This Game is Too Real

A cold knowledge that is not too cold, even if the nobles of the giant stone city are rotten and incompetent, the orderly giant stone city can still be regarded as a land of grace for the wasteland in the south of the River Valley Province and even the northern part of the Jinchuan Province. .

   For two hundred years, there have been survivors who have been migrating towards the Boulder City, even after the collapse of the building, this inertia still continues.

Since the inflow of the population far exceeds the limit of the absorption of the population by the industry of the Boulder City, the restrictions of the giant wall itself also determine that this settlement cannot hold too many survivors, so there are 1~2 chips. city ​​tax.

  Workers will not leave the city at will, and scavengers who work on the wasteland will not enter the city at will, and the militia stationed at the city gate can also get an extra income.

   can be described as killing three birds with one stone.

  A large number of surplus labor and the resulting unemployment and informal employment have formed a city without owners and slums over time.

  The people here usually live on the garbage flowing out of the giant wall, or help the survivors in the giant wall to scavenge waste, hunt, or do some work that the survivors in the giant wall are unwilling to do or unable to do.

  In history, Boulder City has tried to clean up these psoriasis attached to the giant wall, but several attempts have found that doing so is not thankful at all.

  Building a shack is a must-have skill for almost every survivor in the wasteland. Even if it is demolished today, scavengers will build it tomorrow.

   And every year when the tide comes, the nobles in the inner city also need these people to fill the front line.

   Even the gentlemen who often mess around with economic strategies know that the impact of drawing manpower from slums is far less than drawing skilled industrial workers from industrial areas to carry guns.

   Over time, like psoriasis, the shacks spread from the roots of the giant walls to the wasteland, forming a buffer zone between order and chaos.

   After a long time, some houses like that have even been built here, standing out in the slums where the sewage is flowing.

   Those fancy buildings are usually the homes of gang members, or their wastelander-oriented industries.

  The order here is maintained by gang members, and these gang members themselves are mainly villains. They not only trade with the looters in the wasteland, but some are simply looters.

  For the Alliance, if you want to truly liberate the nearly 200,000 poor people on the edge of the giant wall, you not only need to find them a job to support their families, but also find the villains hidden in them.

   This is obviously not good news for the villains hiding in it.

   West Willow Tavern.

   Jeff, who was sitting on the second floor, played with the dagger in his hand and looked at the fine velvet fluttering outside the window. A hint of sadness was written on his stern and gloomy face.

As the head of the Dagger Gang, although his bloodline is not as noble as the Sid masters, he is still a big man in the slum of nearly 200,000 people. Anyone who sees him must respectfully call him a master or a gentleman. .

   It stands to reason that he will not be troubled by such a position, but a series of recent events have made him feel a strong unease.

  The outer city lost a newspaper seller, a revolution broke out in Boulder City, and then the Alliance took over Boulder City, and they seemed to have an appointment.

  …

   If only that was the case, but obviously it didn’t end there. The alliance began to set up relief stations in slums, distribute food while registering survivors' information, set up tents, arrange work, and transfer some personnel.

   This series of moves made him tense.

The    Alliance is breaking a century and a half of tacit understanding in an attempt to create a new order in his underground kingdom!

  What's worse, the newspaper seller is still alive and kicking, while the killer Sir Sid hired from him is missing.

   Footsteps came from outside the door.

  Jeff clenched the dagger subconsciously, tensing his muscles, but after hearing three long and two short knocks on the door, he relaxed his tense nerves.

"Come in."

   The door opened.

   West, the second head of the Dagger Gang who came in from the door. Before he could speak, Jeff said immediately.

   "Any news?"

  West shook his head gloomily. "No."

  Jeff was silent for a long time, the dagger in his hand was slammed on the table, and he cursed in frustration.

"Oh shit!"

   Understand the anger in his heart, West said nothing, sighed and walked to the chair beside him and sat down.

"Sid was buried, along with the collapsed building, 'Knife' is still missing, Sperger is still alive...but none of this matters.~~The worst thing is that the honored guest from the north is dead, our game Rita was also dead, and we spent a lot of time and energy, but the last weapon was never found."

  Jeff's face was gloomy, and he said after a long time.

   "Where's Wei Lun?"

"He seems to have gone to the Alliance to confess his guilt, and then got on the car to the prisoner of war camp. I don't know how long the sentence will be. I suspect that he may have confessed the trade between us and the guests from the north. This is what worries me the most." Looking at the silence Jeff who was silent, West paused and continued.

   "The Alliance ostensibly has no action against us but every action they make is almost fatal to us, and I suspect they will settle the bill for us when this snow or spring wave passes."

  Jeff was apprehensive, but he sneered with a look of disdain on his face. "They can even send troops to take us all out."

"It's not impossible," West said with a wry smile, "The construction team has actually infiltrated the grassroots of the slums. The more people they organize, the less space we have to hide. I even suspect that they have been eyeing them. You and me." Jeff's eyes narrowed slightly.

   In fact, without West's reminder, he felt similar after seeing the league's series of moves. Especially in the past few days, he always felt that someone was staring at him.

  Maybe—

   You should go to the north to avoid the limelight.

   Wait for the aftermath of the drastic change in the Boulder City to be completely calm, and come back after all the dust has settled.

   After pondering for a while, he said seriously.

   "What is your suggestion?"

  West spoke his mind.

"Shut down the businesses that are easy to provoke the sensitive nerves of the alliance, such as 'labor dispatch' and 'organ trading'. There are also 'hospitals', 'kitchens', 'welfare homes' and other facilities that may have problems. "Jeff's brows twitched.

   "This is a lot of money." West nodded silently.

  …

   "Yes, but even if we don't shut it down, our customers are almost wiped out, and it's purely a risk to continue operating."

   Recently, those blue jackets have been running around like crazy, and even the cannibal tribes hiding in the tunnels for the winter have been picked up.

   Those cannibals are really disgusting, and he doesn't like them, but it's more pleasant to do business with them.

   They catch fat sheep like traders, and after eating the meat, the remaining property and goods are often sold through the gangs in the slums, and the reward only needs a few girls who can’t sell the old pearls.

   They are different from the distinguished guests from the north. They don’t mind whether the slaves are good-looking or not, and they are not picky about food.

   Listening to the second master's advice, Jeff stared at the dagger on the table and fell into deep thought.

   When the business in Honghe Town was still booming two years ago, these were actually petty profits, and it didn't matter if they were left to the Dean Gang and the Poison Gang.

   But now, these once petty profits are almost the bulk of the gang's income, cut them off, what will he and his brothers eat?

   After pondering for a moment, Jeff spoke slowly.

   “Transformation is possible, but we need new sources of economy.”

   Seeing that the boss finally let go, West breathed a sigh of relief and continued patiently.

"I think so too. We have enough people on hand. As long as the whitewashing goes smoothly, we can completely change our livelihood. For example, we can find a way to contract some legal projects from the alliance, or go to Xizhou City to open a mine. After the formalities are completed, Let's use our method to do it again, and the Lilan may not be as profitable as the killing and selling."

  Jeff nodded slowly.

   "Do as you said. In a few days, I plan to go to the Free State to explain the weapons to our customers. It is estimated that I will stay there for a while, and I will leave it to you here."

   "As ordered."

  West nodded respectfully, but pouted in disdain.

   The explanation to the client is probably false, the old fox probably was scared to pee his pants by the alliance, and I am afraid he has not slept in the past few days.

   But that's fine.

   This guy is gone, so it is convenient for him to do something.

   When he comes back, it's hard to say who is the boss here.

   Looking at his subordinates who lowered their heads, Jeff nodded slightly and was sending him down when a deafening explosion suddenly came from outside the window.

   The two immediately looked out the window, and saw thick smoke billowing from the dilapidated street not far away, and the crowd screamed and ran away.

"Oh shit!"

   The nerves that had just been relaxed tightened into bowstrings again. Jeff cursed, got up and walked to the window, "What are those idiots doing! Didn't I tell them to keep a low profile these days!"

   Staring in the direction of the thick smoke, West's pupils contracted slightly.

   "Welfare Home"

   Hearing the three words "Welfare Home", Jeff's brows twitched violently, and he immediately turned back and walked to West, reaching out and grabbing his collar.

   "Bring people over immediately! Move the goods to a safe place! Before the Alliance comes over! Quick!"

"Yes!"

  Thinking of the alliance's means, West nodded nervously, daring not to hesitate, and immediately turned around and walked out the door.

  …

   Looking at the hastily closed door, Jeff always felt uneasy, cursed in a low voice, and went to the table to draw the dagger.

   Maybe you should go to the safe house for a while.

   "Star anise, bay leaves, fennel... what does it look like?"

   Holding a crumpled note in his hand, Feng Qing was walking in the market at the entrance of the giant wall, looking around blankly.

  About an hour ago, she, Guigui, and a few friends from the Goblin Corps were preparing New Year's Eve food in the kitchen of the Alliance Barracks.

   As for the ingredients, it is the tentacles of the multipedal beast.

   These mollusk-like mammals are usually active in the forest from Dawn City to the Red River Alliance. There are also some high radiation areas in the city, but they are not common.

  Most wastelanders will walk around when they see a multipedal beast, because this thing is not only resistant to beatings, but also extremely resilient.

   A shuttle of bullets swept past, and the stump that fell off the ground grew back in a few days.

not only that.

  Its meat is extremely stinky, it smells like eggs that have been broken for half a month, and I am afraid that in addition to organic acids, it also contains hydrogen sulfide, and almost no one will want to eat it.

   However, their boss Mosquito had a whim

   "Since the multi-legged beast is so durable and its tentacles can regenerate, if we can solve the problem of unpalatable food, can't we raise it like a leek!"

   Cut one crop and grow another crop, this protein production efficiency is not much better than that of chickens, ducks, pigs, cattle and sheep!

   At first, everyone refused, because it was so stinky, which caused the other corps' friends to look at them with strange eyes.

   However, all of them together can't stand the persistence of the mosquito boss.

   "Toxic, I'll think of a way! MMP! The periodic table of elements is there, I still can't believe that I can't cure a piece of meat!"

   "No, no! The meat is so stinky! Old Na said no!"

   "Captain! Give up!"

   "Spice! Cover up the smell with spice! Hahaha, I'm really a genius!"

   So, she was sent out to buy spices.

  Fengqing has no opinion on this. The errands given by the boss of Mosquito are all 100 silver coins. This guy has come and gone, but he is really generous and has nothing to say.

   But the problem is…

   She has no idea what these spices look like, let alone what it should be called when it is translated into human.

   Ashamed to say, she can't cook at all, but she tried it once in the game and almost gave herself away.

   This is much harder than flying a plane…

   After walking around the market several times, Fengqing couldn't find any spices that matched the pictures on the Internet, so he couldn't help sighing.

   "Anyway, as long as it is a spice with a strong taste, just buy some."

  I knew it and pulled the ghosts together.

   Seeing her turn around in front of the stall several times, the condiment seller couldn't help asking.

   "Hey Miss, do you need help?"

   understood the couplet, Feng Qing stopped and nodded.

   "Well, is there any spice?"

   The boss scratched the back of his head.

   "Spice? It's there...but which one do you want?"

   "Anything is fine."

  Anything can be what the hell?

  …

   The boss was stunned and glanced at the bunch of garlic hanging under the shed. "Is this ok?"

   "This is garlic, I want spice" Feng Qing couldn't help frowning, "It seems that there is one in the kitchen, what I need is the more flavorful one." The boss scratched his head and said.

   "You say spices, garlic is also a spice, is it more flavorful? It would be nice to be more specific."

   "Is it relatively rare?" Feng Qing added in a low voice with a guilty conscience. Rubbing his index finger against his chin, the boss thought for a while and said.

   "Rare? Exotic spices? I heard that Borneo province is rich in some delicious spices. A few days ago, there was a trader from there selling them.

   Hearing the boss's words, Fengqing's eyes suddenly lit up, and he put his hands on the stall.

"where is he?!"

   Being stared at by those piercing eyes, the boss unconsciously took a half step back, coughed and said.

   "He's already gone... I saw that his stock was sold out yesterday. I guess it's time to go back."

   is sold out.

   A trace of loss appeared on Fengqing's face.

   At this moment, a hearty shout suddenly came from the side. "Exotic spice? I have some."

The direction from which the voice came from was a slightly larger stall. The owner of the shop was a young man in his twenties and thirties, wearing a leather jacket, smiling at her.

   He does not do business alone.

   There were still two taciturn young men sitting under the shed, one was playing with a dagger, the other was dozing off with his eyes closed, and neither of them paid any attention.

   Fengqing's eyes lit up, and he immediately walked to the stall. However, when she glanced at the things on the wooden table, there was a hint of doubt in her eyes.

   "Are you selling condiments?" The stalls were full of miscellaneous objects.

   There are accessories such as glasses, rings, and jewelry, as well as assorted rifles and bullets of various calibers, as well as clothes or backpacks.

   There are even a few mechanical prostheses and electronic parts with no apparent purpose.

   It doesn't look like it sells condiments.

   Can't even get enough food.

"It's still snowing in the sky, of course we can't put those precious things outside," the man said with a smile, "The goods are in the hotel, not far from here, if you're interested, you can pick it up with me. "

   Fengqing asked worriedly. "Is it expensive?"

"It's not expensive, you can definitely afford it!~~" Seeing that the fat sheep was hooked, the man smiled and kicked the dagger-playing boy, handed him the stall, and walked around from the back of the stall. When he came out, he said graciously, "Come with me, and I'll take you there."

"Uh-huh!"

   Fengqing nodded excitedly and followed behind the man.

   When the condiment seller saw this, he opened his mouth hesitantly. He was about to say something, but he glanced around and closed his mouth again.

  The guy is obviously a Dagger Gang, and the miscellaneous goods sold at the stall are obviously stolen goods.

   He came to do business, not to make trouble, but he didn't want to be cut in the middle of the night.

   Watching the little girl follow behind the gang member and disappear on the edge of the market, he shook his head and clicked his tongue.

   is pretty—girl.

  …

"Pity."

   Walking to the edge of the market, and seeing the NPC walking in the direction of the slum, Feng Qing tilted his head in confusion, looked at the tall building beside the viaduct and said. "Isn't the hotel over there?"

   She remembered that the NPCs all lived at the Far Wind Hotel.

   The man said with a laugh.

   "That's where the wealthy businessmen live. We, the small business people, can't afford to live in such a luxurious hotel. Come with me, it's not far ahead."

   Is it luxurious…

   Fengqing glanced at the building with a huge wall.

   It seems to be average except for the height. But thinking that this place is wasteland, she was relieved.

   Just in case, send a message to Guigui.

  Thinking like this, Feng Qing raised her index finger and tapped the VM on her left arm a few times, editing a text message.

  【Fengqing: It seems like a hidden quest was triggered when looking for spices! Excited! 】

   Editing completed - send successfully!

   After waiting for a while, a reply came.

  【GuiGui: Hey, wait, what about the spice? ! What about the spices? We are all waiting for you! ! 】

  Fengqing smiled and picked out a few more words.

   [Fengqing: Don't panic, don't panic. 】(Failed to send)

Huh?

   Seeing the small bubbles behind the message, Feng Qing was slightly stunned. Does the signal pull the hips so much?

   Until a rusted iron door, the man finally stopped, took out a key from his waist, and rummaged.

   While he was fetching the key, Feng Qing took a look here.

   In front of you is a very narrow courtyard. Behind the overgrown courtyard is a three-story red brick building. There are five or six rooms on the first floor. Every window is hung with shabby curtains.

   Rather than calling it a hotel, she felt more like a dormitory or a school-like place.

   Soon she caught a glimpse of a line of words on a rotten wooden sign, which probably said something about the welfare home.

   This is really not a hotel, right?

  Fengqing thoughtfully looked away from the overgrown courtyard, looked to the other side of the alley, and happened to meet an old woman who was cleaning snow.

   She was going to smile, but when she saw the old woman's face changed as if she had seen a plague, she quickly looked away and hid in the house.

   She faintly heard the sound of the bolt being pushed.

Strange…

  From the beginning, she felt that she might have triggered some hidden mission, otherwise there would be so many people with guns around.

   Now she is more and more convinced that this is not a hotel at all, and the guy who brought her here is not a good person at all.

   "Miss, are you a resident of the refuge?"

   Hearing the man's words, Fengqing looked away from the other side of the alley and nodded.

   "Well, how did you see it?" The man said with a smile.

   "Your accent and your unique temperament tell me that the wastelanders outside can't compare to you."

   This NPC can speak quite a bit.

   Fengqing blushed and said with a smile.

"You flatter me."

   Finally found the key, the man pushed open the iron door with a squeak and walked in first.

   The guy doesn't seem to worry about running away.

   However, it was rare to trigger such an extraordinary mission, so she had no intention of running at all, and followed up with a hint of curiosity.

  …

   [The two walked through the overgrown yard, followed the flagstone path to the two steps of the front door, and walked to the main entrance of the red brick building.

  The man gave Fengqing a wait gesture, approached the wooden door alone, reached out and knocked lightly on it twice.

   As if he had been waiting at the door for a long time, the wooden door opened a crack, and a bored face appeared behind the crack.

   It was a woman in her twenties or thirties, with messy hair and freckles next to her nose. In fact, she looked pretty good, but unfortunately there was a burn on her forehead that ruined all her beauty.

   Her name is Horaka. She used to be a prostitute, a thug, and the mistress of the boss of the Dagger Gang. She is now the director of the Grey House Welfare Institute.

   Everyone in the ghetto knew her.

  Which child was lost, which girl never returned home, either ran away with the wastelander, or came to her.

   "Myers, what are you doing here?" Horaka lowered his hoarse voice and said impatiently, "Didn't Mr. West say to stop these days?"

   The man named Miles made no secret of the smugness on his face, kept his voice low, and said with a bright face.

   "He did say so, but the opportunity is rare."

  The woman hurriedly glanced at the little girl who was standing behind Miles and looked left and right, her eyes narrowed dangerously in the shadow.

   "The Vault Dweller? You're crazy..."

   She could tell at a glance that this guy is definitely not an ordinary wastelander.

"She is alone and has no companions. I have been paying attention to her for a long time. Don't be so timid. There are at least tens of thousands of residents in the shelter in the northern suburbs. When the alliance finds out that one is missing, I am afraid that it will be a few days later. Changed hands. Didn't the guests from the north always want to buy one?"

   Seeing this crazy woman staring at him, Miles hurriedly said with a smile, "Don't worry, I turned on the jammer, and no signal will be transmitted."

   Of course he knew that the Vault Residents were wearing Vital Signs Monitors (VMs).

   also knows that two VMs can locate each other, which is common sense in the wasteland like the coats of those blue gophers.

   But so what?

   Muting signals is much easier than locating signals.

   As soon as he left the market, he turned on the shield.

   The woman's sharp eyes softened a little and opened the door wider.

   "Come in and talk."

   After saying that, she looked at Feng Qing who was standing behind Miles fiddling with the VM, and cleared her throat.

   "Come in too, it's very cold outside."

"Um!"

   put the VM with no signal back into his sleeve, Fengqing smiled and nodded, and followed the man named Miles into the room.

  The lobby is very spacious.

   The main entrance is directly opposite to a wooden platform with two steel cages made of steel bars. There are shackles on the railings. The dark stains are rust or blood.

   That should be blood.

   As soon as she came in, she immediately smelled a very faint smell of rotten grease.

   There are more than a dozen chairs under the wooden stand. It seems that some special show has been held here. Judging from the signs thrown next to the chairs, it should be something used for holding signs at the auction.

   There was a lot of ash next to the legs of the stool, and this weird facility should have been idle for some time.

  …

   As for why she can see clearly, that's a matter of course.

   Flying at an altitude of over 100 meters, she could clearly see the head buried in the trenches, but of course, she could not see the details that were close at hand.

   "Is the spice here?" Although she knew it was nonsense, she still called out so softly.

  Horaka looked at Miles, who was stunned, and then burst out laughing like he heard some funny joke.

   "Spice? Hahaha! Hey little girl, haven't you figured out the situation yet?"

   Before he finished speaking, he took out his pistol and pointed it at Feng Qing, and continued with a grin.

   "You should understand when you see this guy."

  Horaka, who was standing beside him, folded his arms and moved.

   "In the next life, remember to keep your eyes open. It's rare to have a good birth in the shelter, but don't be too sad. Although the lunatics in the north are wilder, they are still much better than the wasteland."

   "Really, let's make it clear without the spice, it makes me happy for nothing."

   did not show the expression of fear or panic as the two expected, Feng Qing smiled and took out a grenade and threw it at his feet.

   "As for reincarnation... let's go together."

   "Worthy!"

   Seeing the Griphook and the grenade rolling towards him, Miles, who was holding the gun, turned wildly, and threw himself back to the ground.

   This lunatic! Do not die? !

  Horaka did the same, and hid to the side in horror.

   Almost at the same time as they were lying down, the sound of shattering eardrums roared in the hall, and the two people who were nearly ten thousand candela of white light subconsciously closed their eyes. But it didn't work.

   Not to mention that the speed of closing eyes cannot be faster than light, and the flash of nearly 10,000 candela cannot be blocked by a mere layer of eyelids.

   "Damn it! It's a flashbang!"

   Miles, who was lying on the back of the stand, roared in horror, rubbing his red eyes with his left hand, and shooting randomly.

   At this moment, another larger grenade rolled beside him.

  The explosion of gunshots echoed in the hall, but he couldn't hear a single sound, his brain was like a heavy hammer, and his body lost balance.

The moment    was barely able to see clearly, his face changed wildly.

  The fire of the explosion shot into the sky, and the visible air wave swept across the wooden stand, and even shattered the window next to the door that was covered by the curtain.

   Miles was killed on the spot, and he didn't even have time to say a last word.

  Horaka slumped on the ground, his whole body seemed to be frightened and stupid, there was not a trace of blood on his face, and the floor was wet with ginger-colored liquid.

   She was a thug in the Dagger Gang and killed people, but that was all at a very young age.

   Even at that time, she was just fighting with rival gangs on the street with a pistol, but she never suffered a shell bomb.

   Feng Qing, who was lying down by the corridor on the side of the hall, shook his drowsy head, and stood up from the ground against the wall.

The impact of    flashbangs is also not small for her, but it is not enough to make her lose her combat effectiveness.

   After all, she came down from the battlefield, and even if she couldn't compare to the big bosses of the Burning Corps, she wouldn't overturn the car in the hands of two little scoundrels.

  …

   Looking at the messy hall and the scorched floor, Feng Qing took out the pistol and loaded it, and muttered something in his mouth.

   "Will this charge be too exaggerated?"

   With that power, it feels like the fragments are superfluous. Essence · Bookstore...The fastest update...

   Finally recovered from the aftermath of the explosion, Horaka secretly got up from the ground, preparing to slip away from the messy front hall.

   However, before she could stand still, the icy muzzle of the gun had already touched the back of her head, followed by a non-standard speech from behind.

   "Don't move, I'm also an Awakened, I'm definitely much faster than you." Horaka slowly raised his hands and said tremblingly.

   "Don't, don't shoot!"

   She couldn't understand why the girl who seemed polite and quiet had such a brutal fighting power.

"I surrender!"

   Fengqing looked at her and continued to ask.

   "Is there anyone else here? Or is it just you?"

   "Earth, there are some goods in the basement, no, and some slaves, oh no, prisoners." Horaka stammered.

   There should have been some thugs here, but recently the business has stopped, so there is no need to entertain customers, only to feed the goods, and she is the only one left.

   In order not to attract the attention of the Alliance, the Dagger Gang disguised it as an abandoned building.

  Thinking of this, she couldn't help but cursed the idiot who had turned into a corpse in her heart.

   As long as he survives, Mr. West will cut off his hands and feet and throw him to feed the dogs.

   Ignoring her incoherent change of words, Feng glanced at the VM on his left arm. The signal still hasn't recovered.

   It appears that shielding equipment is also installed in this building.

   At this time, there were suddenly chaotic footsteps and shouts from the courtyard outside the door, and at least a dozen or twenty people came.

   "We've fallen into the den of thieves."

   I knew that this hidden mission was so exciting, so I brought Guigui.

   looked at the direction of the door, and glanced at the 'red name NPC' who was shaking his head with his hands in his arms, Fengqing muttered to himself.

   Just as she was about to meet the enemy, there was a loud explosion from outside the door and window, and the broken snow and soil set off by the explosion fell into the room like raindrops.

"what!!"

   "It's noisy."

   couldn't hold back the fear in her heart anymore, Horaka, who was knocked to the ground, let out a heart-piercing scream, but soon she was hit **** the head, and her eyes rolled over and she fainted.

After    stunned the predator, Feng Qing pressed his body and quickly moved to the window.

The moment    looked outside, her eyes widened.

   "This is... a missile?!"

   The entire front yard seems to have been turned over by an excavator, leaving only a large pit several meters wide, printed in the very center of the yard.

Although the dust picked up by the explosion made a mess of the surrounding area, it did not damage any surrounding buildings, and even the walls of the courtyard did not collapse.

   Such a precise strike is obviously not like a cannon!

   Next to the crater lay several corpses, and several gang members whose limbs were broken by the blast, were curling up and wailing faintly.

The    explosion happened almost instantly, and they didn't have time to react.

   The thick smoke filled the alley outside the courtyard, and from time to time there were gunshots and screams, but they were all broken cleanly without exception.

  The battle is over.

  A curvaceous figure crossed the dusty yard and walked steadily towards the red brick building.

   Looking at the raised alloy breastplate and jet-black mirror helmet, and the explosion-proof shield and rifle in the hands of that sister, Fengqing's eyes couldn't help but glow.

   "It's so cool!" She couldn't help but murmured in a low voice. What kind of equipment is this? !

  Wait, is it a prosthetic body?

   took a look at the shelter resident who was posted by the window, and tapped his index finger on the helmet.

   "Target recovery succeeded."

"mission completed."