Just when the sand sculpture and the laughing craftsman were standing on the roof of the building to watch the excitement, the Heishui Alley in the distance had become a pot of porridge.

No sooner had the Taran Raider and his three cronies walked out of Nock's house than a group of vicious men chased after him.

The group was dressed in uniform vests, with muscular arms exposed, and carrying long guns, cannons, and knives in their hands.

At first, Taran thought he was involved in some gang fight, until the other party took a troll and shot him in the air, and yelled at him again.

"Front! Hold it! ”

"Don't run!"

Countless thoughts flashed through Taran's mind, including that he had been sold by Nok, that the gang members were employed by the Enlightenment, and so on, until the sauerkraut fish grabbed his arm.

"! Come on!! ”

Realizing that now was not the time to think about this, Taran snapped back to his senses and ran away without saying a word.

"Run!"

Seeing that the group leader rushed out first, the three players also hurriedly followed behind and rushed towards the other end of the alley.

They all wore only one pistol, and the four of them couldn't make up ten magazines, while the trolls and rifles on the opposite side were all available, and the firepower of both sides was not at the same level at all!

Even if you have the ability to awaken, it's not so prodigal.

Seeing that the fat meat in his mouth was about to run, Morse hurriedly beckoned the hyena gang to chase after him.

A group of people are chasing me in the streets.

Listening to the bullets whizzing overhead, Taran scolded in shock and anger.

"Damn, are these NPCs crazy?! Lao Tzu does tasks normally, and he still plays like this?! ”

As he spoke, a bullet flew past his ear.

The sound of the air blowing into his cochlea frightened him scured his neck in a hurry, and his running pace quickened a little.

This is a new map that is several time zones away from the save point and the respawn point.

If you die, not only will all the equipment explode, all the unsaved experience will be lost, and the hidden mission you just arrived will also be gone.

This loss can no longer be described as a blood loss, it is simply a loss!

Chasing after the corps commander, the medical miracle couldn't help but complain.

"You're so stupid!"

Sauerkraut fish: "That's it! This wave of I stand dog planning. ”

Taran Raider: "MMP, when is there still infighting!" Can't you scold the dog with my Lao Tzu? ”

Angry fatty liver: "......"

Medical miracle: "If I were Ah Guang, I would assign you a wave of brush on your face." ”

Sauerkraut fish: "What's big-"

Lao Cai was only halfway through his words, and a group of unscrupulous guys broke in front of everyone.

Unlike the group of vest guys behind them, these guys are not only well-dressed, but also have a much more gentle temperament.

However, Sven returned to Sven, and the PU-9 submachine gun in his hand did not look reasonable at all.

The Taran raiders were alarmed, grabbed the sauerkraut fish next to them, and led everyone to hide in the alley next to the street.

Almost at the same time as they turned a corner, tongues of fire erupted from the muzzles of the black holes.

Sudden gunfire filled the streets, and the noisy rain of bullets and gunpowder instantly imprinted rows of bullet holes on the earthen houses along the streets.

Not only was Taran and his three cronies taken aback, but even Morse and York, who were chasing after them, were also frightened and hurriedly dispersed with people and hid aside.

A little brother was unfortunately hit in the chest by a stray bullet, and the blood was immediately spilled, and he was hurriedly pulled to the back of the bunker by the gang next to him.

Looking at the unconscious little brother lying in a pool of blood, Morse's eyes suddenly cold, and he looked murderously at the man in formal leather shoes on the opposite street, and gritted his teeth and made a poisonous snake spitting out a letter.

Tony...... What the hell do you mean? ”

Iron Hands!

Another big gang in Blackwater Lane, which runs the biggest nightclub and casino in the entire city!

Unlike himself, this guy's customers are not just cockroaches on Blackwater Street, but also occasionally patronized by some Willants, especially the military aristocracy among Willants.

It is precisely because of this that Morse has always been jealous of him and is easily reluctant to clash with him.

Tony, who was holding a cigarette butt, calmly replaced the submachine gun with a new magazine and loaded it with a click.

"It's not interesting, everyone depends on their ability."

Glancing back at the dying young man, Morse said annoyedly.

"What do I think of my people?"

Tony grinned lightly and said slowly.

"I trampled on a cockroach when I went out today, what's the matter with me?"

Usually, the Willant forbade them to fight, and most of them showed restraint, even if they killed people, they would not blatantly commit murder in the streets, after all, no one wanted to attract the suppression of the troops.

But today is different, the garrison has issued a wanted warrant, even if there are dead people, it can be explained as accidental injuries in the firefight.

Those Willantes don't really care about their lives or deaths, and often deal with those big noses, and Tony knows very well in his heart where the scale of things is.

It is precisely because of this that he doesn't pay attention to the "hyenas" in front of him at all.

This arrogant attitude completely angered Morse and the "hyenas" around him.

"Doctor" York couldn't help it at first, roared angrily, set up the iron tube assault rifle in his hand, and burst a shuttle of "Brownian motion bullets" across the street.

"Eat! Tony! With the she-ducks next to you! ”

The whizzing bullets sent the Iron Hand gang to dodge in a hurry.

Although the tape-wrapped iron tube rifle did not have any target to speak of, the bullet fired was 7 mm after all.

Enraged by the rude scolding, Tony's eyes narrowed, and he took off his cigarette butt and threw it on the ground and crushed it with the tip of his shoe.

"You brought it on yourself."

With that, he waved his index finger forward, and a group of murderous men in formal suits set up their PU-9 submachine guns and suddenly fired at the other side of the street.

Unlike the street fighting of the regular army, the fire fight of these minions is not accurate, and most of them are people hiding behind cover, and their weapons are close to the cover and strafing outward.

After all, they don't have medical insurance, they don't have medals for beating people to death, they can't even get a box of ashes if they are killed, and no one loses in momentum, but there are few who are really desperate.

The two sides exchanged fire back and forth for a long time, and a lot of bullets were fired, but few were shot and lay on the ground.

Taran, who was hiding in the alley, was dumbfounded, and the medical miracle next to him swallowed his saliva.

"Wait, why did they fight on their own?!"

"How the hell do I know ......?"

Taran glanced outside, taking a closer look at the two groups of people, and saw that they were both dressed in completely different outfits.

It was then that he noticed a familiar face in the group on the left.

The moment he saw that face, Taran's eyes suddenly widened, and he roared angrily.

"Nock! Why did you betray me! ”

Hearing the name Nock, Morse, who was fighting with Tony, was stunned, and then laughed and shouted maniacally.

"Nock? Lao Tzu is not called Nock, remember Lao Tzu's name, Lao Tzu is called Broken Finger! Silly you! ”

With three "Lao Tzus" in a row, Talan's brain was stunned, as if he had been kicked by a donkey.

He, a five-star good citizen of Los Santo, was actually taunted by NPCs!?

The medical miracle that followed him wanted to cry and laugh for a while, and finally couldn't hold back his laughter and burst into tears.

"Hahaha!"

"What cerebral palsy regiment leader ......"

"Laughing to death, being tricked by artificial intelligence!"

Listening to the unbridled ridicule of the three henchmen, Talan's entire face turned the color of pig liver, and the grievance was worse than killing him.

After all, the resurrection is a three-day thing, but being ridiculed on the forum is a lifetime.

"......"

He cursed, pulled out the pistol pinned to the back of his ass, and tried to join the melee to get back into the field, but was stopped by a quick medical miracle.

", big brother, don't get excited!"

The sauerkraut fish also said nervously.

"Yes, Boss, don't get excited! Let's just kid, even if we want to jump out of the car, we won't jump out of the car in the middle of the mission, at least until the mission is completed. ”

Under the persuasion of the two, Taran gradually calmed down and thought about a countermeasure to get out of the predicament.

The two gangs are eyeing themselves at the same time, and it is not for money......

Especially the "severed finger" who pretended to be Nock.

If it was for money, he should have done it when he opened the door just now, so he wouldn't have waited until now!

Thinking of this, Taran's heart moved, and he looked at the fatty liver who had not spoken.

"Fat, you go offline and take a look."

Fatty Liver opened his eyes, looked at him and said lightly.

“…… I had just returned from offline, and the thirty brothers in our hotel had already been served in one pot. ”

At this moment, the forum was full of joy, after all, this war had been fought for so long, and it was the first time that the corps on the Alliance's side had been captured by a "formed" like this.

And it was still by a group of guards.

However, he did not tell the corps commander about these inconsequential trivia.

They are now grasshoppers on a rope, and there is no point in laughing at each other.

After listening to the statement of fatty liver, Taran secretly said in his heart.

The thirty members of the group in the hotel were served in a pot, and the Willant really targeted them.

But why are there gangs?

For a moment, a possibility popped into Taran's mind.

They have no proof!

This is not to say how well-behaved the Willantes are, but that there are predetermined procedures in any system, and it is impossible to let the individuals in this system do whatever they want.

Whoever gives the order is held accountable, and this logic also works within the legion.

In other words, the port garrison did not take orders from their superiors to act, but simply made decisions out of suspicion of some of their own people.

Those Willantes don't have enough proof to prove that their group is a spy for the Alliance!

If he dies as a citizen of the Alliance, it may not be a problem for the Southern Legion, but it will definitely be a problem for the garrison.

So they entrusted it to the local gangs, so that even if they only caught one corpse, they could end up throwing the pot at the gangs and turning the diplomatic problem into a law and order problem.

Taran's thoughts raced, and he made a quick decision.

"Fatty liver, you go to our group members offline and connect their confessions! One bite killed us, are we here...... Business visits. ”

Fatty Liver smiled faintly.

"They've finished their confessions...... Although it is not a business visit, it is a tourism. ”

Medical miracles couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

"Awesome!"

The sauerkraut fish couldn't help but praise.

"Gao, you come to be the head of the regiment."

The fatty liver slightly curled the corners of his mouth.

Although it doesn't really have anything to do with him, it doesn't seem to need to be explained.

Hearing that his own team members were so self-conscious, Taran's face also showed a little surprise.

The quality of this batch of newcomers is unexpectedly good, and it seems that his ambition to hit T0 is hopeful!

The only fly in the ointment is that the reason for travel is somewhat far-fetched, and it is no wonder that the other party bites them to death and there may be a problem.

But that's fine.

Taran's eyes flickered slightly, and he already had a new idea.

"I'll help you break off, you can find a way to escape north in a while, escape outside the settlement first, and then wait for my news."

Sauerkraut Fish looked at the corps commander in surprise.

"What about you?"

"Turn yourself in."

The corners of Taran's mouth curled up into a smile, and he looked at the three henchmen with surprised faces and said lightly.

"I heard that the Enlightenment Society called on the residents of the shelter to unite against the remnants of the War Construction Committee."

"I don't know if the inhabitants of the shelter who have abandoned the darkness and turned to the light want it."

……

With the Awakened of level 30 joining the battle, the battle in Blackwater Alley has entered a fever pitch.

In the end, it is a veteran who has sent a head in the hands of a pangolin, and although the Taran Raider does not have a very bright head, his skills are not ambiguous at all.

He first sent the three younger brothers away by taking a ladder, and then single-handedly killed them from between the two groups of men with only a pistol.

Fortunately, when I was looking for the coordinates of the task before, I went around in Blackwater Alley several times, which was equivalent to stepping on the point in advance.

He wasn't familiar with the terrain, but he wasn't like a headless fly.

After crossing two streets, he went directly into the market where the crowd had gathered, and fired a shot into the sky, and the whole market was full of people.

Seeing this guy rush into the bazaar, Morse and Tony, who were chasing after him, turned green in their faces.

Sure enough, not long after that Han Han made a big fuss, a group of heavily armed guards broke in in an assault car.

The group of armed guards in bulletproof armor, Taran threw away his pistol, and walked over the fleeing crowd with his hands raised, making a frightened expression.

"Thank goodness you're here!"

The centurion who led the team walked up to him with a gloomy face.

"You fired the gun?"

Taran's eyes widened in surprise.

"Me?! What are you kidding, I'm just a tourist! This is my VM with my e-Visa in it, and I'm coming in from customs! ”

A body search will be carried out at the same time as the customs registration, and unlike the stowaways, the former is protected by the laws of Triumph City.

At least nominally.

As he spoke, Taran pointed behind him to the group of gang members who were desperately chasing after him.

"They were the ones who shot! You can ask anyone who asks. ”

The centurion squinted his eyes and looked at the fellow from the Alliance with a scrutinizing gaze, the tip of his nose eager to poke into his ugly and nasty face.

He naturally knew who those villains were, but he didn't expect that the "wanted warrant" issued by his side would help him, and he had an excuse to be persecuted and seek asylum.

But it doesn't matter.

At least someone caught it.

The thirty citizens of the Alliance who had been caught before all insisted that they were here for tourism, and they were completely fools.

It's a wasteland.

And how can anyone travel to the enemy's territory?

He didn't have any hope of prying something out of those people's mouths, hoping to open a breakthrough in this guy.

"Get in the car."

Taran breathed a sigh of relief, a relieved expression on his face.

"Thank you."

The centurion, who did not want to listen to his nonsense, pushed him and handed the man over to his own lieutenant.

A gangster in a vest hesitated and walked up to demand payment.

"Hey, that ......"

The centurion didn't even look at this blind fellow, and with a wave of his hand, he was taken away with him, and brought back as a trophy from the mission.

Morse, who was hiding in the crowd, had a gloomy face, looking at the retreating assault car, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Tony, who had been fighting with him earlier, stood next to him and lit a cigarette again.

"Centurion of the garrison, it seems that this money is not so easy to earn...... It's decided, the Iron Hand Gang quits, and you guys can play by yourself. ”

Morse glanced at him, smiling.

"I thank you."

"You don't have to thank me, you can leave it for your funeral...... No matter how small the mosquito is, it is meat, and I will take care of your territory for you. ”

The submachine gun was thrown into the younger brother's hand, and Tony looked at him mockingly, ignoring the angry glare of the hounds, and turned and led the man away.

York stared at the guy with a murderous gaze until the figure disappeared into the end of the market, then looked at his boss again, and said in a low voice.

"Boss...... Is that all there is to it? ”

Morse's eyes narrowed into a slit, and he withdrew from the direction Tony had left, looked back in the direction the assault car had left, and said word by word.

"I never trade at a loss......"

"It's not over."

Enlightenment ......

He'd lived in the city for so long, and it was the first time he'd heard of the organization.

With the word in his mouth, Morse shook his chin slightly, and turned away with a group of younger brothers.

At the same time, the roof of the building in the distance.

Watch the lively sand sculptures and laughing craftsmen finally finish eating the melon seeds in their pockets.

When he saw Taran drop his weapon and take the initiative to walk towards the Willant, the former's eyes widened in surprise and he gave a rare compliment.

"Cow...... This Hanhan has something, and he also came up with the trick of turning himself in. ”

He probably guessed what the guy was going to do.

If it's really the same as he thinks, maybe they can play a wave of cooperation.

The laughing man looked at him and asked.

"And now? What the hell are we doing. ”

"Wait for the rabbit."

Throwing the melon seed shell downstairs, the sand sculpture clapped his hands and picked up the travel bag that was set aside.

It had all his gear in place.

These include a sniper rifle disassembled into parts, a submachine gun, as well as several grenades and a drone.

As for how these things are brought in, it's also very simple.

He and his teammates beside him didn't take the usual path from the time they got off the ship, but stuck in the blind spot of the customs NPC's vision and got stuck in the bug.

"If the Enlightenment people notice them, they may step near the guard where they are being held...... Let's just go and keep an eye on the neighborhood and flag the suspicious people. ”

Laughing Maker: "What's suspicious?" ”

The sand sculpture grinned.

"An NPC that is as sneaky as we are, or the same face that appears for days on end. Make good use of drones and facial recognition ...... Don't stand stupid, it's time to go. ”

It's all in his plan!

Looking at the melon seed shells floating in the wind, the laughing craftsman sighed.

"The quality is really poor."

(End of chapter)