Outside the window is a misty street scene with a faint red light, and from this bedroom of Victor, you can see that the roof of the neighbor's fat man Sander is missing. If you continue to move your gaze, you will see that the buildings in the town are more or less crumbling and blackened. Most of these dilapidated buildings are concentrated in the front end of Reef City, and even the streets that have been cleared of snow occasionally have a shocking pit.

The snow of the white sè and the scars of the black sè constitute the hideousness of war.

Just before the storm came, Reef was attacked twice. The attack was carried out by a headache-inducing armed mob calling themselves the "DK" Corps. DK is the English abbreviation of the mob leader Dekaishi, and under the leadership of this mob leader with both the third-order abilities of the jīng ventilation element and the fire element, all that the DK Corps passed was a piece of ruin.

Looking at the scars on the buildings outside, Victor remembered it clearly. That day was the same as now, it was just dawn, and he was still reluctant to get out of bed in the bed, when the attack suddenly happened.

First, a cannonball dragging the flames fell from outside the city into the house of the blacksmith Livi in the West Block, and the explosion destroyed the three-story building that Livi had just renovated a year ago, and killed Livi and his wife and a pair of children who were still dreaming at the time. After that, there was a continuous stream of gunfire. The DK Corps came in directly from outside the city gates, and soon occupied the entire West Block, but fortunately, the Ron Company and Master reacted quickly, relying on the advantage of familiarity with the environment and the strength of the army, to drive the mob out of Fury Reef City.

It was only after that attack that Ron Corporation began to set up a jǐng guard tower outside the city of Nujiao, as well as a watchtower for surveillance. Then the DK Corps launched another attack, but this time the already prepared Reef City left them in vain.

After the second attack, a blizzard came. The wind and snow not only became a natural barrier for the DK Corps, but also restricted the movement of the mob, and no one believed that the DK Corps could fight in such an environment. After all, they are a mob gathered for profit, not a jīng sharp force of some organization.

Victor stretched, and he walked out of the bedroom to the clinic downstairs. There was a lot of snoring in the clinic, and in addition to the citizens whose houses had been destroyed in the two attacks and who had been temporarily housed in Victor's clinic, some were wounded soldiers from the Ron Company.

Since Zero's departure, Victor's clinic has also reopened. Master also sponsored a batch of medical equipment for him, plus Victor's medical skills, even if it is not as good as a big hospital, but in this small place of Angry Reef City, Victor, who can complete the operation of removing mutated tissues alone, is already a good doctor who is loved by the citizens.

After the attack of the DK Corps, Victor was responsible for treating some of the seriously injured soldiers. Although Ron also has its own medics, they are far inferior to Victor in terms of medical skills. As a result, some of the seriously wounded soldiers were sent to Victor by Ron Corporation. To this end, Ron & Co. sent a six-member team to protect the treasure house, as well as provide Victor with two female xìng medics to serve as nurses.

When Victor went downstairs, he smelled a faint aroma. It is the taste of grilled meat, and although it is an artificial food, the reason for the addition of fragrant jīng also gives off a beef-like flavor when heated at high temperatures. Victor greedily took two more puffs of meaty air, and then walked into the kitchen that had not been used in years.

When Victor's wife, Kailin, was still alive, the kitchen was his wife's world. After Kailin was captured by wolves, the depressed Victor naturally had no leisure to use this kitchen again. After that, because of Zero, Victor regained his strength. But most of his food is bought from outside, and the doctor himself does not cook, so it has been idle for a long time.

Until the arrival of two medics, one of them, an Asian woman named Hui Na, is very good at cooking. Not only is Hui Na responsible for the food of the citizens and wounded soldiers in the clinic, but even Victor's three meals are cooked by her. Hui Na's cooking techniques are indeed clever, and the same ingredients can be used in her hands to make different tricks.

On the third day of Huina's arrival, Victor fell in love with what she made. And I think if Hui Na leaves after the crisis is resolved, how will she spend her three meals in the future?

Guided by the aroma, Victor was able to touch the kitchen even with his eyes closed. When he walked into the kitchen, he happened to see Hui Na busy in the morning light. Hui Na is only about 1.60 meters tall, which is relatively short for the average height of women on the Central Continent. But she has a well-proportioned figure, and like most Asian women, Hui Na's boobs are not large.

However, the twin peaks in the shape of jade shoots are unusually strong, and without the aid of any special clothing, it can prove its pride to the world. Every time he saw Hui Na, Victor couldn't help but think that there should be many men who fantasize about holding the twin peaks with their hands. Of course, Victor is no exception. If it hadn't been the doctor before Kaylin, maybe he would have pursued Hui Na fiercely. But now Victor can only fit a woman in his heart, so he doesn't plan to find a new hostess for his clinic.

Jue Victor came in, and Hui Na smiled sweetly and said, "Mr. Victor, breakfast is almost ready, can you please go and wake up the others?"

Victor glanced fiercely at the lovely boobs and smiled, "Willing to help, ma'am." ”

Hui Na and the other companion smiled at each other, and then continued to work.

While there was a faint and warm atmosphere in Victor's clinic, Jett, a soldier on the watchtower far outside the city, was enduring the cold to the bone. Although the sky began to lighten, the snow also stopped. But the morning is the coldest part of the day. Jett is in his thirties, has been with Ron for ten years, and is a seasoned soldier.

He took a hot breath on his lips with trembling hands, and reached for the flask at his waist. The flask was fluttering, and Jett didn't want to shed a drop of wine even if he shook it. The liquor in the pot had been drunk long before he had stood guard all night, and if it weren't for the fact that the pot was high enough to burn people, Jett would have been frozen by the cold wind. But now, although he only takes a small sip at a time, the spirits in the pot are finally drunk.

Jett sighed, rubbing his hands vigorously against his body, hoping to awaken some sensations in his limbs, which were becoming numb. Then wait for the change of guard at seven o'clock and go back to the dormitory for a good night's sleep.

At that moment, the reflection of something gently pierced Jett's eyes. Although it was only for a moment, it was enough to get Jett's attention.

He immediately picked up the telescope hanging from his chest and looked in the direction of the reflection.

It was a snow mound, and the snowy mounds had been stacked on top of the wilderness under the blizzard of the previous days. It's also this kind of thing that greatly restricts the activities of the mob, otherwise Angry Reef City wouldn't be so calm these days.

There was nothing suspicious about a snow mound, just when Jett thought he was dazzled and wanted to put down his binoculars. Suddenly, he saw the snow mound move.

The tremors appeared on the snow hill, and there was a slight tremor. Then a swirling piece of black sè iron emerged from the snow mound, which "swallowed" the snow and sprayed high on both sides. In the spray of snow, a special vehicle was revealed that was roaring to work.

Snow plows!

Jett was no stranger to these vehicles, as there were two of them in Ron's company, and they cleared the snow from Reef City. Now, the same snowplows are carving out a passable path in the wilderness of snow.

Quickly moving the binoculars, Jett looked farther away. Sure enough, behind the snow plow was a bend that stretched out onto the road along the coastline. On the trail, Jett saw three modified 4x4 SUVs, as well as a large number of modified motorcycles with snow chains wrapped around their tires.

On one of the off-road vehicles, Jett saw a flag. The flag is pitch black, with a skull logo painted on it with gray paint. On the underside of the skull, the English word "D·K" is written in red sè paint.

DK Corps!

A chill passed through Jet's heart, and he was about to show jǐng. At this moment, in the binoculars, he saw a man with a sniper rifle pointed at him. The next moment, the muzzle of the sniper rifle erupted a long tongue of fire.

This is the Zuihou picture that Jett saw, and the moment the sniper rifle erupted in flames, his whole body shook.

A large tuft of blood flew out of the back of Jett's head with tiny skulls, splattering the floor of the watchtower red. Moments later, Jett's wide-eyed corpse fell into a pool of blood.

It was only after he fell that the shots of the sniper rifle rang out. The rough sound of gunfire suddenly tore through the silence of the morning, followed by a few shrill whistling in the wilderness. Several fires flew in a perfect arc in mid-air, falling into the watchtower outside the city of Fury Reef in no particular order. The flames flickered, and the blast wave blasted the makeshift towers to smithereens, along with the soldiers inside!

At this time, the remaining watchtowers began to counterattack, thus opening the curtain on the third attack of the DK Corps.

"Damn, when did the armed mob have such a luxury as a snowplow!"

One is about forty years old, and his figure cannot be called athletic, but he is very well-proportioned. A height of 178 cm is not considered tall, and his white face has a bit of a scholar's atmosphere. But such a man was full of foul mouth, and even savagely carried a high-speed cannon that needed to be fixed with a bracket and moved around the open space outside the city, and the hot metal streams pouring from the muzzle of the gun cut through the vehicles of the opposing army.

In the short split second he spoke, three motorcycles had already exploded with a bang from the fuel tank he swept. But in the smoke and flames rising from the snow, more modified motorcycles rushed out of the flames, carrying the riders on the bikes to the death to storm the defenses of Reef City.

"Rosser, come back to me!"

A loud roar came from the watchtower behind him, the roar was as rough as the roar of a wild bear, and even the ground shook slightly. When a middle-aged man named Rosser heard this, he swept shè again before running back with a high-speed cannon.

He turned around when a shrill whistling sounded in the air behind him. Rosser's face changed, and he recognized it as the characteristic sound of a shoulder-fired missile. The DK Corps is so powerful that everyone expected, even the snow plows, which are now very rare, are outrageous, and they even have destruction weapons for positional warfare.

Shoulder-fired missiles are just one of them, the other being paddle grenades. Unlike common high-explosive grenades, paddle grenades generate a strong paddle stream of up to one million volts when they explode, covering an area of 100 meters square in a jumping ring. In addition to its terrible lethality to ordinary soldiers, it can also destroy electronic equipment, paralyze the drive system of the combat vehicle, and cause unparalleled destructive power.

Shoulder-fired missiles and paddle grenades are not readily available, and in addition to having to be ordered from arsenals specializing in the production of these weapons, they also require high costs. Judging from the settlements attacked by the DK Corps, these barren settlements could not provide the DK Corps with the cost of purchasing these weapons of war.

The problem arises that a wild armed mob group with weapons that even the average company's military can't afford only suggests that they have a larger organization behind them. It's not hard to guess, the difficult thing is, who is supporting the DK Corps, and for what purpose?

But now, Rosser clearly doesn't have time to think about it. The missile had clearly locked onto him and was slamming down on him at breakneck speed.

Rosser is a fifth-order liliang and defensive ability, and he has not advanced himself, only the most basic ability. However, even with a fifth-order defense, it was not enough to face the bombardment of the missile, and at the same time, he lacked agility reinforcement and could not retreat when the missile hit. So no matter which way you look at it, he is dead when he is locked by a missile.

Only Rother knew that he couldn't die, and as long as there was that person on the watchtower, this kind of weapon that relied on data positioning couldn't kill him.

Sure enough, when the missile flew some distance and began to descend, it suddenly swayed from side to side like a drunken person. Then, the missile turned around and fell towards the positions of the DK Corps.

The motorcycles, which were speeding up, immediately exploded, and the riders hurriedly controlled the locomotive to escape in the direction of the missile's landing point, but the missile came so fast that they had just turned the head of the locomotive, and the missile had already fallen.

The earth shook violently, and in the flames that rose to the sky, countless snow was carried up, and then steamed into water vapor by the high temperature of the explosion. Water vapor mixed with smoke, enveloping the spitting flames in the shape of a mushroom in the sky.

Rother almost crawled back to the defense line of Reef City, he sat down on the snow, and looked at the black cloud in the sky in the distance and wiped a cold sweat. Suddenly, there was a figure in front of him, and as soon as Rosser raised his head, he was beaten by the old punch.

For Rosser, who was a fifth-order defense, the strength of this punch was not even qualified to tickle him, but he still cooperated to "roll" away. Rosser touched his cheek and stood up, his gaze falling on the tall Caucasian man in front of him. The man was a head taller than Rochen, and his chin was covered with blue and black stubble. He chews a cigar and wears a beret on his head, which makes him look like a battle-hardened military man.

His name is Tunguska, and he and Rosser are partners. The two founded Ron Co. to hunt alien creatures and sell them as specimens. Sometimes, Ron also took over the security and escort business. But in general, the scope of the Ron Company's business was not extensive, which was mainly limited by the number of their soldiers.

There were less than 200 soldiers in Ron Corporation, and the only ones who could do it were Tunguska and Rosser. In addition to Rosser, who is an ability in the Fighting Domain, Tunguska is also an Ability in the Perception Domain. He also did not develop the ability to advance to the next level, and the main abilities he was good at were fourth-order energy interference and teleportation.

The missile just now was interfered with by the energy of Tunguska and collapsed its positioning system, and Zuihou fell into the enemy camp and detonated. Teleportation, on the other hand, allows Tunguska to travel short distances in space, but this distance is too short, and the limit of less than 300 meters determines that this is a chicken skill. Such a short distance, not to mention the ability, even an ordinary soldier with a gun can threaten the Tunguska.

Fortunately, during the effect of this ability, no means can detect the breath of Tunguska, so it is impossible to predict where it will land, allowing Tunguska to gain a small initiative.

However, many times, Tunguska rarely used this ability.

In fact, Rosser was quite envious of his ability. It is true that if the ability of the Fighting Domain is combined with the ability of teleportation, the power will skyrocket. It's just that everyone's talents are different, and Rosser can only be envious.

Tunguska grabbed Luo Qin's collar with one hand and shouted: "Next time you want to ignore Lao Tzu's words, you will always go out to die, you just wait for someone to collect the body, bastard!"

Rosser grinned and confessed his mistake, anyway every time Tunguska said that, but every time he helped, Rosser got used to it. Suddenly, Tunguska's face changed slightly, and he pounced on Rosser.

As soon as Rosser wanted to shout that he had no strange xìng orientation, he saw a trail pass through the gap in the sandbags improvised in front of the barbed wire, and then through the barbed wire, Zuihou swept over Tunguska's thick back, plowing a long bloody streak on the big man's back.

Then, the sound of a sniper rifle sounded from a distance, far away.

Tunguska scolded with a dark face: "Damn, the shè strike distance is at least 1,500 meters, they have a great sniper!"

While Tunguska was speaking, a man in a cowboy hat lowered his sniper rifle on an off-road vehicle more than a thousand meters from the battlefield. He had a piece of hay in his mouth and was wearing a dark red leather jacket. Inside the jacket was a gray shirt with a black tie under the collar. The tie was blown up by the wind and slapped on the man's face.

He cursed nonsense, hurriedly unsheathed the tie that blocked his view, and spit out the grass roots in his mouth by the way. The hay fell to the ground, but it still grew hairs at the roots. The hairwhiskers struggled to move to grasp anything that could hold them in place.

"Leo, what the hell are you doing. Damn, don't you claim to have a good gun? Lao Tzu has spent a lot of money to invite you here, and you can't even let down a leader of the other party! If you can't do it, get out of here immediately!"

Another SUV drove up, and the man on the left side of the car with a dark red sè flame tattoo on his face yelled at the sniper.

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