War Paradise

While acquiring the long-wavelength scanning skills, six blue light spots appeared on the small map of the three at the same time, marking the location of vehicles that can be used nearby.

Lin Chi soon realized that the radar station in the game is still much more convenient than in the real world. As long as one person remains and maintains control of the radar station, no matter where they are on the island, Can maintain the detection of the vicinity.

It has to be said that the performance of the equipment made in the Soviet Union is very terrifying, even under the signal interference of the US military, it can still maintain a small range of detection. If it is signal interference, the detection range of this radar can definitely cover the entire island.

Everyone didn't discuss it for too long, so they decided to leave the blood blade with only one arm and the T800 Terminator under the coach to take care of the radar. After all, the crazy Yiwen in his "home court" is more reliable than the mass-produced T800.

Then, Lin Chi, the coach and Crazy Yiwen left the radar station building and followed the map's instructions to find a hidden cave behind the mountain that was blocked by a camouflage net.

Six snowmobiles parked quietly in the cave, with keys hanging on the shelf next to them. It looks like it should be the equipment used for emergency evacuation of radar station staff, but it is a pity that those hapless guys were killed before they could use these motorcycles.

Two players and an NPC each took off a key and rode a heavy snowmobile. Before starting the engine, Lin Chi turned around and asked Crazy Evan: "Can you drive?"

"Of course." There was a proud smile on the bald man's face: "I have piloted the ultimate weapon of the arsenal-the Apocalypse tank!"

"OK, let's go out and find out if there is a helicopter." Lin Chi nodded.

With the help of scanning skills, the search for a helicopter will undoubtedly be much smoother. Moreover, if the signal jammer installed by the United States can be found and then destroyed, the range that this radar can scan will expand again.

Three snowmobiles leaped down from the hilly slope, blowing away the snow, bringing out a comet-like "exhaust gas" and rushing towards the mountains on the east side.

Watching the three people leave, the bloodblade standing in front of the second-floor window sighed long, drew out the cavalry saber with one hand and nailed it to the coffee table, sitting on the wooden chair, looking up at the ceiling boredly.

Although she also wanted to go out and kill people together, with only one hand, she couldn't even drive a snowmobile by herself, and didn't plan to hitchhiking at all, so she could only stay at the radar station.

"Really boring……"

Looking at his scarred left hand, the blood blade couldn't help cursing. If it hadn't been for being too careless before, and having an arm abolished by the terrorist robot, things wouldn't be like this.

Just when she was about to sleep, a few lines of kill prompts suddenly flashed in her sight:

Player "Big Brother" was killed by player "Blood Blade"!

The player "Collet" was killed by the player "Blood Blade"!

The player "Lord Wandering Xia" was killed by the player "Blood Blade"!

The team "Walk on the Battlefield" has been annihilated.

"Um?"

Seeing these few lines of killing prompts, the blood blade suddenly became energetic, and raised his eyebrows in surprise: "What's the matter?"

She did not remember that she had installed traps for hunting, nor did she plant mines. These three enemies obviously did not die by their own hands, so to speak...

"Fuck, is my entourage?"

Thinking of this, Bloodblade almost jumped up from the chair, pulled out the saber nailed to the wooden coffee table, turned around without saying anything.

——In the forest before, her entourage did not appear. At that time, Bloodblade thought that entourage was dead. But now it seems that not only is that guy not dead, but he is still killing people!

The player killed by the follower will also be counted in the master's number of kills. The own follower is obviously still active now, otherwise this situation won't happen.

With long dark hair swaying behind him, the one-armed murderer walked down the stairs quickly, and said to T800 who was still on the first floor: "You continue to guard." Then he rushed to the bottom of the hillside, the cave where the snowmobile was hidden. .

No matter where that bastard is, it's time for him to return to his command!

...

Located on the southern side of the island, in the small US military barracks near the beach, fear and despair filled the air.

The American soldiers who had experienced wars on the island thought that they had taken life and death down, but when faced with the real "Devil", they showed timidity again and turned into a weak lamb.

At this time, there were five dead bodies full of bullet holes inside the barracks. The gurgling dark red liquid stained the dirty ground red. The only four remaining survivors of the U.S. military squad were tied up by steel wires and hung on them. On the iron shelf in the kitchen.

The eyes of the four soldiers stared like light bulbs, bloodshot spreading beside their pupils, staring in horror at the man walking up and down in front of them.

The guy has a thin face and is visually aged between thirty and forty. He is wearing a Russian snow camouflage uniform and a brown fleece hat that looks a little funny. Although they are very old-fashioned, they are different from ordinary Soviet soldiers, revealing a little "handsome" temperament.

"I only need a piece of information..." the man said in English impatiently. His accent is very standard, not Russian at all.

boom!

With a gunshot, the thigh of the American soldier on the left opened a big hole. The severe pain caused him to scream loudly while shaking his own body, and a hint of black smoke came out of his bloody right leg.

"Where is the commander-in-chief of the US military in this theater?" The man said impatiently, and patted the US soldier on the face with the body of the Beretta 92F pistol, the standard US military equipment in his hand.

"We don't know!" An American soldier next to him whispered for mercy: "I really don't know! We are just cannon fodder sent to die! Please..."

Before he could finish his words, he was cut off by the barrel that was pushed into his mouth. The man smiled and pulled the trigger. The blood and brain mixture were splashed on the faces of three other soldiers who were shocked.

"answer my question."

The man still showed a kind smile while talking, but to the three American soldiers, it looked like Devil from The Underworld.

"Don't..." the soldiers wailed.

Seeing that the rest of the prisoners were about to collapse, the man raised his hand neatly with three shots, which smashed the heads of the three soldiers, put away the Beretta 92F pistol and turned away.

——Because of too many killings recently, he has almost forgotten how to torture the enemy. In terms of torture, his brutal mistress was much more skilled.

However, after arriving at this battlefield, this brutal soldier also left his master for the first time and started acting alone.

"No matter what the price is... I just want to bring Russia back to the top."

The thin-faced man walked away quickly, and the thin and tall figure disappeared into the snow.

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