William didn't leave this abandoned city until the third day after O'Brien and his party left.
This is an extremely large city with a layout that was popular in the old days. The main city is in the middle, surrounded by four satellite cities in the southeast, southwest, west, and north. Although the houses are now in ruins, the canals are dry, and the roads are broken, the remaining parts still provide a glimpse of the grand scale of its heyday.
The main city is like a sleeping monster crawling on the field, stretching from east to west, stretching for nearly a hundred kilometers. The series of life-and-death battles in the past few days have actually only explored a corner of the city. There are still great dangers lurking in the central area of the city and on the far side. Even during the most difficult battle, William carefully avoided these areas, and O'Brien didn't have the idea of using these areas.
William sat quietly for three days on the top floor of a tall building where he could see the sunrise and sunset. After night, comes day. The day passed, and it was night again.
When night fell for the third time, William left this huge and strange city. Until he left, he felt that there seemed to be a pair of eyes watching him silently.
After three days of tranquility, all the wounds on his body began to heal, and most of his hearing has recovered. As for William, who was walking in the darkness, there was a dark red light in the center of his blue pupils. This is a sign of infrared vision, which means that from this moment on, William has real dark vision. It was only from this moment that darkness really ceased to be an obstacle.
William's pale golden hair fluttered slightly, and Sophia's treacherous eyes formed a strong contrast with the black eyepatch on the right. Most of his face was still hidden under layers of bandages, but the remaining rags on his body, which were extremely tattered, could only cover Live most of the body. The exposed skin is crystal clear and firm, reflecting a faint halo under the reflection of the night, like ivory.
Barefoot, he walked on the ruins full of gravel and steel bars, but he was not injured. The belt of the modified rifle had been broken long ago, and now it was held in William's hand, with the muzzle pointing at the ground, and the swing range was exactly the same. William left the reinforced concrete forest at a constant speed, and the twilight came behind him, turning into a sharp silhouette in front of the ruined city. The wind blew up his hair and the rags on his body, and the road that stretched endlessly in the darkness had no origin and no end.
Lucas came to the top floor of the headquarters, took two puffs of cigarettes, then suddenly raised his legs, and kicked open the dark maroon hardwood door in front of him.
Of course, this rude way of entering the door surprised the people in the room. Fasser was holding a stack of documents in his hand, and was about to put them into his purse. Looking at Lucas, his face expressionless. But it is the expressionless expression that is the real wonderful expression.
This office is quite luxuriously decorated, completely replicating the retro style of the executive offices of large companies in the old era in the 1960s. Every piece of furniture, every decoration, and even the rows of hardcover old-age classical economics books in the bookcases are very rare. After all, in this era, economics has long been unnecessary.
There are three such offices in total, which were specially set up by Lucas for the use of senior executives from the head office when they come to the branch. Growing up in the wilderness as a child taught Lucas how important it is to keep a few key people happy.
But at this moment, Lucas seems to have completely forgotten this principle that once made him soar. He took a deep breath on his cigarette, took two steps forward, stood in front of the large writing desk, and extinguished the cigarette butt on Fasser's favorite crocodile briefcase.
Fasser was still staring at Lucas' eyes, and didn't even glance at the leather bag, but his drooping cheeks, dotted with a few age spots, trembled a few times, betraying his true heart.
"I'm back." Lucas stared at the cloudy blue-gray eyes twenty centimeters away without flinching, and could smell the strong perfume from the other party's body in his nose.
"I know." Fassel replied. He could also smell the smell of sweat, smoke, blood and an unidentifiable stench on Lucas. Although it was a huge torture to the nose, Fasil did not back down.
"So you also know the result?" Lucas asked with a smile. He was grinning with bared teeth.
"Of course! Laiknar is dead, but the Black Dragonriders will send someone again soon." Fasser's tortoiseshell glasses slid even lower.
"We provoked a wolf!" Lucas squeezed out not only these words, but also splashed saliva, and of course a lot of it fell on Fasil's face, who was less than 20 centimeters away. .
"No matter how ferocious the wolf is, it won't last long! Laiknar is not a simple guy. In a world that you can't even touch, Fabregas' name is very famous!" Fasser also raised the volume, three times The drool returned to Lucas.
"By the time those noble lords send men crawling over from faraway places we don't even know about, this wolf has already torn us to pieces!" Lucas began to fumble for cigarettes from his pocket, but all he found was cigars. He decapitated the cigar without hesitation.
"But I gave you five hundred fully armed warriors!" Fasser took a small bottle of perfume, pressed it down firmly, and sprayed the thick perfume on the cut of the cigar.
"Five hundred sheep, no matter how armed they are, they won't turn into lions!" Lucas took out a big match from nowhere, and struck Fasser's crocodile leather bag with force. That eye-catching scratch was like a burning flame.
"Aha! Even 100 sheep with one to three levels of ability can overwhelm a pack of wolves! Are you trying to prove your incompetence?"
"There is a famous saying in the old days: It's not that our army is incompetent, it's that the enemy is too cunning!" Lucas began to light his cigar.
"That's one of the most famous jokes of the old days!" Faster unscrewed the cap of the perfume bottle.
"It's not a joke now! I grew up in the wilderness, and I know what kind of people I can't mess with!" Lucas' cigar began to burn, and the smell of perfumed smoke was particularly stimulating.
"But we have already provoked him!" Faster tried to prove that a small half bottle of perfume can also quench a large cigar if it is poured skillfully.
Lucas was biting a fragrant cigar, smiled maliciously, and was about to say something when suddenly a large flame burst out between the two of them, and then the pungent white smoke dispersed in all directions. This limited-scale explosion came too fast, not to mention the incompetent Fasser, even Lucas couldn't react and was blown upright.
The losses on both sides were heavy. Not only was Fasser's most beloved tie ruined, but his tortoiseshell glasses, which were more than thirty years old, also had several cracks. Lucas didn't seem to be much better than him, the messy stubble that was the symbol of a vicissitudes of life was swept away, and the thick chest hair that was the most indispensable for a majestic macho was almost wiped out.
It seems that Fasser's small bottle of perfume will become very unstable if it encounters flames. After the explosion, Lucas touched his smooth chest muscles and chin, was stunned for a moment, and then smiled wryly. While covering his lips that were swollen by the explosion, Fassl inspected the cracks on the tortoiseshell glasses. Every time he saw a crack, a trace of pain would flash in his eyes.
Although Lucas was not injured, his face and chest felt numb. As an ability owner, this small collision is really insignificant. Lucas took a deep breath, and the physical discomfort gradually disappeared, but Fassle was different, not only his lips, but even his face began to swell.
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Lucas smiled wryly, and asked, "Are you leaving?" Fasser had confirmed that the crack on the glasses was irreparable, so he threw it on the table in a slump, sighed heavily, shook his head and said, "I'm staying here." There is nothing to do. You know, the headquarters has not been very peaceful in the past few years. If I don’t go back, I am afraid that many benefits will be taken by others. In recent years, the company has been able to invest so much resources in the North Branch , is not an easy task.”
"You'd better not leave now, if you want to live a few more years." Lucas said solemnly.
"Is it that serious?" Fasser frowned, this action caused him another burst of pain, and his face twisted into a somewhat ridiculous expression.
Lucas exhaled heavily, looked out the window, and said, "It's serious! I have a feeling that he's here."
Fasser also looked out of the window, but he saw nothing but the wind and sand. He shook his head, sat back heavily in the leather chair, untied the half-burned tie, and let out a long breath, as if he felt a little more relaxed.
"Okay, I'll stay here for a few more days to see the situation. But..." Fasser looked at Lucas and said bluntly: "I can't go back, and you will only lose."
"No loss is more important than life!" Lucas said heavily. He was silent for a moment before asking: "The intruder is of extraordinary value. What price did the Black Dragonrider pay to make you willingly hand over this secret?"
"A complete formula for a fifth-order ability."
"Damn it!" Lucas cursed.
At the same time, standing quietly behind the window of an abandoned villa, looking at an armored off-road vehicle traveling at a speed of 30 kilometers per hour a few hundred meters away. This off-road vehicle performs daily patrol tasks. There are usually five to six soldiers on board. The main firepower is a 12.7MM anti-aircraft machine gun on the roof, and a 7.62MM ordinary machine gun on the passenger seat.
In the vast and complex wilderness, this off-road vehicle looks very thin, and the weapons on the vehicle are extremely attractive to mobs or armed refugees. Due to the lack of knowledge, the refugees are often unable to accurately judge the true power of the anti-aircraft machine gun and the protection of the off-road vehicle's external armor, thus misestimating the strength comparison between the two sides.
To deal with such an off-road vehicle equipped with two machine guns and three automatic rifles, there is actually little difference whether there are ten or fifty refugees with only light firepower. Their weapons cannot penetrate the armor of off-road vehicles, and a distance of about 200 meters is enough for shooters on off-road vehicles to knock them all down. The shooters equipped on these off-road vehicles all have the ability to master the second level of large weapons.
Such a patrol car is actually a trap set by Sophia for a small group of armed refugees. If they think that the advantage in numbers can make up for the gap in firepower, then most or even all of them will turn into corpses, which is the price the refugees need to pay for it. With a click, William pushed a bullet into the gun.
It's dusk. The patrol car that should have returned to the base long ago has not returned, but the lieutenant on duty in Pendulum City today is not worried. It was dinner time now, and he filled himself with a large bowl of his favorite cheese-baked tomato beef in the officer's canteen, and ate heartily. Just looking at the speed at which he ate, one could tell that the lieutenant was in a good mood today. In fact, what the lieutenant officer thought of at this moment was the food he saw when he was sweeping up the mob a few days ago. With the contrast, naturally tonight's meal is extraordinarily delicious.
In the wilderness, a plate of food in front of this lieutenant can indeed be exchanged for a few nights of dedicated service from a handsome girl. If the situation is not good, it is also possible to directly exchange for one or even several young female slaves.
In the past, patrol cars returned late from time to time. If this happens, it means that a group of armed refugees with poor eyesight will be out of luck. How many refugees are there? The Lieutenant never worried about that. The body of the patrol car actually contained a full 1,000 rounds of anti-aircraft machine gun ammunition, and another 2,000 rounds of machine gun ammunition. These things can completely wipe out a company of refugees. So the lieutenant's appetite was as good as ever.
When the afterglow in the sky was about to fade away, the patrol car slowly appeared in the sight of the pendulum city sentry. Different from the momentum of rushing forward and billowing dragons with billowing smoke when returning from fierce battles in the past, this time the patrol car drove slowly towards the pendulum city at a speed of more than ten kilometers. Above the car body, the shooter sitting behind the anti-aircraft machine gun also leaned listlessly on the gun.
"Hey! Look, Charlie and the others are back! After such a long delay, there must be a lot of results. Why didn't I have such good luck, I didn't even touch a bird feather when I was on patrol!" A person sitting behind the sentry machine gun The young Sagittarius said enviously and jealously.
The sentry post was built on the top floor of a ten-story building, with a very wide view, and the shooting position was made of concrete, which was much better protected than the chest barrier made of sandbags.
Behind the protective wall, a veteran with a weathered face was sitting with his back against the wall, smoking a cigarette leisurely. The RF010 assault rifle was thrown casually on the ground beside him, but if there is a situation, the veteran can reach out and touch the gun.
"Boy! If you participate in a few more battles, or reach my age, you will understand that being able to do nothing all day is the greatest happiness." The veteran said leisurely.
The young warrior obviously didn't take it seriously, his childish face was full of desire for victory, honor and wealth. He looked jealously at the patrol car that was slowly returning, and maliciously speculated that they must have achieved brilliant results, and came back in this abnormal way, so as to attract more eyeballs and attention, and maybe even delusional to get Sophia's Favor!
When thinking of Sophia's round buttocks and slender straight legs, the blood of this young warrior can't help but flow faster. Looking at the patrol car again, there was some vague hostility that he didn't even notice.
In Pendulum City, Sophia's strength is unquestionable, unchallengeable, and absolutely unreasonable. But in this day and age, the concept that women are men's accessories, sexual tools, and reproductive mothers has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Although the young soldier is only a third-class soldier with the lowest rank, he also has the urge to throw Sophia on the ground and ravage him . Of course, this kind of thinking can only be hidden in the deepest part of my heart, not only can't show it in front of Sophia, even when talking nonsense among colleagues, I absolutely can't say it.
Soldiers who try to get Sophia's idea in various weird ways, whether they are handsome and weak, or rough, tough, and chest-haired, have a surprisingly high mortality rate on the battlefield, without exception.
The veteran finally finished his cigarette, poked his head lazily over the parapet, and glanced at the patrol car. Although the sky was already very dark, and the patrol car was still some distance away, with his rich experience, the veteran could still see at a glance that there was a big problem with the shooter's posture. He stood up abruptly, grabbed the night vision binoculars, and looked over at the patrol car. After looking at it, the veteran immediately turned around and shouted: "Alarm! Alarm! Raise the alarm! They are all dead!"
The ear-piercing alarm sounded, and the moment the alarm sounded, the lieutenant who was about to swallow the last spoonful of beef firmly bit the steel spoon. Fasser, who was slowly adding sugar to a cup of strong coffee, shook his hand, and poured half a can of sugar into the coffee, completely ruining the cup of good Jamaica. Lucas hid alone in the dark office, smoking one cigarette after another. When he heard the alarm, the flickering fireworks no longer flickered, but froze until they went out. Sophia was bored in the underground shooting range, constantly challenging William's modified pistol amidst the deafening gunfire.
The veteran turned on the searchlights, and a beam of intense beams of light focused on the patrol car driving slowly in a straight line, fully illuminating the car body and the people on it.
The shooter was leaning on the gun mount with his head hanging on his chest. Under the strong light, it could be seen that the military uniform on the back of his chest was stained with dark colors. The two fighters in the cab leaned their heads back on the seats, staring blankly at the sky and the roof of the car. Their chests were covered in dark smudges.
The patrol car roared in a low voice, and continued to crawl towards the pendulum city where the siren blared at a speed of less than 20 kilometers. The barracks in the city was buzzing with people, and soldiers rushed out, and a group of night patrol soldiers with loaded guns and live ammunition had already driven over in vehicles and went up to the patrol car. Some brave soldiers jumped into the patrol car, pulled the dead soldiers out of the cab, and stopped the patrol car that was set to drive automatically.
The patrol car was parked 50 meters away from the entrance of the pendulum city. Experienced military officers had long wondered whether there would be a bomb installed in the car, and had called in electronic experts with special instruments to scan the car body.
Fortunately, apart from the disappearance of the anti-aircraft machine gun, there seemed to be no damage on the patrol car, and there were no bombs or other traps. In addition to the two soldiers in the cab and the shooter on the roof, there were two corpses stuffed in the back of the car, both of whom went out with the car. Most of the ammunition in the carriage was well preserved, but some anti-aircraft machine gun ammunition was missing. It is not known whether it was fired or taken away. Counting the number, the anti-aircraft machine guns had not much ammunition, that is, one or two hundred rounds.
When Lucas and Fassel arrived, the patrol car had been pulled aside, and the bodies of five soldiers were laid side by side on the ground. More than a dozen soldiers were swimming around with guns, setting up a cordon.
Lucas threw the exhausted cigarette butt on the ground, crushed it a few times with his military boots, and said, "Did you see it? This is our third-order sheep."
The archer lying on the ground has mastered the third level of heavy weapons and is one of Sophia's trump cards. Whether it is burst or strafing with an anti-aircraft machine gun, the performance at a distance of 500 meters can be compared with the 100-meter shooting of an excellent soldier's automatic rifle. He was lying quietly at the moment, and the ragged military uniform could barely cover the big hole in his chest. The same is true for several other fighters, each of whom has a very eye-catching huge bullet hole.
Fasser wiped the sweat from his brow, forced a smile and said, "It looks like the other party is an excellent sniper."
"It's not just excellent." Lucas replied coldly.
Fasser shrugged and said, "But I heard that ace snipers like to strike between the eyebrows."
"His gun is different. If you shoot between the eyebrows, it will blow the whole head off." Lucas looked at Fasser, and after a while, he continued: "He doesn't shoot the head, so we can clearly see that these people are dying. front face."
Looking at the terrified, appalled, puzzled, or bewildered faces, Fasser suddenly felt that the muscles on his face were so sore that he could no longer smile. The huge bullet holes with a diameter of more than ten centimeters were so shocking that Fasser even had the illusion that those bullet holes had moved to his body, and the bullet holes passed through in the night wind, bringing a thrilling feeling coolness.
The light of the searchlight looked extraordinarily pale and dazzling at this moment.
All all! Gunshots like thunder suddenly sounded, spreading rapidly in the open wilderness, and the aftermath of gunshots echoed among the tall buildings of the Pendulum City.
"It's an anti-aircraft machine gun!" Lucas immediately reacted when he heard the gunshot. He suddenly made a sideways pounce, firmly pressing Fasser under him. It's just that he understands William's marksmanship, and since he heard the gunshot, it means that it's too late, and any instinctive actions Lucas makes can only be used as a way of comforting himself.
The searchlight on the tenth floor emitted a puff of white smoke and went out. The veteran operating the searchlight was pierced by two anti-aircraft machine gun bullets. One nearly broke his waist, and the other shaved off half of his scalp. The last bullet of three bursts extinguished the searchlight.
The young recruits sat blankly on the machine gun positions, as if they hadn't understood what was happening in front of them. Hot blood flowed down his head and face, and flowed into his clothes, making it sticky and uncomfortable. The recruit was not injured, his head was covered with the blood and perhaps flesh of the veteran.
The recruit suddenly remembered what the veteran said just now: "Boy! If you participate in a few more battles, or reach my age, you will understand that being able to do nothing all day is the greatest happiness."
Fear surged up at this time, and the recruit suddenly squatted on the ground, hugged his head tightly, and cried hysterically.