At night, the city, which had been silent for a whole day, seemed to come to life.

At two o'clock in the night, a fluctuating black shadow, loose bricks, and the pit rose and fell slightly, and the sound of breaking the air sounded quickly and briefly, followed by a sharp and dying chirp, but very slight, and was quickly obscured; Then, in the silence of the night, there was a faint sound of chewing.

Ye Suqin hid behind the ruins, curled up as much as he could, and the huge cement prefabricated slab collapsed and pressed against the root of a section of the wall, forming a small space that could only accommodate one person.

The cloak used for camouflage shuffled off and was carefully draped over the torso.

At night, the city was bitterly cold, but no one had the courage to light a bonfire.

Although the tactical suit is close to the body and warm enough, it still provides limited help in the environment of minus temperatures, in the ruins where the wind is howling.

Slowly but surely, the frozen fingers broke off the corner of the biscuit, stuffed it into the mouth, and chewed it carefully. He chewed it very slowly and meticulously, as if he wanted to crush the half of the compressed biscuit into powder before swallowing it.

Eating is another way to maintain body temperature, and of course it's even better if you have alcohol.

Unfortunately, the taste of wine can easily drift to a distance of several meters, but the special compressed dry food does not, and when you think about it, it seems that the spirits that ward off the cold are not sweet.

After all, in this era, there are more than hundreds of metamorphoses that rely entirely on their sense of smell for predation. In a sense, their noses are even sharper than those of professionally trained retrievers.

Da Da Da ......

A few tracer bullets whizzed through the darkness at the end of the field of vision, followed by a chaotic swear and a counterattack.

Discernible from the footsteps, it was a group of more than ten mercenaries, dressed in tattered jackets and carrying old-fashioned rifles, and began to fire back against the favorable terrain.

On the roof of a convenience store in an independent three-story building, a black gun barrel is exposed on the back of a huge billboard, spitting flames at a constant rhythm, and from time to time people scream and fall down from time to time 200 meters away.

With the military qualities of the cadets, they absolutely know how much trouble it can cause to open fire undisguised in the dark, especially since there is no gun component on the muzzle to cover the muzzle flame, which will make it shine like a morning star in the dark night.

But there is only one reason left for doing this, and that is - traps.

The convenience store where the blocking position was located was in the middle of an intersection, surrounded by an open area, and there were no ruins or slightly intact buildings in the vicinity that surpassed it, at least within a diameter of five hundred meters, and there was no better sniper position.

At a distance of 500 meters, no sniper can complete the sniper killing of the rooftop firing position in the blind night, which is also a guarantee that they have no fear.

The rest of the strategy method, in addition to using human lives to consume the opponent's ammunition, is left with the option of heavy firepower bombing. And the expensive heavy firepower is exactly what the wilderness refugees lack.

The New Era Rifle RT-2000 is supported by a triangular bracket and stably erected on the outer edge of the cement pier on the roof, Daniel easily operates with his right hand, and even the heavy butt is not against his shoulder, and every roar will make the whole body of the gun shake violently, which is obviously easy to see, such shooting, accuracy can not be guaranteed at all.

The ridge of the gun was inlaid with luminous sights, and under the green field of vision, white figures were shaking. The flap on the side of the gun is a combination of life detection and thermal sensing, and as the muzzle of the gun moves, a large crosshaired white line accurately traps one target after another hiding behind the wreckage of the building, and then pulls the trigger, and the armor-piercing projectile can easily penetrate the masonry obstruction, unless the unlucky encounter with the rebar.

In a sense, it might be more appropriate to say that this was a targeted massacre, or a blood party.

Daniel had a cigar in his mouth, leaning comfortably on the single sofa, which was a bit old, and the epidermis on it was so peeling off that it was revealing the flocculent sponge inside, and it was generally not very comfortable to sit on, and he had to worry about when it would fall apart. But this is already the best chair that can be found nearby.

Rayco was lying on a beach chair, a foldable beach chair that had been brought from the camp, and judging by their relaxed expressions, coming here was more of a vacation than a fight.

This group is currently the largest group of students, with five people, almost half of the participants, and everyone knows that if you don't consider the bullet in the back, the huddle situation is the best choice at the moment.

The wind was a bit chilly at night.

Rayco, on the other hand, had an open chest, a tactical vest and a pair of whitish-white jeans underneath, both of which were obviously not resistant to the cold, but he was not affected in the slightest, but rather roamed in the slightest.

The table with a missing leg on the side swayed in the wind, and in addition to the open lid of the canned luncheon meat, there was beer and whiskey. The electric grill is glowing scarlet, and this new-age barbecue grill with a high concentration of battery liquid can cook the pieces of meat on top in three minutes, sprinkle with cumin and paprika, and fill the mouth with a rich, spicy and soft mouthful.

Yes, this way, they really came for vacation, not war.

Daniel let out another strange cry of excitement, and at the muzzle of his gun, a frightened outcast, who had broken his thigh, was climbing on the cracked road, with a straight pool of blood behind him.

On the thermal display, another figure rushed out, trying to rescue the little guy who had broken his leg, Daniel did not hesitate to pull the trigger, a shot missed, hit the side of the guy trying to rescue, the earth and rocks flew into the sky, and then smashed down irregularly, the guy was obviously hit by a fist-sized stone, screamed, and lay on the ground.

Daniel mobilized the muzzle again.

"Hey, hey, stop, Daniel, stop." The tall, thin cadet lay on the perimeter of the railing, looked at the night vision binoculars for a moment, and then quickly beckoned him to stop shooting.

Daniel looked back in confusion, only to see the tall thin man licking his lips and smiling lewdly, "It's a girl." ”

"Damn, I've hit the jackpot." When Ricco heard this, he became excited, picked up the walkie-talkie on the table and called, "Eighteen, this is number nine, please answer when you hear it." ”

"This is the eighteenth, what are the orders?"

"At nine o'clock, there is a woman at a hundred and twenty meters, bring her back."

"Okay, please wait."

The door to the first-floor convenience store was slammed open, and a figure rushed out and swerved through the masonry rubble at a swift pace. There were several points of fire in the shadows around them, and the short sound of the automatic rifle rang out, firing bullets at the leaping figure.

Open!

The roar of the RT-2000 overwhelmed the sound of the automatic rifles, and although it was a new-age weapon, with ample improvements in silence, the oversized caliber of nine millimeters and the power far beyond that of ordinary rifles made this effort in vain.

Every gunshot means a break from the firepower.

Daniel put away his previous cynical attitude, and picked up the rifle to shoot seriously, his accurate shooting level is quite exquisite, within two hundred meters, there are no bullets, plus modules such as heat induction, those guys who hide in various hidden corners and are self-contained, in his eyes are just one target after another.

"Six o'clock." Someone whispered that it was the only computer expert on the team of five, who was not tall, wore wide-rimmed glasses, and had messy hair, as decadent as a home-based teenager of the old days.

At the moment, he was sitting on the dirty floor with his feet crossed, and on his lap was a notebook-style tactical terminal, and at this moment he actually had the leisure to play an RPG game on this thing, a "Final Fantasy" series that was more popular thirty years ago, and at the moment he was racking his brain to fight bosses.

In the corner of the display, there is a real-time moving image of a small team of twenty people entering an old-fashioned building with half of its roof off from a corridor under the cover of darkness.

The boy then pressed the red button on the computer's operating pad.

There was a faint buzz in the sky in the distance, and a small missile with a tail flame broke away from the drone as a carrier and crashed headlong into the old building at six o'clock, almost as soon as the front foot of the group entered the room; In a window with a hole open.

A bright orange-red fireball erupted in the silent night. The entire building trembled violently, countless dust, smoke and masonry flew everywhere, and the rising gunpowder smoke could be seen from several kilometers away.

The drone in the sky circled a few times, then pulled up again and flew towards nine o'clock. In fact, before leaving, the hot image on the camera on the abdomen showed that there were at least seven live mouths.

"Rayco, there are a few more alive, I'll leave them to you." The abandoned boy stared intently at the screen playing the game, and greeted weakly, but this gesture did not arouse Rako's disgust, but instead laughed heroically and lifted the heavy Gatling multi-barrel machine gun from his feet.

This heavy weapon, which weighs up to 120 kilograms, can be called chicken ribs on the battlefield, not only to bear its excess weight, but also to carry its huge bullet load.

Rao was so, and Rako lifted the weapon with a violent aesthetic with one hand, as easily as if he were carrying a metal rod.

It's just a simple aim, and to be honest, this type of weapon doesn't really need to be aim, and the rate of fire of 6,000 rounds per minute is enough for it to cover an entire building. Rayco smiled wickedly, snapped the button, and the six barrels spun rapidly under the linkage of the main axle rings, and the barrage of stormy bullets poured out, and the surrounding of the bare building swept up with dust.

After just three minutes of shooting, the already battered building could no longer withstand the pressure and collapsed.

Rako uses a very destructive steel core bullet, and the new era has made breakthroughs in the research of gunpowder, and the power of the bullet has increased by a few more than the old era.

Ryko casually smashed the machine gun to the ground, and there were bullet casings all under his feet, almost piling up into a small hill, and the weapon fell down, and the bullet casings flew away. He took a cigar out of his pocket and lit it, inhaled comfortably, and let the smoke slowly come out after a full circle in his lungs.

"Cool, really special mother's cool."

The rest were noncommittal. In fact, if it is purely to deal with a few living people, there is no need to make such a big move, the only purpose of this is to deter, not only to deter those who are ready to move, but also to deter some competitors who are hiding in the shadows and snickering.

Sure enough, on the computer screen, under the cameras installed everywhere, a dozen teams of mercenaries chasing this side stopped hesitantly.

The weapons and equipment that have surpassed an entire era have made them hesitate, and it is obvious that if they move forward so recklessly, it is likely that what happened to those guys in front of them will be the fate they will face.

It seems that these 3,000 yuan are not easy to earn.

"Idiot," the fight was in full swing at the end of the field of vision, and it was obviously impossible not to attract Ye Suqin's attention. At this moment, he was crawling on a certain high-rise building more than 1,100 meters away from them.

Such a distance, the liveliness and splendor over there, in Ye Suqin's eyes, were just a few points the size of fireflies, and he had to use a high-powered telescope to see more clearly, but in the night environment, the so-called clarity was a large blurred shadow.

Ye Suqin was noncommittal to his colleagues who had been overly lively at the beginning, but Raike's extremely arrogant face still made him subconsciously disgusted.

He got up and sat down behind the concrete protective board, and carefully put down the backpack on his body, the whole process was slow and steady, and even the backpack full of various metal objects did not make even the slightest sound when it touched the ground.

He unzipped it, took out a kettle and a box of capsules from it, took out a water-green capsule from it and gently put it in his mouth, unscrewed the lid of the kettle, and took a sip to take it.

Gradually, the body temperature dropped sharply in a straight line, the heart beat no longer as violently as before, and a layer of frost gradually formed on the hands, face, and even the coat.

"The wind of the night is cold to the bone."

Ye Suqin, who was staring at the sky, secretly thought badly in his heart, and then crawled on the ground again with light movements, picked up the SVD, took off the magazine on it, and took out the top ordinary bullet from it, he hesitated for a moment, took out a bullet with a striking red mark on its head from his pocket, and pressed it in.

SVD stood up, cold muzzle facing outward, frost-covered palms firm, slowly pulling the bolt, loading a bullet, through the sights, it was only pitch black in the distance, only a few spark-like lights, and he aimed his crosshair at one of them.

After doing all this, Ye Suqin closed his eyes quietly, took a nap, his breathing gradually became slow, his brain was blank, and after a dozen breaths, his ink-pupiled eyes opened again, and a pool of lake water was replaced by hideousness.

..............

At the same time, Eighteen is making a short sprint between the ruins and the road with his excellent tactical moves.

Eighteen, who was hurrying at high speed, suddenly came to a standstill without warning, and in front of him was a passageway, and on the side, a hunter with a rifle was walking against the wall without noticing.

The two staggered, and Eighteen slammed into it.

The hunter still had a dazed and unflapped face that had encountered an unexpected situation, and the next second, his face darkened, and his mouth was snorting open, but there was no sound, and in the last stage of his life, it could be seen that he was trying to give an early warning, but his throat had been cut off, and blood was flowing out.