"So you know the result?" Rigore asked with a smile. He was grinning with his teeth bared.

"Of course! Raikna is dead, but the Dark Dragoons will send someone again soon. "Fastel's tortoiseshell glasses slipped lower.

"We've provoked a wolf!" It was not only this sentence that Rigoray squeezed out from between his teeth, but also splattered saliva, and of course a lot of it fell on Fatel's face, which was less than 20 centimeters away.

"No matter how ferocious the wolf is, it won't be long before it runs rampant! Raikna is not a simple fellow, and Fabregas is a name for himself in a world that you have no access to! Fassel also raised his voice and returned the saliva three times to Rigoret.

"By the time those noble lords have sent someone crawling over from a distant place we don't even know about, this wolf has already torn us to shreds!" Rigore began to smoke from his pocket, but found only cigars. He didn't hesitate to give the cigar its head.

"But I gave you five hundred heavily armed warriors!" Fassel took a small bottle of perfume and pressed it down hard, spraying the thick perfume on the cut of the cigar.

"Five hundred sheep, no matter how armed they are, will not turn into lions!" Out of nowhere, he pulled out a large match and lit it on Fassr's crocodile leather bag. That striking scratch was like a burning flame.

"Aha! Even 100 sheep with first- to third-order abilities can overthrow a pack of vicious wolves! Are you trying to prove your incompetence? Fate began to spray Rigore's nose.

"There is a famous saying in the old days: It's not that our army is incompetent, it's that the enemy is too cunning!" Rigore began to light cigars.

"That's one of the most famous jokes of the old days!" Fate unscrewed the cap of the perfume bottle.

"Now it's not a joke! I grew up in the wilderness, and I know what kind of people you can't mess with! "Reggore's cigar began to burn, and the smell of perfume smoke was particularly pungent.

"But we've already provoked him!" Fastel worked hard to prove that a small half bottle of perfume, if poured skillfully, can also douse a large cigar.

Rigore bit his fragrant cigar and smiled maliciously, and was about to say something, when a large burst of fire suddenly erupted between the two, and then the pungent white smoke dispersed in all directions. This explosion of limited scale came too quickly, not to mention Fatel, who had no ability, and even Rigore could not react and was blown up.

Losses on both sides were heavy.

Not only did Fast's favorite tie go to ruin, but the tortoiseshell glasses, which were more than 30 years old, also had several cracks. Rigolei didn't seem to be much better than him, the messy stubble that was the hallmark of the vicissitudes of life was swept away, and the thick chest hair, which was the most indispensable for the majestic macho, was almost completely wiped out.

It seems that Fasel's small bottle of perfume would become very unstable if it came into contact with a flame.

After the explosion, Rigore touched his smooth chest muscles and chin, and was stunned for a moment before smiling bitterly. Fassel clutched his lips scorched by the explosion as he looked at the cracks in his tortoiseshell glasses, a trace of pain in his eyes with each crack he saw.

Although Rigolei was not injured, his face and chest were numb. As an ability holder, this small collision is really insignificant. Rigore took a deep breath, and the discomfort in his body gradually disappeared, but Fassr was different, not only his lips, but also his face began to swell.

Rigolei smiled bitterly and asked, "Are you leaving?" ”

Sure that the crack in his glasses was irreparable, Fassel threw it on the table, sighed heavily, and shook his head, "I don't have much to do while I'm here." You know, the headquarters has not been very peaceful in recent years, and if I don't go back, I'm afraid that a lot of benefits will be taken away by others. It is not easy for the company to invest so many resources in the North Branch in recent years. ”

"You'd better not leave now, if you want to live a few more years." Rigore said solemnly.

"Is there such a strict zhòng?" Fassel frowned, the action causing him another wave of pain, and his face contorted into a somewhat ridiculous expression.

Rigaolei exhaled heavily, looked out the window, and said, "Very strict!" I have a feeling that he has come. ”

Fassr also looked out the window, and he saw nothing but the wind and sand. He shook his head, sat back down heavily in his leather chair, untied his half-scorched tie, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Okay, I'll stay here for a few more days and see how it goes. But ......" Fassle looked at Rigore and said bluntly: "I can't go back, and it will only be you who will lose." ”

"No loss is more important than life!" Rigore said heavily. He was silent for a moment before asking, "The intruder is of great value. What price did the Dark Dragoon pay to make you willingly hand over this secret? ”

"A complete recipe for a fifth-order ability."

"Damn it!" Rigore cursed.

Meanwhile, Su stood quietly behind the window of an abandoned villa, looking at an armored off-road vehicle traveling at 30 kilometers per hour a few hundred meters away. THE OFF-ROAD VEHICLE IS A DAILY PATROL VEHICLE WITH FIVE TO SIX SOLDIERS ON BOARD, AND ITS MAIN FIREPOWER IS A 12.7MM ANTI-AIRCRAFT MACHINE GUN ON THE ROOF AND A 7.62MM ORDINARY MACHINE GUN IN THE PASSENGER SEAT.

In the vast and complex wilderness, the off-road vehicle is very thin, and the weapons on board are extraordinarily attractive to mobs or armed displaced people. Due to the lack of knowledge, the displaced people often could not accurately judge the true power of the anti-aircraft machine gun and the protective power of the external armor of the off-road vehicle, so they miscalculated the strength of the two sides.

Against such an off-road vehicle equipped with two machine guns and three automatic rifles, there is not much difference between the homeless people with only light firepower, whether it is ten or 50 people. Their weapons can't penetrate the armor of the off-road vehicle, and the distance of about 200 meters is enough for the shooters on the off-road vehicle to sweep them all down. These buggys are equipped with shooters with the ability to master the second order of large weapons.

Such patrol cars are actually a trap set by Liz for a small group of armed displaced people. If they think that the numerical advantage can make up for the difference in firepower, then most or even all of the people turned into corpses is the price that the displaced people need to pay for this.

With a snap, Sue pushed a bullet onto the chamber.

It's dusk.

The patrol car that should have returned to the base a long time ago has not returned, but the lieutenant on duty in Pendulum City today is not worried. It's dinner time, and he's got a big pot of his favorite cheese in the officer's canteen? h Tomato beef, eat heartily. Just looking at the speed at which he ate, you could tell that the lieutenant was in a good mood today. In fact, the lieutenant was now reminded of the food of the mob he had seen when he was sweeping the mob the other day. With the contrast, it is natural that tonight's food is extraordinarily delicious.

In the wilderness, a plate of food in front of this lieutenant can indeed be exchanged for a few nights of dedicated service by a delicate girl. If the year is bad, it is also possible to directly exchange for one or even several young female slaves.

In the past, it was not uncommon for patrol cars to return late, and if this happened, it would mean that a group of armed displaced people with poor vision would be unlucky. How many people are homeless? The lieutenant never worried about this. The patrol car actually contained 1,000 rounds of anti-aircraft machine gun ammunition and another 2,000 rounds of machine gun ammunition. These things can completely wipe out a company of outcasts. So the lieutenant's appetite is as good as ever.

As the afterglow of the horizon was about to dissipate, the patrol car slowly appeared in the field of vision of the pendulum city sentinels. Different from the momentum of the rushing forward and the billowing smoke dragon when returning from the fierce battle in the past, this time the patrol car drove slowly towards the pendulum city at a speed of more than ten kilometers, and the swaying posture seemed to be on an outing for sightseeing. Above the body, the shooter, sitting behind an anti-aircraft machine gun, also leaned listlessly against the gun.

"Hey! Behold, Charlie they are back! After such a long delay, there must be a lot of results. How come I didn't have such good luck that I didn't even touch a bird feather when I went out on patrol! A young shooter sitting behind a machine gun at the sentry said with envy and jealousy.

The post was built on the top floor of a ten-story building, with a very open view, and the firing position was made of concrete, which was much better protected than a chest made of sandbags.

Behind the protective wall, a weather-covered veteran was sitting with his back against the wall, smoking a cigarette leisurely. The RF010 assault rifle was thrown casually on the ground beside him, but when there was a situation, the veteran could reach for the gun.

"Boy! If you take part in a few more battles, or if you're my age, you'll understand that being able to do nothing all day long is the greatest happiness. The veteran said leisurely.

The young warrior was clearly unimpressed, and his still somewhat childish face was full of longing for victory, honor, and wealth. He looked jealously at the patrol cars that were slowly driving back, and there was no lack of malice in speculating that they must have achieved brilliant results before they came back in this abnormal way, so as to attract more eyeballs and attention, and maybe even delusionally hope to get the favor of General Li!

The thought of Li's round, straight buttocks and long, straight legs made the young warrior's blood involuntarily flow faster. Looking at the patrol car again, there was a vague hostility in his eyes that he was not even aware of.

In Pendulum City, Li's strength is unquestionable, unchallenged, and there is no reason to speak of it. But in this era, the idea that women are men's appendages, tools of desire, and reproductive motherhood has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, even though the young warrior is only the lowest class of soldiers, and deep down there is an urge to throw Leigh to the ground and ravage it fiercely. Of course, such thoughts can only be hidden in the deepest part of my heart, not only can they not be revealed in front of Li, but they must not be said even when they are gossiping among colleagues.

The mortality rate on the battlefield is surprisingly high for soldiers who want to fight General Li's ideas in all kinds of strange ways, whether they are delicate, delicate, and weak, or rough, strong, and chest-haired.

The veteran finally finished his cigarette, lazily poked his head out of the parapet and glanced at the patrol car. Despite the darkness and the fact that the patrol car was still some distance away, the veteran, with his experience, could see at a glance that there was something wrong with the shooter's posture. He stood up suddenly, grabbed his night vision binoculars, and looked over at the patrol car. At a glance, the veteran immediately turned around and shouted: "Alarm! Alert! Pull the alarm! Charlie: They're all dead! ”

A shrill alarm sounded, and the moment the alarm sounded, the lieutenant, who had just wanted to swallow the last spoonful of beef, took a firm bite on the steel spoon. As he slowly shook his hand at the sugar-sweetened cup of rich coffee, the small half jar of sugar poured into the coffee, completely ruining the cup of fine Jamaica. Rigorei hid alone in the dark office, smoking cigarette after cigarette, and when he heard the alarm, the flickering fireworks no longer danced, but remained frozen until they went out. Li Ze was stuffed in the underground shooting range, constantly challenging Sue's modified pistol amid the deafening sound of gunfire.

The veteran turned on the searchlight, and a strong beam of light focused on the patrol car that was moving slowly in a straight line, illuminating the body and the people on it.

The shooter leaned on the mount of the gun, his head hanging over his chest, and in the strong light it was seen that the military uniform behind his chest was stained with darkness. The two fighters in the cab leaned back on their seats, their eyes staring blankly at the sky and the roof of the car. Their chests were covered in dark smudges.

The patrol car roared in a low voice and continued to crawl at a speed of less than twenty kilometers towards Pendulum City, where the sirens were blaring. The barracks in the city were full of people, and soldiers rushed out, and a group of night patrol soldiers with loaded guns and ammunition had already arrived in a car and met the patrol car. Brave fighters jumped into patrol cars, pulled dead soldiers out of the cab, and stopped the patrol cars that were set up to drive autonomously.

The patrol car was parked fifty meters away from the entrance to Pendulum City. Some experienced officers had already wondered whether there would be a bomb on the car, and they had summoned electronic experts to scan the car with special equipment.

Luckily, there seemed to be no damage to the patrol car, other than the disappearance of the anti-aircraft machine guns, and there were no bombs or other traps. In addition to the two fighters in the cab and the shooter on the roof of the car, there were two corpses stuffed in the back of the car, both of whom were people who went out with the car. Most of the ammunition in the carriage was well preserved, except for some anti-aircraft machine gun rounds, and it is not known whether it was fired or taken away. Counting the number, there are not a lot of anti-aircraft machine gun shells, that is, one or two hundred rounds.

By the time Rigore and Fassr arrived, the patrol car had been pulled aside, and the bodies of five soldiers lay side by side on the ground. More than a dozen fighters with guns roamed around, setting up a cordon.

Rigore threw the cigarette butt on the ground and ran it over his military boot a few times, saying, "See? This is our third-order sheep. ”

The shooter lying on the ground, the master of heavy weapons has reached the third level, and he is one of the trump cards under Li. With an anti-aircraft machine gun, whether it is a point fire or a strafing fire, the results at a distance of 500 meters can be compared with the 100-meter shooting of an automatic rifle of an excellent fighter. He was lying quietly at the moment, his tattered uniform barely covering the large hole in his chest. The same was true for several other fighters, each with a huge bullet hole that was extremely conspicuous.

Fate wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled reluctantly, "It looks like the other party is an excellent sniper." ”

"It's more than good." Rigore replied coldly.

Fassel shrugged and said, "But I've heard that ace snipers like to slap their eyebrows. ”

"His gun is different, if he hits his eyebrows, he will blow his whole head off." Rigore looked at Fassr for a moment before he continued: "He doesn't make a head, so that we can see clearly the expressions of these people before they die. ”

Looking at those frightened, shocked, confused, or dazed faces, Farsr suddenly felt that the muscles on his face were very sore, and he could no longer laugh. The huge bullet holes with a diameter of more than ten centimeters were so shocking that Fastel even had the illusion that those bullet holes had moved to his body, and the bullet holes passed through the bullet holes in the night wind, bringing a chilling chill.

The glow of the searchlight was particularly pale and dazzling at the moment.

All of them! Gunshots rang out like thunder, spreading rapidly through the open wilderness, and the aftermath of gunfire echoed among the tall buildings of Pendulum City.

"It's an anti-aircraft machine gun!" As soon as he heard the gunshots, Rigore immediately reacted. He lunged sideways, holding Fasl firmly underneath him. It's just that he understands Su's marksmanship, and since he heard the gunshot, it means that it's too late, and any action made by Li Gaolei with instinct can only play the role of chatter.

The searchlight on the 10th floor emitted a puff of white smoke and went out. The veteran's body with the searchlight was pierced by two anti-aircraft machine gun bullets. One nearly broke his waist, and the other shaved off half of his scalp. The last of the three rounds extinguished the searchlight.

The young recruit sat in a machine-gun position, as if he had not yet understood what was happening in front of him. Hot blood ran down his head, down his face, and into his clothes, sticky and uncomfortable. The recruit was not injured, and on his head was the blood of the veterans, and perhaps the flesh.

The recruit suddenly remembered what the veteran had just said: "Boy! If you take part in a few more battles, or if you're my age, you'll know that being able to do nothing all day long is the greatest happiness. ”

It was then that fear came to the fore, and the recruit suddenly crouched on the ground, clutched his head tightly, and began to cry hysterically.