[ Full Server Announcement: Congratulations to player "Badass Bunny" for completing the first kill against Deathclaw! ]
[ Since the player chooses to make it public, this achievement will enter the Hall of Fame. ]
Aviatium Aerospace Experimental Base.
The players who were cleaning the battlefield received these two messages from the VM almost at the same time.
Almost at the same time, all players looked dumbfounded.
"What the hell?"
"Bunny Boss???"
"Nimma, isn't this guy captured?"
"What's the situation with this hostage? It's fine to run out by yourself, why did you grab the first kill?"
"Bad review! Strongly request to plan another group performance next time!"
"Woooooo, my first kill."
500 meters away from the experimental base.
Double decked roof.
Looking at the VM on his arm, Walker's eyes widened, with an expression of disbelief.
"Damn it, Bunny is really too much!"
It's fine to escape it by yourself, but why the hell killed a Deathclaw?
As for the four-meter-tall monster with claws wishing it were as long as a leg, Walker really couldn't figure out what posture Bunny used to turn it over.
"It's probably the one we met in the morning. I remember that before we came out, the Deathclaw seemed to have been blasted to pieces by the predators with the bazooka." Tomorrow tried to analyze.
"That's outrageous enough!" Walker sighed with emotion, "Hey, it's said that the power system is just the early stage sequence, but the early stage is too long, right?"
The combat distance is getting longer and longer, and the perception system is almost on the verge of getting out of the league!
If nerve connection equipment is not popularized, the intelligence department will be boiled to death!
The presence of physique and agility is not stronger than that, and the position of the second spot takes turns once in while.
Only the power system has been strong from the 0.1 to 0.9 version, the upgrade is fast, and the fights are fierce. Even if it is moving bricks, one trip is more than others.
Is there any reason for this?
If it weren't for Bunny being one of his own, Walker would probably be the same as the lemon spirits on the forum, clamoring for a knife.
"Uh, maybe before level 10 is considered the early stage?" Tomorrow's expression was also a little subtle.
It's really embarrassing to talk about it.
Every time the version is updated, he predicts that the intellectual game is about to rise, and the result is predicted from version 0.5 to 0.9. The whole sequence seems to be forgotten by the game developer.
What about implanting prosthetics? What about neural connection devices?
The power department's are Strengthening crazily, but what about them?
Sure enough, muscles are the theme of this game!
"Hey, let Bunny send a red envelope when you log off!"
Tomorrow nodded.
"Must, definitely let him make a big one!"
Walker said impatiently.
"How long do we have to wait here? Can I kill that mutant hyena squatting in the corner? I've been watching it baring its teeth for a long time."
Tomorrow glanced at VM.
"I haven't received any new missions yet, but judging from the green dots on the map, our people have completely controlled the battlefield...just wait."
Anyway, the equipment that broke out in the team battle belongs to the collective, let them clean the battlefield.
It's not bad to touch fish here for a while.
However, just as Tomorrow was thinking about it, he and Walker's VM received a new task at the same time.
To be precise, not only the two of them, but also Gale, who received the task at the same time, was responsible for watching over their chrysanthemums.
[ Task: Go to the target area to establish a reconnaissance point. ]
[ Reward: 50 War Points.]
"What's the matter, isn't the battle over yet?" Walker looked at Tomorrow involuntarily with a dazed expression on his face.
He does it every time he doesn't know what's going on.
But this time, Tomorrow was also a little confused.
"Don't look at me, I'm not Light. After rational analysis, this battle should be over...but I'm not sure if there will be another one."
Who knows? Maybe Light is working overtime recently and has no time to take care of them. Other planners show that they are developing too fast, so it is not impossible to target them.
Isn't there another planner called "Popo"?
However, Tomorrow still prefers to believe Light's statement that the plot and tasks in the game are completely dynamically generated by the server AI, just like the setting of the ancient MM online game novels, and the planning generally does not interfere with the game process.
As for non-interference at all, that's unlikely. Just like the so-called "100% true", this kind of nonsense is also put in advertisements, so no one really believes it, right?
Tomorrow cut to the map, swiped his index finger on the VM's screen, and quickly found the mission marker.
There seems to be an amusement park, located about 10 kilometers north of the Aviatium Aerospace Ecological Experiment Base. Not to mention the question of whether it is far or not, the location is almost to the southern suburbs of Caxton City!
It's an unexplored area, no one has ever gone that far from the spawn point.
"Can I save a file first? I managed to kill two of them." Apparently, Walker also noticed the location of the mission beacon on the map, with a weeping expression on his face.
"It's probably impossible to save it. We are at least 16 kilometers away from the resurrection point, and it is more than 30 kilometers every time we go back and forth..."
Tomorrow's Adam's apple moved, swallowed and continued.
"Anyway, let's meet up with Bunny first."
...
At the same time, an outpost 16 kilometers away from the front line.
Bringing Karunas and three bodyguards, Mr. Brown, wearing a coat, hurried here from the farm against the wind and snow.
"I am the farmer of Brown Farm, and I have come to discuss the countermeasures against the Bone Chew's invasion of the northern suburbs of Spring City. Here is my invitation letter...Why are you here?"
When he saw the people surrounding the south gate of the outpost, Brown was dumbfounded.
No one else is standing here.
It was the ones he drove away from his living room before!
"This is too coincidental."
Looking at Brown, the scar-faced man put his arms around his chest, whistled at him, and continued in a teasing tone.
"I didn't expect that although our old landlord said that the blue coat was unreliable, his body was unexpectedly honest."
"Can you only spit out these few words?"
Annoyance flashed across Mr. Brown's face.
Karunas, who was standing behind him, took half a step forward, staring at the scarred man with a sinking face, with her hands on her waist.
Not paying attention to this man's actions at all, the scar-faced man looked at him leisurely, his eyes slightly narrowed.
The atmosphere at the scene gradually became tense.
The two guards standing at the door have already set their eyes on the confronting people, ready to physically persuade them to fight at any time.
At this moment, Mr. Brown suddenly glimpsed out of the corner of his eye an old man walking out of the south gate.
The old man looked familiar, but Mr. Brown couldn't remember where he had seen this face.
Strange. Can't remember at all!
Just as Mr. Brown was distracted, a middle-aged man wearing a hunting cap stepped forward and nodded slightly to the old man standing at the door.
"My humble servant is Tommy from the Redmoon community. Please allow me to meet with your manager. I have something very important to discuss with him!"
The scar-faced man also stood up.
"Nolan, from Road Town, I also want to meet your manager, for the matter of the Bone Chew Tribe."
Afraid of letting him down, the man with a round head and belly quickly stepped forward and said.
"Red Train Station, Dolu... Please help us because we are all survivors in the northern suburbs of Spring City."
The others also said similar things, looking at Old Luka with longing in their eyes.
Mr. Brown, who was squeezed out, and Karunas and a group of guards who were following behind him, had a bewildered expression on their faces at the moment.
Who exactly was invited?
Old Luja didn't take sides with anyone.
Although there were more than ten people more than the original plan, he still received them with the identity and attitude of the master butler according to the order of the manager.
"Master Manager has left the gate for a while, and he has to come back later. If you are willing to wait for him for a while, please come in with me."
At the same time as he finished speaking, Old Luka looked over the crowd and glanced at Mr. Brown in the back row.
His expression didn't change at all, and he said in a businesslike manner.
"You are Mr. Brown, please come in too."
"OK."
Brown nodded quickly, and walked into the outpost with the other survivors.
On the way to the reception room.
Brown kept wondering where he had seen this face, and finally he couldn't help but winked at Karunas, beckoning him to come closer, and whispered to him in a low voice.
"Is that Manager's butler? Or is it someone else... I feel that he looks familiar."
Karunas smiled wryly in her heart. Of course, he knew why Mr. Brown felt familiar, but he was afraid of being blamed, so he could only pretend to be a fool.
"I don't know, my lord. The last time I came here to deliver a message to you, it was the first time I saw him...Maybe you recognized the wrong person?"
Although he was suspicious of this sentence, Mr. Brown really couldn't remember where he had seen it before, so he didn't ask any more questions, and just said something casually.
"Maybe."
...
A group of people came to the reception room.
The environment here is very simple, and the most expensive things are probably the bear skin on the ground and the radio on the wooden table next to it.
Mr. Brown recognized the radio.
He had been a guest at the home of the old mayor on Beit Street, and the covenant of mutual defense was even signed in the old mayor's study.
Mr. Brown still remembers the sound of Boulder's "Get Rich" on the radio—the one about camu planting tips.
It is precisely because of this that Mr. Brown felt a little restless.
Although he sent a batch of grain here in time at that time, no one can guarantee that the lord here will not suddenly remember this and use it as an excuse to scam him.
It is a good thing to be able to spend money to buy peace. But the problem is, he really can't squeeze out at all.
Wait for everyone to sit down.
Looking at the survivors in the reception room, Old Luka said.
"We didn't expect so many guests to come. The conditions here are a bit rough. Please get over it."
Toomy from the Redmoon community shook his head and said politely.
"What's the matter, we interrupted abruptly."
Although the environment in the reception room was a bit plain, no one doubted the strength of these blue coats.
Along the way just now, Nolan has been observing the people here. What surprised him was that along the way he saw several survivors who seemed to be showing signs of awakening.
When did "Awakening" become a rotten street?
Nolan clearly remembered what a cruel price he paid and what a dangerous life-and-death test he had to go through to get that hard-won power by luck.
"...We originally planned to invite you one by one to come here to discuss the situation in the northern part of Spring City, but since you all happen to be here, let's go together."
After a pause, Old Luka continued.
"I believe everyone should have noticed that the chaos brought by the Legion is spreading southward from the central part of the River Valley Province. Countless survivors were displaced in the war, and a huge predator tribe was rising in the chaos. They burned villages, destroy settlements, pillage and enslave everything in sight."
The thin man shuddered and said tremblingly.
"Bone Chew..."
Old Luka glanced at him and nodded.
"That's right, that's what they're called."
"We originally expected that they would march to the northern suburbs of Spring City in the spring, but what we didn't expect was that they would come earlier than planned."
As he spoke, Old Luka nodded to the assistant beside him.
The young man immediately understood, and sent the prepared VMs to the stories of the survivors in turn.
Looking at the VM in his hand, he was a little at a loss. Just as everyone in the reception room was wondering what the blue coats were planning to do, a picture appeared on the screen.
That's the aerial view of the drone.
In the research base dotted with bonfires, a group of predators have already occupied the place.
They are well-equipped, some with bolt-action rifles, some with automatic rifles, and machine guns welded on the roof of the truck. Some even wear bulletproof vests over their fur coats, and many of them carry armor on their backs. Bazooka... those are Legion equipment!
After witnessing this picture, the expressions on the faces of all the survivors present, including Mr. Brown, were not very beautiful.
"Are they... from the Bone Chew tribe?"
"Where is this?"
"It seems to be the Aviatium Aerospace Ecological Experiment Base... I've heard of this place, it's in the northeast of Spring City!"
"What?! People from the Bone Chew Tribe have already hit Spring City?!"
Everyone panicked.
Has the Bone Chew Tribe hit their noses?
Didn't the radio say there is still a distance!
"It's about 15 to 16 kilometers away from us. It's not very close, but it's by no means far." Old Luka responded to some of their questions, signaling them to stay calm and continue to look down.
on screen.
Next to the road below the high ground, a flash of fire suddenly flickered.
Without the slightest sign, the silent forest was instantly lit up by dense gunfire!
The battle broke out in an instant!
At this time, roaring rockets crossed the battlefield and slammed hard on the south side of the experimental base, bursting into clusters of explosive flames on the predator's position.
At the same time, the predator's machine guns began to shoot down the mountain, and the whizzing bullets almost heated the air they passed through.
The tense atmosphere even penetrated the screen.
Mr. Brown held his breath unconsciously, the expression on his face as stiff as a stone.
At this time, he caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye, the fat man named Dolu sitting not far from him had a row of soybean-sized sweat oozing from his forehead.
It could be seen that he was quite frightened by this scene!
Tommy and Nolan, who were not far away, were not frightened by the tragedy of the battlefield.
It's just that when the battle became fierce, surprise, shock, and disbelief were all printed on their faces.
Not just because of the strength of these blue coats.
What made it even more difficult for them to understand was the strength displayed by the predators guarding the high ground in this defensive battle.
Are these people really just predators???
In Tommy's impression, the predators are all picky gangsters, and the way of fighting is similar to the fight between gangs... although he himself is also the same.
However, these predators have obviously demonstrated a certain degree of combat quality.
Thinking of his own side, less than an hour ago, Tommy suddenly felt a deep sense of powerlessness when he was still arguing over which family had two more people and two less.
If they were thrown there and had a real fight with these predators, he was sure that less than a third of them would come back alive.
In the picture, as the survivors on the Eastern Front rushed to the high ground and entered the experimental base, the battle has basically come to an end.
Only sporadic gun flames flickered on the battlefield.
Predators who retreated into the building were either shot behind cover or killed by grenades thrown into the room.
Even worse, the fire from the Molotov cocktail ignited his clothes, turning his whole body into a ball of fire, and he was burned to death unbearably tormented.
There is no doubt that the blue coats have won this battle.
A group of predators with their heads in their hands, under the surveillance of a rifle, lined up to walk out of a certain laboratory building.
The screen ends here.
There was a complete silence in the reception room.
Looking at the survivors sitting here, Old Luka continued with a serious expression.
"Gentlemen, we are dealing with an organized group of predators who are far more dangerous than we anticipated."
"The northern outskirts of Spring City are very large, and it is impossible for us to maintain a line of defense tens of kilometers long. This is neither realistic nor possible."
"A cruel fact is that if we shrink the defense line to our own feet and ignore your situation, I am afraid that you who are scattered all over the northern suburbs will have only one end, and that is the Bone Chew tribe people who are absolutely dominated by troops. The tribes were broken one by one and made their slaves - even rations."
Looking at the survivors whose faces were gradually pale, Old Luka paused for a moment, and threw out the manager's proposal.
"Our respected lord Manager has considered this point, so we have a proposal here, I hope you can seriously consider it."
"If you don't want to become the rations of the predators, and you don't want to go far away, you might as well move here."
The moment the voice fell, there was a commotion in the reception room. The expressions on the faces of the people sitting here were different, and each had its own splendor.
Especially Mr. Brown.
He almost wrote the word "Dream" on his face.
Move to your place?!
It's crazy!
Mr. Brown's heart was full of anger and humiliation, these treacherous and shameless people, unexpectedly! Unexpectedly... Well, he didn't know how to criticize them, but they obviously accepted their tribute, shouldn't they do something?
Fortunately, he still had a glimmer of expectation in his heart, and braved the heavy snow to come here.
I didn't expect to hear such a ridiculous proposal!
Not taking these wonderful expressions to heart, Old Luka continued in a calm tone.
"We know that moving is not going to be easy."
"But compared to the two paths and the possible consequences, I think you should seriously consider it. We sincerely propose it from the bottom of our hearts."
[ Full Server Announcement: Congratulations to player "Badass Bunny" for completing the first kill against Deathclaw! ]
[ Since the player chooses to make it public, this achievement will enter the Hall of Fame. ]
Aviatium Aerospace Experimental Base.
The players who were cleaning the battlefield received these two messages from the VM almost at the same time.
Almost at the same time, all players looked dumbfounded.
"What the hell?"
"Bunny Boss???"
"Nimma, isn't this guy captured?"
"What's the situation with this hostage? It's fine to run out by yourself, why did you grab the first kill?"
"Bad review! Strongly request to plan another group performance next time!"
"Woooooo, my first kill."
500 meters away from the experimental base.
Double decked roof.
Looking at the VM on his arm, Walker's eyes widened, with an expression of disbelief.
"Damn it, Bunny is really too much!"
It's fine to escape it by yourself, but why the hell killed a Deathclaw?
As for the four-meter-tall monster with claws wishing it were as long as a leg, Walker really couldn't figure out what posture Bunny used to turn it over.
"It's probably the one we met in the morning. I remember that before we came out, the Deathclaw seemed to have been blasted to pieces by the predators with the bazooka." Tomorrow tried to analyze.
"That's outrageous enough!" Walker sighed with emotion, "Hey, it's said that the power system is just the early stage sequence, but the early stage is too long, right?"
The combat distance is getting longer and longer, and the perception system is almost on the verge of getting out of the league!
If nerve connection equipment is not popularized, the intelligence department will be boiled to death!
The presence of physique and agility is not stronger than that, and the position of the second spot takes turns once in while.
Only the power system has been strong from the 0.1 to 0.9 version, the upgrade is fast, and the fights are fierce. Even if it is moving bricks, one trip is more than others.
Is there any reason for this?
If it weren't for Bunny being one of his own, Walker would probably be the same as the lemon spirits on the forum, clamoring for a knife.
"Uh, maybe before level 10 is considered the early stage?" Tomorrow's expression was also a little subtle.
It's really embarrassing to talk about it.
Every time the version is updated, he predicts that the intellectual game is about to rise, and the result is predicted from version 0.5 to 0.9. The whole sequence seems to be forgotten by the game developer.
What about implanting prosthetics? What about neural connection devices?
The power department's are Strengthening crazily, but what about them?
Sure enough, muscles are the theme of this game!
"Hey, let Bunny send a red envelope when you log off!"
Tomorrow nodded.
"Must, definitely let him make a big one!"
Walker said impatiently.
"How long do we have to wait here? Can I kill that mutant hyena squatting in the corner? I've been watching it baring its teeth for a long time."
Tomorrow glanced at VM.
"I haven't received any new missions yet, but judging from the green dots on the map, our people have completely controlled the battlefield...just wait."
Anyway, the equipment that broke out in the team battle belongs to the collective, let them clean the battlefield.
It's not bad to touch fish here for a while.
However, just as Tomorrow was thinking about it, he and Walker's VM received a new task at the same time.
To be precise, not only the two of them, but also Gale, who received the task at the same time, was responsible for watching over their chrysanthemums.
[ Task: Go to the target area to establish a reconnaissance point. ]
[ Reward: 50 War Points.]
"What's the matter, isn't the battle over yet?" Walker looked at Tomorrow involuntarily with a dazed expression on his face.
He does it every time he doesn't know what's going on.
But this time, Tomorrow was also a little confused.
"Don't look at me, I'm not Light. After rational analysis, this battle should be over...but I'm not sure if there will be another one."
Who knows? Maybe Light is working overtime recently and has no time to take care of them. Other planners show that they are developing too fast, so it is not impossible to target them.
Isn't there another planner called "Popo"?
However, Tomorrow still prefers to believe Light's statement that the plot and tasks in the game are completely dynamically generated by the server AI, just like the setting of the ancient MM online game novels, and the planning generally does not interfere with the game process.
As for non-interference at all, that's unlikely. Just like the so-called "100% true", this kind of nonsense is also put in advertisements, so no one really believes it, right?
Tomorrow cut to the map, swiped his index finger on the VM's screen, and quickly found the mission marker.
There seems to be an amusement park, located about 10 kilometers north of the Aviatium Aerospace Ecological Experiment Base. Not to mention the question of whether it is far or not, the location is almost to the southern suburbs of Caxton City!
It's an unexplored area, no one has ever gone that far from the spawn point.
"Can I save a file first? I managed to kill two of them." Apparently, Walker also noticed the location of the mission beacon on the map, with a weeping expression on his face.
"It's probably impossible to save it. We are at least 16 kilometers away from the resurrection point, and it is more than 30 kilometers every time we go back and forth..."
Tomorrow's Adam's apple moved, swallowed and continued.
"Anyway, let's meet up with Bunny first."
...
At the same time, an outpost 16 kilometers away from the front line.
Bringing Karunas and three bodyguards, Mr. Brown, wearing a coat, hurried here from the farm against the wind and snow.
"I am the farmer of Brown Farm, and I have come to discuss the countermeasures against the Bone Chew's invasion of the northern suburbs of Spring City. Here is my invitation letter...Why are you here?"
When he saw the people surrounding the south gate of the outpost, Brown was dumbfounded.
No one else is standing here.
It was the ones he drove away from his living room before!
"This is too coincidental."
Looking at Brown, the scar-faced man put his arms around his chest, whistled at him, and continued in a teasing tone.
"I didn't expect that although our old landlord said that the blue coat was unreliable, his body was unexpectedly honest."
"Can you only spit out these few words?"
Annoyance flashed across Mr. Brown's face.
Karunas, who was standing behind him, took half a step forward, staring at the scarred man with a sinking face, with her hands on her waist.
Not paying attention to this man's actions at all, the scar-faced man looked at him leisurely, his eyes slightly narrowed.
The atmosphere at the scene gradually became tense.
The two guards standing at the door have already set their eyes on the confronting people, ready to physically persuade them to fight at any time.
At this moment, Mr. Brown suddenly glimpsed out of the corner of his eye an old man walking out of the south gate.
The old man looked familiar, but Mr. Brown couldn't remember where he had seen this face.
Strange. Can't remember at all!
Just as Mr. Brown was distracted, a middle-aged man wearing a hunting cap stepped forward and nodded slightly to the old man standing at the door.
"My humble servant is Tommy from the Redmoon community. Please allow me to meet with your manager. I have something very important to discuss with him!"
The scar-faced man also stood up.
"Nolan, from Road Town, I also want to meet your manager, for the matter of the Bone Chew Tribe."
Afraid of letting him down, the man with a round head and belly quickly stepped forward and said.
"Red Train Station, Dolu... Please help us because we are all survivors in the northern suburbs of Spring City."
The others also said similar things, looking at Old Luka with longing in their eyes.
Mr. Brown, who was squeezed out, and Karunas and a group of guards who were following behind him, had a bewildered expression on their faces at the moment.
Who exactly was invited?
Old Luja didn't take sides with anyone.
Although there were more than ten people more than the original plan, he still received them with the identity and attitude of the master butler according to the order of the manager.
"Master Manager has left the gate for a while, and he has to come back later. If you are willing to wait for him for a while, please come in with me."
At the same time as he finished speaking, Old Luka looked over the crowd and glanced at Mr. Brown in the back row.
His expression didn't change at all, and he said in a businesslike manner.
"You are Mr. Brown, please come in too."
"OK."
Brown nodded quickly, and walked into the outpost with the other survivors.
On the way to the reception room.
Brown kept wondering where he had seen this face, and finally he couldn't help but winked at Karunas, beckoning him to come closer, and whispered to him in a low voice.
"Is that Manager's butler? Or is it someone else... I feel that he looks familiar."
Karunas smiled wryly in her heart. Of course, he knew why Mr. Brown felt familiar, but he was afraid of being blamed, so he could only pretend to be a fool.
"I don't know, my lord. The last time I came here to deliver a message to you, it was the first time I saw him...Maybe you recognized the wrong person?"
Although he was suspicious of this sentence, Mr. Brown really couldn't remember where he had seen it before, so he didn't ask any more questions, and just said something casually.
"Maybe."
...
A group of people came to the reception room.
The environment here is very simple, and the most expensive things are probably the bear skin on the ground and the radio on the wooden table next to it.
Mr. Brown recognized the radio.
He had been a guest at the home of the old mayor on Beit Street, and the covenant of mutual defense was even signed in the old mayor's study.
Mr. Brown still remembers the sound of Boulder's "Get Rich" on the radio—the one about camu planting tips.
It is precisely because of this that Mr. Brown felt a little restless.
Although he sent a batch of grain here in time at that time, no one can guarantee that the lord here will not suddenly remember this and use it as an excuse to scam him.
It is a good thing to be able to spend money to buy peace. But the problem is, he really can't squeeze out at all.
Wait for everyone to sit down.
Looking at the survivors in the reception room, Old Luka said.
"We didn't expect so many guests to come. The conditions here are a bit rough. Please get over it."
Toomy from the Redmoon community shook his head and said politely.
"What's the matter, we interrupted abruptly."
Although the environment in the reception room was a bit plain, no one doubted the strength of these blue coats.
Along the way just now, Nolan has been observing the people here. What surprised him was that along the way he saw several survivors who seemed to be showing signs of awakening.
When did "Awakening" become a rotten street?
Nolan clearly remembered what a cruel price he paid and what a dangerous life-and-death test he had to go through to get that hard-won power by luck.
"...We originally planned to invite you one by one to come here to discuss the situation in the northern part of Spring City, but since you all happen to be here, let's go together."
After a pause, Old Luka continued.
"I believe everyone should have noticed that the chaos brought by the Legion is spreading southward from the central part of the River Valley Province. Countless survivors were displaced in the war, and a huge predator tribe was rising in the chaos. They burned villages, destroy settlements, pillage and enslave everything in sight."
The thin man shuddered and said tremblingly.
"Bone Chew..."
Old Luka glanced at him and nodded.
"That's right, that's what they're called."
"We originally expected that they would march to the northern suburbs of Spring City in the spring, but what we didn't expect was that they would come earlier than planned."
As he spoke, Old Luka nodded to the assistant beside him.
The young man immediately understood, and sent the prepared VMs to the stories of the survivors in turn.
Looking at the VM in his hand, he was a little at a loss. Just as everyone in the reception room was wondering what the blue coats were planning to do, a picture appeared on the screen.
That's the aerial view of the drone.
In the research base dotted with bonfires, a group of predators have already occupied the place.
They are well-equipped, some with bolt-action rifles, some with automatic rifles, and machine guns welded on the roof of the truck. Some even wear bulletproof vests over their fur coats, and many of them carry armor on their backs. Bazooka... those are Legion equipment!
After witnessing this picture, the expressions on the faces of all the survivors present, including Mr. Brown, were not very beautiful.
"Are they... from the Bone Chew tribe?"
"Where is this?"
"It seems to be the Aviatium Aerospace Ecological Experiment Base... I've heard of this place, it's in the northeast of Spring City!"
"What?! People from the Bone Chew Tribe have already hit Spring City?!"
Everyone panicked.
Has the Bone Chew Tribe hit their noses?
Didn't the radio say there is still a distance!
"It's about 15 to 16 kilometers away from us. It's not very close, but it's by no means far." Old Luka responded to some of their questions, signaling them to stay calm and continue to look down.
on screen.
Next to the road below the high ground, a flash of fire suddenly flickered.
Without the slightest sign, the silent forest was instantly lit up by dense gunfire!
The battle broke out in an instant!
At this time, roaring rockets crossed the battlefield and slammed hard on the south side of the experimental base, bursting into clusters of explosive flames on the predator's position.
At the same time, the predator's machine guns began to shoot down the mountain, and the whizzing bullets almost heated the air they passed through.
The tense atmosphere even penetrated the screen.
Mr. Brown held his breath unconsciously, the expression on his face as stiff as a stone.
At this time, he caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye, the fat man named Dolu sitting not far from him had a row of soybean-sized sweat oozing from his forehead.
It could be seen that he was quite frightened by this scene!
Tommy and Nolan, who were not far away, were not frightened by the tragedy of the battlefield.
It's just that when the battle became fierce, surprise, shock, and disbelief were all printed on their faces.
Not just because of the strength of these blue coats.
What made it even more difficult for them to understand was the strength displayed by the predators guarding the high ground in this defensive battle.
Are these people really just predators???
In Tommy's impression, the predators are all picky gangsters, and the way of fighting is similar to the fight between gangs... although he himself is also the same.
However, these predators have obviously demonstrated a certain degree of combat quality.
Thinking of his own side, less than an hour ago, Tommy suddenly felt a deep sense of powerlessness when he was still arguing over which family had two more people and two less.
If they were thrown there and had a real fight with these predators, he was sure that less than a third of them would come back alive.
In the picture, as the survivors on the Eastern Front rushed to the high ground and entered the experimental base, the battle has basically come to an end.
Only sporadic gun flames flickered on the battlefield.
Predators who retreated into the building were either shot behind cover or killed by grenades thrown into the room.
Even worse, the fire from the Molotov cocktail ignited his clothes, turning his whole body into a ball of fire, and he was burned to death unbearably tormented.
There is no doubt that the blue coats have won this battle.
A group of predators with their heads in their hands, under the surveillance of a rifle, lined up to walk out of a certain laboratory building.
The screen ends here.
There was a complete silence in the reception room.
Looking at the survivors sitting here, Old Luka continued with a serious expression.
"Gentlemen, we are dealing with an organized group of predators who are far more dangerous than we anticipated."
"The northern outskirts of Spring City are very large, and it is impossible for us to maintain a line of defense tens of kilometers long. This is neither realistic nor possible."
"A cruel fact is that if we shrink the defense line to our own feet and ignore your situation, I am afraid that you who are scattered all over the northern suburbs will have only one end, and that is the Bone Chew tribe people who are absolutely dominated by troops. The tribes were broken one by one and made their slaves - even rations."
Looking at the survivors whose faces were gradually pale, Old Luka paused for a moment, and threw out the manager's proposal.
"Our respected lord Manager has considered this point, so we have a proposal here, I hope you can seriously consider it."
"If you don't want to become the rations of the predators, and you don't want to go far away, you might as well move here."
The moment the voice fell, there was a commotion in the reception room. The expressions on the faces of the people sitting here were different, and each had its own splendor.
Especially Mr. Brown.
He almost wrote the word "Dream" on his face.
Move to your place?!
It's crazy!
Mr. Brown's heart was full of anger and humiliation, these treacherous and shameless people, unexpectedly! Unexpectedly... Well, he didn't know how to criticize them, but they obviously accepted their tribute, shouldn't they do something?
Fortunately, he still had a glimmer of expectation in his heart, and braved the heavy snow to come here.
I didn't expect to hear such a ridiculous proposal!
Not taking these wonderful expressions to heart, Old Luka continued in a calm tone.
"We know that moving is not going to be easy."
"But compared to the two paths and the possible consequences, I think you should seriously consider it. We sincerely propose it from the bottom of our hearts."
