"Bang!"

As a piercing gunshot pierced the silence, the battle in the radio station building officially began.

A ten-man team quickly burst into the building and engaged in an exchange of fire with the armed men stationed inside the building.

The brief exchange of fire lasted less than five minutes, and the ten-man squad that rushed into the building was blasted out by the dust of the explosion and the noise of gunfire.

Not only that, but more than half of the casualties of the originally full ten-man squad were killed, and two of the seriously wounded soldiers were carried out horizontally.

Looking at the embarrassed withdrawal of his subordinates and the wounded who were dragged out, the centurion's face was full of astonishment, and then the stunned expression turned into anger.

"A bunch of rubbish! Ten people can't catch two people, what the hell are you going to eat! ”

In the face of the chief's scolding, the ten-captain who had withdrawn from the building had panic written on his face, but he still explained stubbornly.

"It's not two people...... It's just one person, but that guy's speed is too fast, and he can't be an awakened person......"

Hearing this, the centurion's eyes narrowed.

The Awoken......

Looks like a big fish was caught.

No longer embarrassed his subordinates, he took off the communicator hanging on his shoulder and ordered in a deep voice.

"Attention the second, third, and fourth teams, it's time for you to go."

A uniform answer came from the communication channel.

"Roger!"

With the order given, the three teams of ten men swooped down again with murderous vigour.

Looking at the building that was close at hand, the centurion's mouth curled into a sinister smile.

Ten people can't get in!

That's thirty people!

He still doesn't believe that he can't kill this grasshopper!

At the same time, Taran, who was hiding in the building, was calmly changing the magazine of the assault rifle he had picked up.

One thing to say, this group of Velantes is well equipped, it is an exoskeleton and bulletproof armor, if it weren't for the penetration of the ten-master pistol, with just a PU-9, he really wouldn't necessarily be the opponent of that group of people.

However, when it comes to combat literacy, they are more than a little worse than the soldiers on the Borneo front, and the latter may be more difficult for him.

Of course, even if he has full confidence in his combat effectiveness, he has to admit that in the face of this absolute numerical disparity, his defeat is only a matter of time.

Kant could no longer count on it, the guy was unwilling to fight his own countrymen and was bent on dying.

He couldn't persuade that guy, and he didn't know how to persuade him, and he even vaguely felt in his heart that this might be the best ending.

To be honest, he didn't know what he was struggling with.

It is the honor of a hero to die as a hero.

At least tonight he is alive in the hearts of the people of Eternal Night Harbor, and he will probably not be forgotten for a long time.

However, when he thought that the NPCs in this game could not be resurrected, Taran regretted thinking about it.

He didn't want this guy to die like that.

After playing the game for so long, it was the first time he had encountered such an NPC with such an appetite.

Looking at the three teams that had come from the front and back doors, he took a light breath and grinned.

“…… After a long time, the armored car was just an ornament. ”

Maybe it was because of the city, the group of Willantes couldn't let go of their hands and feet, and the armored vehicles didn't fire at him when they were parked outside, just sending the infantry up.

Kicking open a door, Taran reached for a cupboard, lifted it out like a chicken, and threw it at the entrance to the staircase.

Loading his rifle with a click, he took a deep breath and re-prepared himself for battle, pulling the trigger the moment the dense footsteps rushed into the stairwell.

"Sudden ——!"

Between the lightning and the fire, the hand-to-hand battle begins again!

Unlike the first firefight, the Willantes' offensive this time was obviously much more cautious, and the situation on Taran's side was obviously much more difficult than before.

Looking at the flickering firelight advancing from the second floor to the third floor, the centurion standing outside the radio station finally turned into a hideous smile at the corner of his mouth.

Just as he expected.

Trapped beasts are just trapped beasts after all.

At the same time, not far from him, the commander-in-chief of the garrison, Captain Willoughby, was anxious like an ant on a hot pot, constantly wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Although at this moment, he wanted to tear up the Kant who opened the live broadcast for him, but he knew very well that the life or death of that guy was no longer important, the important thing was how to deal with the aftermath.

Now most of the Willantes in Eternal Night Harbor know what the placebo medicine given to veterans by the logistics department of the Ministry of General Affairs is, and how the big guys make money from the insurance of wounded soldiers through those expensive hallucinogens that have no therapeutic effect.

The answer to why the wounded soldiers could not be properly accommodated is already being answered.

Because their money is spent in inexplicable places and ends up in the pockets of those who have a vested interest.

Those small pills that are popular in the black market of Eternal Night Harbor are not because of the alliance's "strategic dumping" at all, but because of the "Sharon" that is flooding the market.

The gang members collected the surplus of placebos from the veterans, while also taking goods from the logistics department to make more potent "snake oil" and drain the last drop of oil from the survivors of Eternal Night Harbor.

Whether it's the Willantes or the aliens in Blackwater Alley, everyone is a victim of this systematic exploitation!

Looking at Governor Yahui, whose expression was becoming more and more unkind, Willoughby's face became more and more desperate.

Maybe he won't have to wait until the sun rises tomorrow, and he'll have to throw the hat off his head.

Before I knew it, there were suddenly many more people on the street who had nothing to do with the commotion.

The vast majority of these people were Willantes, some of whom were drunken drunkards and some of whom had come out of their homes.

At first, Willoughby only thought that these guys were here to see the fun, and didn't take it seriously.

It wasn't until more and more people gathered in the street, and the expressions written on his face became more and more unfriendly, that Willoughby suddenly realized that greater trouble was coming.

Looking at Yahui's eyes towards him, Willoughby could only call a few guards to follow him, stepped forward stubbornly, and shouted at the crowd that was gathering more and more.

"What are you doing standing here! This is not the place to see the excitement, go back to your house! ”

The sound did not disperse the crowd, but brought it closer and closer.

A veteran stepped forward, pointed at Willoughby with his red rosacea, and said in a questioning tone.

"You're Willoughby."

In normal times, Willoughby would never bow his head to an alcoholic, but the crowd around him forced him to lower his posture and say in a communicative tone.

"It's me...... What's wrong? ”

The veteran asked in an unceremonious tone, pointing to his nose.

"Then let me ask you, are you telling the truth?"

Willoughby's expression froze, and beads of sweat the size of beans broke out of his temples, but he still pretended to be calm and explained.

“…… It was the situation, the idiot who forced me to say it, and you should have heard it if you had turned on the radio, and he threatened me with a bomb...... Threaten your boss. ”

The expression on the veteran's face did not change, and he was still staring at him directly.

"You're not denying it, so it's the truth, right?"

"I-"

Willoughby was about to defend himself when a bottle flew out of the crowd and nearly hit him in the head.

The guards who followed him hurriedly stepped forward and stopped the increasingly agitated crowd.

At the same time, a shout was heard from the crowd.

"Traitor! You betrayed the Willantes! Betrayed our marshal too! ”

"I didn't—"

"Then let the people inside! One more open confrontation! ”

"That's right! Let the people go! ”

The roar was like the waves of the ocean, lapping the chests of the guards in waves.

Facing the indignant compatriots, the guards all had hesitant expressions on their faces.

They are also Willantes.

Not only that, but many of them, like Kant, are also veterans who have retired from the front line.

And the questions Kant asked on the radio were also questions that they had been thinking about for many years.

It's not so much that they don't have the courage to face the crowd, but that they wonder why they stand against their fellow citizens instead of standing with them.

Looking at the crowd approaching step by step, Willow was speechless, and his heart became more and more frightened.

He had no doubts.

If you are caught by these guys, you will definitely be torn to pieces by them!

At this moment, a piercing whistle sounded not far away, and five troop transports stuck in the open way of an armored vehicle to the edge of the crowd.

They were the 200th of the city defense army who had come to reinforce them.

No one expected that a small radio station would be so able to defend it, and a team of 100 soldiers gnawed for more than ten minutes, but they didn't gnaw down the building.

Under pressure from the Ministry of General Affairs, the commander of the city defense army sent a team of 100 men and allowed them to blast the building with explosives if necessary.

The armored car, which was blocked outside the crowd, poked its head out and shouted at the crowd with a horn.

"Let's go ahead and watch the lively people! You've blocked the way! ”

The centurion, squatting in an armored car, apparently did not figure out the situation.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't shout, as soon as he shouts out, the crowd around him instantly boils, and they crowd in front of the armored car and refuse to give way.

Looking at the littering garbage and bottles, the centurion hurriedly closed the top cover of the armored car's turret and retracted into the vehicle.

"Ceasefire!"

"Let go!!"

A deafening roar penetrated the car's body, and the steel plates trembled faintly.

Looking at the indignant faces outside the observation window, the crew members of the armored car all had a ghostly expression, exchanging surprised glances with each other.

"......"

"Are these guys crazy?!"

It was not only the soldiers who rushed to reinforce who were stunned, but also the soldiers who were stalemate on the front line.

They can be sure that their opponent is only one person.

However, it was the madman who repelled their attacks five times with the two assault rifles he snatched in his hand!

If they did despise that guy at the beginning, they were suspected of releasing water, but in the next few rounds of attacks, they all showed their real skills, but they still failed to attack the third floor.

The battle was stalemate for a while.

Looking at the group of dejected wounded, the centurion in command had a crooked nose.

He strode in front of Captain Willoughby, and he didn't care about any rank or not, and yelled at him.

"Have your guards chase those people out of the way! Our reinforcements can't get to the scene! ”

Pointed at his nose by a centurion, Willoughby was furious, but there was nothing he could do.

Who wants the other side to be in the army?

And he was just a garrison, he was organized in a local department, and he was not even a local army.

Holding back the fire in his heart, he roared in a deep voice.

"I know, I've already given the order...... But I don't have enough manpower, do you know how many people are crowded on the street outside?! ”

Centurion: "Then bring in some more people!" ”

Willoughby said angrily.

"I'm only a captain, and I don't really have 10,000 people on my hands! I've transferred all the guards in the city, and they're all blocked outside and can't get in! You're angry at me, why don't you ask your boss to figure out a way! ”

There were 20,000 or 30,000 citizens gathered outside.

At first they just blocked one street, but now they are all blocking the street!

Now that the entire city's guards have been removed from this city, he is most worried about the security of other cities rather than this radio station.

It's hard to guarantee that no one will take advantage of the fire to rob at this time, and once something happens at that time, it will have to be blamed on him in the end.

He's had enough trouble and doesn't want to add some more inexplicable charges to himself.

"!"

Looking at his subordinates, who continued to suffer casualties, the centurion cursed, pulled out the gun at his waist and walked to the front of the crowd.

Willoughby was startled when he saw this, and instinctively wanted to go up and stop it, but it was too late.

"No ——!"

"Spread them all out for me! If you don't want to die, don't come here! It's against you! ”

The red-eyed centurion fired a shot into the sky, and it was the shot that completely angered the crowd that was in a stalemate with the guards.

They are Willantes.

The genes that are not afraid of death flow in their veins, and how many bullets can there be in the pistol magazine?

The veterans who rushed to the front knew much more than these rookies, and immediately pounced when they heard the gunshots, and the originally stable front was instantly rushed away.

In the face of the angry crowd, the guards finally chose to surrender, and since they did not shoot the whole time, the people did not bother them too much, and only rushed to the centurion who had fired.

Looking at the surging crowd, Captain Willoughby's face was imprinted with complete despair.

Including Governor Yahui, who was hiding in the reconnaissance car, he had never seen such a battle, he was already frightened, and he just urged the driver to drive and crash towards a place with few people.

Taran, who had been shot several times, squatted on the fourth floor of the radio station, looking at the boiling crowd outside the window, with a surprised expression on his face, and unconsciously chanted "it" in his mouth.

Kant did not call on his compatriots to unite, but when he spoke up for them, his compatriots did not choose to stand by and stood up for him.

Taran now understands why these big noses are able to overturn the War Construction Committee that inherited the entire inheritance of the People's Federation......

The genes engraved in their veins are not just killing, but also honor and dignity.

The people of Willant will never abandon their heroes.

They are saved......

"This fight was not in vain...... Gotcha, haha, it's worth it! ”

Glancing at the gunshot wound on his body, Taran smiled, and suddenly understood the phrase "don't care too much about the sequence level" that veteran players often say, otherwise they will miss a lot of things.

Maybe it wasn't really Versailles, but what they felt after countless deaths.

They have left countless indelible traces in this world, and this has gone beyond those pale numbers.

Standing up from the ground with the butt of his gun propped up, Taran wondered what was going on with him, and that it would be better to find a place to dispose of his body.

At this moment, a familiar shout suddenly came from downstairs.

“…… Head! Are you on it? ”

"There's a guy named Junichiro Laughkawa who said you were in trouble and called for us to pick you up!"

"Squeak alive."

Hearing the voice, Taran was stunned for a moment, and then his face showed ecstasy.

"Grass! Lao Tzu's fight is over, you can be regarded as coming! ”

……

Blackwater Lane, the "last game" casino.

Normally, the largest casino in Eternal Night Harbor is crowded when it gets dark, but tonight there is a rare sign at the door that says closed.

The gamblers, with gold coins in their pockets, swam back and forth in front of the door, but saw that the gate showed no sign of opening, and then they returned in a huff.

At the same time, in the VIP room on the roof of the casino building, a man with a high nose was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed.

He held a communicator in his hand, and his face was full of gloom.

After a few moments, he cursed under his breath and dropped the communicator on the table.

"Shit, what a bunch of shit...... I can't even do this little thing! ”

Looking at the furious man, Tony, who was standing on the side, didn't dare to take a breath, let alone interject to say a word, only waited quietly with a flattering smile on his face.

This man's name is Peter, and his identity is very good, although he is only a commander in rank, but he is the secretary of the head of the General Affairs Department of the Borneo Theater of Operations.

Even the Governor of Nevernight Harbor would have to give this guy a few points, let alone a ruffian like Tony. Hooligans.

In front of this big man, he didn't even have the qualifications to sit and speak.

By the way, it is worth mentioning that the man sitting in front of him is not his real backer.

The big man who supported him never showed his face in front of him at all, and he always talked to the people below to settle the troubles outside of business for him, and at the same time was responsible for collecting money.

And this Peter is also the highest status he has ever seen.

Tony can only guess who is behind him based on his own guesses, and even if he guesses, he doesn't dare to say it openly, let alone let the backer do things for him.

Those people are just eyeing his estate, hoping to do something with his hand, and on this basis, they will give him some convenience.

If he's asking too much, or it's too much trouble, those people just don't mind changing to a cleaner glove.

In fact, if it hadn't been for something unexpected in business, Peter wouldn't have come here himself.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that a few hours after he left the Governor's Mansion on his front foot, there was a big mess on the garrison's side.

Kidnapped by his own men......

It's better to take a gun and kill yourself!

And that's not all, the broadcast sparked anger in Eternal Night Harbor, causing reinforcements to be blocked in the streets.

And the army that had already arrived at the scene was not very smart, and a team of 100 people was stunned that they could not defeat a radio station, and could only watch the matter get bigger and bigger.

Peter took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and then turned his gaze off Tony, who was standing aside.

"How's the snake grass going?"

Seeing Peter talking to him, Tony hurriedly said with a smile on his face.

"Don't worry, my lord, it's all done! The warlords of Snake Prefecture will open up a special route for us, and the customs here in Eternal Night Harbor have also been checked! In the future, we can directly use snake grass to process snake oil, and we don't need to use those small pills to purify it...... Although our processing plant suffered some losses, it did not affect us much. ”

After a pause, Tony lowered his voice again.

"And as you commanded...... We got the Borneo laborers out of the Katnod prison and took them to the suburbs to dispose of them. ”

That factory was neither the property of the Logistics Department nor the Ministry of General Affairs, but it belonged to someone in the chain of interests.

By improving the production process and production process, they only bypassed the logistics department, but they did not bypass anyone in this chain of interests.

It's just the raw materials that change.

They can produce more addictive "snake oil" more efficiently without having to collect prescription drugs from the back office from veterans.

Because of the change in the relationship between supply and demand, they hope that those veterans will eat the "sharon" that there is no place to put it, open up the market for the more effective "snake oil", and make another profit from the pensions of those veterans.

After all, the vast majority of the wealth of the Southern Legion was concentrated in the hands of the Wilantes, and it was too inefficient to extract the dinar from the hands of the aliens.

Not only that, but they also no longer needed the Brahmani laborers.

They know too much.

And they've already shown their faces, and it's going to be a hassle to go to jail again for the same reason.

Instead of giving them a ticket home, it is better to pay a sum of money directly to the warlord behind them, and then ask the latter to send a new batch of laborers.

Anyway, the most important thing in Borneo Province is people, so it will be good to send it with snake grass when the time comes.

Hearing that the matter had been done, Peter breathed a sigh of relief and nodded quietly.

"Not bad."

Tony smiled.

"I'll do it, don't worry!"

After two more appreciative glances at the good dog, Peter grinned, and his heart suddenly moved, and he continued.

"yes, then I'll ask you to do something."

Tony looked solemn and said respectfully.

"Don't worry, my lord, as long as it is what you order, I will do my best to do it!"

Peter smiled faintly and commanded.

"In the northwest city, there was some chaos in the neighborhood near the radio station, and a group of drunks who were too drunk blocked the road. You bring some people over, remember to bring the guys, create some chaos and blow people away, so that our troops can get in. ”

Tony was stunned.

"Is that all?"

"That's all." Taking a sip of the black tea on the table, Peter said softly, "You can kill a few people, but don't die too much, and don't do it in front of the garrison and the army...... Otherwise, you prepare a few substitutes for the dead ghosts, and you can do what you do. ”

The Willantes are reluctant to shoot at their fellow citizens, and they will be done with a group of aliens.

He doesn't have that many obsessions.

Those who should be killed still have to be killed, and they must not be merciful just because there are unarmed civilians on the other side.

Reading Peter's eyes, Tony nodded knowingly and smiled.

"Understood!"

This kind of thing is not too easy for him, just arrange a few gunmen to stand in the distance and make a sudden attack, and then rush up and throw a few Molotov cocktails.

But this guy is really ruthless.

The northwest city should be inhabited by the Willant, and his younger brother usually walks around there, let alone going there to make trouble, and he doesn't even dare to stay in that place.

Just as Tony was about to arrange the matter, there was a loud explosion outside the window.

Hearing this movement, everyone in the room was stunned, and their expressions froze on their faces.

At the same time, unbridled laughter came from afar, mixed with arrogant shouting.

"Tony——! Hahahaha! Your grandfather is coming to your funeral! ”

Hearing the mad dog's bark, Tony's face changed instantly, and he hurriedly walked to the window.

As he expected, the hyena gang madman was standing directly across the street.

And his old rival Morse is carrying the latest "Tear" light machine gun in his hand at the moment.

Seeing the muzzle of the gun coming at him, Tony hurried out of the window, taking off the walkie-talkie tied to his waist and yelling at the casino thugs.

"Damn, stop that madman! Don't let him lean over!! ”

At the same time, a shuttle of bullets swept towards the window, leaving a string of bullet holes in the ceiling with a crackling crackling sound.

Dodging to the corner of the room, Peter looked at Tony half-crouched on the ground in amazement, and exclaimed in shock and anger.

"What's going on out there?"

"Morse," Tony's lips turned white with anger, gritting his teeth, "it's the Hyena Gang...... Those idiots got on the line of the garrison, like they had taken the wrong medicine, and by the way, the factories on our outskirts were blown up by these guys! ”

Peter's eyes widened with an expression of disbelief.

Garrison?

How dare those soft-footed shrimp in the garrison-

As soon as he thought this, the ghostly laughter came from outside the window.

“…… Unexpectedly, Lao Tzu is now a disciple of the Enlightenment Society, and Lao Tzu also has a backer! Hahahaha! ”

"Do you dare to come out and fight with Lao Tzu in a dignified manner!"

…… Enlightenment?

What's that?!

Peter's brain was down for a long time, and he didn't react for a while.

But after all, he is a thousand-commander, so he will not be frightened by a group of villains.

Knocking Tony out of the room, he cleanly locked the door, then calmly picked up the communicator that had fallen on the table and pressed a few buttons.

Sticking the communicator to his ear, he gave the order succinctly.

“…… I'm in a bit of trouble here, so I'm sending a purge team over. ”