I Have a Doomsday City

If possible, Song Jian really wanted to abduct the stubborn old man directly like those of base 101 militia, but the mission required not the old man, but the story behind the grenade fragment;

Song Jian speculates that this should be a serial mission. This grenade fragment is just an introduction, so this Dr. Ebostine should try not to offend as much as possible;

Seeing Dr. Ebostin's fearless look, Song Jian looked ugly, but eventually nodded and turned to leave the room.

I learned from the dialogue between the two guards at the door that someone will be changing the shift in a while. I don't know if I can take the opportunity to kill two more.

There are too many people in the room next to him, and the captain is obviously a fifth-level elite boss, and firearms. If he rushes in, he will be beaten into a horse honeycomb;

"When they get drunk, this is the best time for me to shoot." Song Jian secretly said.

The two guards were killed, and only a bottle of mineral water and a can of beef were burst. There was nothing left. Although the clothes and their weapons and rifles were present, they had no attributes. They belonged to the scene props and the clothes were still I can wear a camouflage on my body, but the rifle can't even shoot. I can only hold it in my arms and use it as a fire stick.

Song Jian waited patiently, and after more than half an hour, the door of the room next to it was pushed open, and two drunk people took the rifle as a crutch, supported the rifle, and staggered towards Song Jian;

"Ali, Cook, you two must be in a hurry, haha, rest assured, we have left a lot of good things for you, and there are several barrels of beer, enough for you to drink."

"Shit, these two guys are all asleep, dare to sleep while standing guard. If the captain knows, they will definitely whip you, Airy, you idiot, even sitting on the ground ..."

Song Jian held the rifle and pressed the peaked cap very low, covering most of his face, leaning against the door frame with his eyes closed and pretending to sleep, and Airi next to him put himself in a sitting and sleeping position. Singing and yelling, Song Jian was very nervous. If the two men found any clues and yelled, it would be more difficult for Song Jian to complete the task, and the task might even fail;

Song Jian took a deep breath, his whole body muscles were tight, and he could give a fatal blow at any time;

25 meters ...

4 meters ...

Three meters ...

The two were getting closer and closer, Song Jian stared at the two with the light of his eyes. Both looked like they were in their 30s and 40s, their faces were flushed, and both eyes could not be opened. Go forward with half-closed eyes, a look that will fall at any time.

Can such people come out and stand? Song Jian bet that even if the shift was changed, up to five minutes, the two would sleep like dead pigs;

I waited until the two were one meter away, Song Jian yawned, as if just waking up and stretched out.

哐 当 ~

Song Jian pretended not to hold the rifle in his hand and threw the rifle to the ground without any effect;

"Cook, you bastard, when you are on guard ..." The man closest to Song Jian laughed and scolded, reaching out to pat Song Jian's shoulder. Song Jian took his hand and pulled him into his arms. The other Hold the dagger tightly in one hand and pierce the other's chest fiercely;

Uh ~

Alcohol paralyzed the nerves of the militiaman, and the reaction was very dull. Three consecutive stabbings only caused his body instinct to shake slightly. Before he responded, he lost all his strength. Song Jian let go. Lying on the ground

Seeing his companion lying on the ground, the other person didn't notice any danger. He grunted twice and bent over to get the collar of the other person: "Don't pretend to be dead, Eric, do you want me to stand alone? ? "

I looked at the man in front of me without any alertness, and Song Jian was not polite. He directly drew his dagger across his throat, then pierced the dagger into the opponent's neck, blood spattered out ...

After a short while, Song Jian stood in place with blood on his back, three corpses lying under his feet, and the cold wind blew through. Song Jian couldn't help but trembled with an inexplicable expression on his face;

这 "This, is this how it feels to kill? Me, I killed ..."

游戏 This game is too real. Although Song Jian has been telling himself in the heart that the other party is just a NPC game, there is still no way to let go of it, and he feels no different from killing in reality;

Standing for a long while, Song Jian sighed and dragged the body of one of them into the room where Dr. Ebosdin lived. Then he left the two bodies in a posture of sitting on the ground with a gun and sleeping on the door frame;

System: You use a dagger to kill [LV3-101 Minutes of the Gathering Grounds] and gain 190 experience points. Your 101 Gathering Ground reputation drops by 5 points. At this time, your relationship at the 101 Gathering Grounds is indifferent.

System: You used the dagger to kill the [LV3-101 Gathering Militia], gaining 190 experience points; your 101 Gathering place reputation drops by 5 points ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ At this time, you are hostile in the 101 gathering place relationship

System: Dr. Ebbostdin's affection for you is increased by 10 points, and your relationship with him is normal now;

三 Three consecutive system prompts, let Song Jian be slightly faint;

"The relationship with the 101 gathering place is falling too fast, kill the four of them, and the relationship will be reduced to hostility?" Song Jian secretly said.

But the killing of the four militiamen, and the relationship with Dr. Ebosdin, have improved slightly, and it is obviously a good start for the branch mission;

"There are four more people, including an elite boss. There are more people than me, and they have firearms. If they fight **** the front, there is no chance of winning. A sneak attack is the best choice." Song Jian calculated secretly in his heart;

The rifles held by these militiamen look old-fashioned, but their power is weak. Song Jian has seen the use of this rifle by the White Tiger Gang, and the damage is extremely high. Although he now has more than 200 points of blood, as long as he is continuously If you hit three or four shots, you will die;

"Wait patiently, when they are all drunk, I can kill them all without any effort."

At that moment, a cry came out of the room: "How come the two guys, Cook and Airy, haven't come over, but never again, I won't keep these two barrels of beer."

Song Jian sank in his heart, and it seemed that he could not wait for all these people to be drunk before he started.

拉 "Laven, go and see what the two guys are doing?" A husky, low voice sounded from the room: "Bring the guy."

"Okay, Captain!"

Uh ~

The door was pushed open. A burly man with a long knife in his right hand and a rifle on his shoulder walked out of the room.

Uh ...