Wow! The explosion rate is really high

Gong Yan, who didn't look back, slightly curled up her lips. This scene had been expected for a long time.

Words spoken may be deceiving, but those pious overtones cannot escape psychic inquiry.

[You have completed a perfect psychological layout, psychology +8. 】

[Psychology +8: Now you can more easily gain the trust of most NPCs through words, and your charm performance is +8; at the same time, you have more unique advantages in power management and some technological research. 】

Add 8 points again, plus the 2 points added last time, which adds up to a full 10 points of charm blessing.

The outstanding performance made Gong Yan's back exude a white halo in the eyes of all the aborigines.

The players who followed Gong Yan out of the cave were amazed, looking at the simple flag held tightly in Gong Yan's hand in amazement, "Is this flag so effective?"

Being able to bring together all the people they were familiar with was a great achievement that they could not have imagined in the past.

However, on the horizon, two other groups of rising black tides made everyone who walked out of the cave subconsciously silent.

"what is that?"

"That is……"

Someone recognized the identities of those who came from the familiar faces wearing various clothes.

This cave was not the only place everyone had planned. The overflowing supplies were used on ordinary people in three caves at the same time.

Players who participated in the entire supply distribution operation all know that there is no such flag with psychic magic in the other two caves.

So all the horrified eyes focused on the only shining figure at this moment...

"They're all here..."

"How did she do it?"

Dai Lian also approached Gong Yan with excitement and said, "They're all here! It's more than our best budget!"

"So what are the next steps to be taken?" Gu Lan asked softly.

"You can drown them with just a sea of ​​people." Dai Lian's face was full of excitement, and he instantly had an idea on how to complete the task.

Compared to the four of them, the defense strength of the arsenal is certainly terrifying.

The four of them have not yet reached the state of invulnerability. Even if the opponent uses machine guns to fire from all directions, it will be difficult for them to get close.

If the delay is a little longer, guards located in other parts of the city will get the news and rush to support, and there will be no chance.

Even if the core high-level combat power was taken away by the so-called doctor and has not returned to the city, just the "ordinary" guards who have completed one or two surgeries are enough for the four of them to drink a pot.

And now...

According to the intelligence obtained by Yafei, there are actually two so-called arms depots:

One is an arms depot in the conventional sense, storing guns, ammunition, artillery shells, armor, etc. that soldiers need to use; the other is their goal: storing genetic repair stabilizing fluid as well as military rations, quilts, clothing, etc. for soldiers. Supplies.

The latter is deliberately separated from the former because it requires frequent open access and is used too frequently.

The size of the target arms depot is not large, so under normal circumstances the guard strength is not particularly large, about half a company, that is, about fifty or sixty people.

And not all of these people are in front-line security positions. If a sudden attack is launched, they will most likely be able to rush close before the other party can react.

As long as they can get close, with the individual combat power of the four of them, they can instantly take down most of the personnel guarding the arsenal.

The size of the 1,340 people here was enough to cover the four of them as they rushed to the front of the arms depot, even if they used their bodies to resist bullets.

Under the devastation, they were able to drive away before the guards in other parts of the city got the news.

In addition to the chaos caused by the undead ordinary people rushing around, it was impossible for the guards in other parts of the city to accurately catch up with their small convoy of four in the chaos.

Then this mission can be said to have ended successfully.

However……

"It's impossible for us to do this." Gong Yan shook his head.

They tied these ordinary people to their chariots in the name of dreams, and now they are letting them die in the name of dreams. Even though strictly speaking they are just some NPCs, for those who have been in this game world for a long time, For them, what happens in the game sometimes blurs the line with reality.

Even in the game, they absolutely cannot have no bottom line.

"We want to keep them alive..."

Only by living can we see the so-called tomorrow.

Only then can they know that everything they say is not empty talk.

"And don't forget your additional mission..."

[Side mission—City of Transformation...]

The mission instructions are simple: help liberate this sinful city.

When these people who best represent the meaning of "resistance" die, where will the evil of this city be reflected?

"It's all up to you." Dai Lian replied directly.

The ability and charm shown by Yanzi in this operation were extraordinary. Even he felt that he could not do better. What was even stranger was that instead of feeling any frustration or jealousy, he was filled with joy and joy. surprise.

"What do you want us to do?" Compared with Dai Lian, Kuang Xin was much simpler and asked directly.

It’s too troublesome to use your brain.

Where to go? How many to kill?

This is what he is good at.

"We won't take action." Gong Yan shook her head, "Push over."

"Push over?" Dai Lian had a weird look on his face.

Gu Lan's eyes flashed slightly at the side. She looked at Gong Yan's side face and asked softly and curiously: "Where have you been these past few days? We haven't seen much of you."

Apart from healing the wounds of these ordinary people in various caves, they had never seen Gong Yan again.

They and Yafei were running around mysteriously all day long, and they didn't know what Gong Yan was up to.

"Call some help..."

Whether it was Yafei's statement or the information they obtained themselves, it showed one thing: Gray Iron City's rule over the people in the city was not absolute.

They do not use the monopoly material that everyone needs - stable repair fluid to forcibly control everyone's actions and thoughts.

Therefore, there are a large number of small gangs and forces in the city who only care about themselves. According to Yafei, when they launch a raid, these people may even go along with the flow and "help" them.

That being the case, why not turn this uncertainty into definite development?

They don't seek wealth, they don't seek profit, they only seek one word: power.

rights of rights.

And the only requirement for all the small gangs and small forces is: to watch a show.

Staring brings stress.

When the so-called "Doctor" leads all the core combat forces of the city to leave the city, and the regular defenders stationed in other institutions in the city are unable to arrive for help for a while, will half the company with only a small number of heavy weapons have the courage to come? Facing a counterattack with the wrath of “the whole city”?

This was the only way Gong Yan could think of to accomplish the mission without losing any blood.

"Do we still have helpers?" Kuang Xin grinned happily when he heard this.

A few days ago, under the leadership of Yafei, he had observed the surroundings of the target arms depot from a distance. The defenders were certainly many compared to the four of them, but if they wanted to deal with the crowd...

The dark crowd behind him had already given him the confidence to win. If there were still people to help, wouldn't it mean that everyone would drown them all with a mouthful of foam?

The dark crowd calmly entered the city from the city gate. Although the week-long maintenance did not make these people look so tough, the strong confidence following "faith" gave them an amazing appearance.

On the rows of tall and short buildings in the city, one after another looked at the team with either surprise or fear.

"They are all people from our city..."

"Where is the person behind the girl?"

"She never said there was anyone behind her..."

"But she can gather all these hidden rats together, I don't know how she does it..."

"Let's go and have a look."

Voices everywhere communicate in silence.

So from time to time, groups of several or dozens of strangers walked out from the alleys on the left and right, hanging close or far behind the group, maintaining an ambiguous distance.

"Are those people helping us?"

"Why do you look so weird?"

Several players walking at the front of the team gathered together and murmured quietly.

"What did the goddess say? Are they our helpers?"

"The goddess said: 'Onward'."

forward……

forward……

Countless black spots emerged from every corner of the city like ants, following behind the large group that seemed to exude the "smell of food".

The procession slowly moved in until it was overwhelming.

After receiving the news, the guards of the arsenal depot blocked the gate with a fence early, and at the same time set up their limited number of heavy machine guns to stand ready.

When the first few calm stranger figures appeared at the end of the street, every guard soldier nervously clenched the handle of the gun in his hand.

"Do you want... to shoot?" A soldier asked his immediate superior in a stuttering voice.

The immediate superior looked at his immediate superior hesitantly, and the biggest boss pressed his hand, indicating that everyone should exercise restraint.

The opponent's momentum is huge, and if they open fire rashly, they may be the ones who suffer the loss.

It's better to see what the other party wants first, and then make a decision before it's too late.

As the queue at the end of the street slowly filled up, figures were standing on the street, on the roadside corridors, on the roofs of houses...everywhere in sight where people could stand.

The darkness is overwhelming, weighing heavily on people's hearts.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?!" The guard officer of the arsenal depot held the loudspeaker and spoke seriously, "I'm warning you! This is an important military supply area, and no one is allowed to stay. You have to leave within three minutes, otherwise we will Use force!"

There was silence.

Almost all the figures were looking at the petite and frail-looking figure leading the team.

Gong Yan smiled and brushed the messy hair on her temples, and took two steps forward against the morning breeze. Her voice, which was not strong or even soft, spread easily under the impetus of spiritual energy, "Sir, we are here. Come, just for two things."

"First, give every civilian in Gray Iron City the right to freely choose whether to undergo surgery."

"Second, ensure that every civilian who undergoes surgery can have a normal standard of living regardless of failure or failure."

"You should not restrict the distribution of stable repair fluid that everyone needs as a monopoly material, and you should not discard failed surgeries as a burden."

"The city stinks because the garbage you create is everywhere..."

Across the somewhat reassuring fence, the garrison officer tightened his grip on the loudspeaker in his hand and said, "We can submit your application, but the specific outcome is not something we can decide..."

"It's not an application..." Gong Yan smiled softly, her voice gentle, her thin figure swaying like a small white flower in the wind.

"It's a notification."

Gong Yan took a step forward.

So the silent team on the long street also took a step forward in unison.

Just one step away instantly made every guard's nerves tense to the limit.

The palms of their hands were stained with sweat. One of the soldiers' eyes was staring straight ahead, and the other nervously looked sideways at their commander.

"..." The defense officer's eyes wandered around, trying to find a way to break the situation.

However, all he could see was a dark and silent figure.

people……

so many people……

All people...

The "tyranny" of the city for many years has ushered in a violent backlash.

The city stinks...

Eventually swallowing everything...

The other party's words were like a heavy hammer, hammering loudly in his heart.

Cold sweat fell from his forehead drop by drop, and the defense officer was panic-stricken and struggled to himself.

'No! ’

'no! ’

‘We can’t just give in! ’

‘I am the garrison officer of the arsenal! ’

‘I am a soldier of this city! ’

…

Looking at the nervous-looking, cold-sweating defensive officer who seemed to be struggling, and the power bosses who were secretly spying on the crowd, many of them felt a sudden thump in their hearts.

'be cheated! ’

"That girl lied to us!"

"She really doesn't need our help, but just by being here, we are standing up for her!"

No one could have predicted the confrontation scene today, let alone the pressure such a scene would put on the garrison officer.

However, if you think about it from another perspective, from the perspective of the garrison officer, you can see how insignificant the fifty or sixty-man garrison team under him is in the face of the pressure of the "whole city".

However, "Doctor" also left the city with his most elite team without any news...

"What a great time!"

Someone sneered and gritted his teeth.

But there is nothing to do but quietly wait for the natural development of events.

Maybe some of them can make huge profits from the underground transactions of "monopoly materials", but this kind of huge profits will never be shared by the people at the bottom.

At this moment, even if they intend to evacuate... they still have to ask the people at the bottom if they agree.

I was taken advantage of!

…

"No!" Under the attention of everyone, the defense officer finally said slowly, "No."

‘Maybe the city’s rules are not so correct, but at least I should do my part. ’

The garrison officer raised his head and looked directly at Gong Yan. Cold sweat had not dried on his forehead, but his eyes were firmer than ever before. "Please leave! I give you one last warning. This is a military supply center..."