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Chapter 181: The Black Snake Mercenary Group is Annihilated!

Chapter 181: Chapter 181: The Black Snake Mercenary Group is Annihilated!

Inside the semi-collapsed abandoned building.

Crouched by the broken enclosing wall, Karl was holding his sniper rifle, aiming at the street over eight hundred meters away, occasionally pulling the trigger to take out targets exposed beyond cover.

The view here was very broad; the entire street lay under the aim of his rifle, not even a mouse could sneak into this area without escaping his notice.

"The fifth one... die!"

Through the scope, a survivor carrying a rocket launcher had a burst of blood mist explode from the back of his head. The survivors nearby seemed startled but didn’t panic; they immediately bent down to pick up the rocket launcher from his hands and, along with the others, hid inside the nearby cover.

"These endless rats... just how many more are there!"

Cursing under his breath, Karl took a deep breath, proficiently pulled back the bolt to eject the cartridge, and started searching for the next target, continuing to fire.

Squad C had already engaged the enemy, and they were locked in fierce gunfire with the local survivors.

The combat at the entrance to Garden Street Metro Station was gruesomely severe, with machine-gun bullets weaving a web of death across the open street!

However, the intense gunfire hadn’t scared those survivors; even if their companions were torn into fragmented sieves beside them, they would still bravely mount an attack.

This baffled Karl; he could not fathom what kind of courage this was, nor could he imagine what made them so fiercely disregard their lives.

Even though he had successfully suppressed at least three squads, holding back at least a dozen men, the situation of Squad C had not improved at all and was still being dragged into a hard fight by these survivors’ numbers.

A teammate’s voice came through the communication channel.

"Damn it, I’ve already used up a drum of ammo; if it weren’t for ’North Suburb,’ I’d think we were up against ’Tide’!"

"Karl! How many do you see!"

"Forty... no, maybe fifty," Karl licked his chapped lips, targeting his prey and spoke, "You’d better prepare for a tough fight; from what I can see, they’re like an army of ants!"

"Shit! I didn’t hear there were so many survivors in the North Suburb, have they all come?!"

"Probably."

Iron Fist Rocket Launcher, "Opener" rifle, and that ancestral 60cm bayonet from the army!

Looking at these familiar weapons, Karl’s eyelids twitched, feeling an ominous premonition.

He was certain they were not with the army; that left only one possibility, that they had defeated the army at least once on the frontal battlefield!

Even if it was just the remnant forces of the army!

Merely with these cannon fodder, it was impossible to win against the army on the front lines, unless they had some other trump card.

At this moment, there suddenly came movement from downstairs.

As the squad’s professional scout, Karl’s nerves tightened instantaneously; he quickly stowed the sniper rifle and drew the handgun at his waist, stepping quietly towards the door.

The noise downstairs seemed to disappear.

Most of the walls here were damaged, leaving only the load-bearing walls barely intact, while most of the space had become a playground for Variants, with not only Eaters but also mutated rats and cockroaches.

He hadn’t cleared out the Variants in the entire building.

But he was sure, that noise was definitely not made by Variants!

Thinking of the target who might be an Awakener he had seen yesterday, Karl felt his heart rise to his throat.

Silence enveloped the surroundings.

It was so quiet that he could even hear his heartbeat.

Looking at the communication channel’s signal light flashing frantically, a drop of cold sweat slid across Karl’s forehead.

He knew he couldn’t delay here any longer, he had to move quickly to a new sniping position to provide support for Squad C, embroiled in a tough battle!

He had to take the initiative!

With resolve, he gripped the handgun, carefully leaving the room, and made his way to the neighboring room. There was a two-step-wide hole there, leading directly down to the floor below.

The sound seemed to be near the safety passageway; after going down, he only needed to move through the corridor to the entrance of the safety passageway to surprise them from behind!

As soon as his feet touched the ground below, Karl squatted down, but just as he was about to lean close to the wall, an arrow whizzed over his head!

"Shit!"

Startled, Karl cursed, leaning out from the cover and fired three shots in the direction the arrow had come from. His other hand didn’t hesitate to pull out a grenade and threw it out in front.

Boom——!

The fragmentation grenade exploded, sending shrapnel rampaging through the open hall, drawing out the Eaters from the next room.

Karl wasn’t flustered; with the number of people on the other side unknown and him alone on this side, the more chaotic the situation, the more it benefited him.

This was why he hadn’t cleared the Variants on the nearby floors!

When necessary, those Eaters would become the most reliable shield for him, covering his transfer between floors!

Just then, another cold arrow flew past his head and stuck into the concrete wall behind him.

Karl sneered in his heart.

Bows and arrows?

What era was it, and someone still used such primitive weapons. Daring to challenge him without even a gun, they must be tired of living!

"Do you have any skills aside from ambushes—"

Before he could finish the sentence, an explosion roared from behind Karl. He hadn’t noticed that the arrow shot before had three thumb-thick tubes tied to its side.

The 3X50g charge exploded instantly, scattering 3X20 steel pellets like a torrential rain, sweeping through the room. Caught off guard, Karl’s back was blasted into a bloody mess, and he screamed painfully.

"Ah——!"

Screams and blood squeezed out from Karl’s throat together.

Through the smoke, a figure approached him.

Almost instinctively, Karl struggled to lift his pistol, firing several shots at the figure, but only saw the bullets spark against the chestplate, failing to scratch the person, just like tickling.

The magazine was empty.

Karl’s face was etched with despair.

The man walked up to him, nonchalantly took hold of his gun-wielding right hand, and easily plucked the pistol from his grasp.

And to add insult to injury, he crushed his wrist on the spot.

Looking down at the red-named target writhing on the ground like a maggot, Old White took a glance at the scratch on his own breastplate and couldn’t help but praise.

"Holy shit, this armor is so damn useful!"

It was indeed armor that the Manager himself had worn once!

Regular bullets couldn’t penetrate it at all!

At best, they just added a few more medals of honor to his breastplate!

Wild Wind, who came in carrying a javelin from the adjacent room, glanced at the man curled up on the ground babbling in pain.

"What is he saying?"

Fang Chang responded, "Probably begging for mercy? That’s how it usually goes in the movies."

Old White turned to Fang Chang and asked, "Speaking of the bounty mission, did it say anything about taking prisoners?"

Fang Chang pondered for a moment and said, "200 silver coins are guaranteed, I feel this sniper could be a big help, let’s keep him for now... Night Ten, what are you playing with?"

"Holy crap, this sniper rifle is too cool!"

Hugging the sniper rifle he had picked up from the ground, Night Ten was caressing the barrel with his right hand, eyes sparkling as if he had found a treasure.

The light green casing, the substantial bolt, the comforting length, and the flash suppressor at the muzzle all showcased its might. What really thrilled him was the optical scope on the upper rail—maximum magnification of six times, and adjustable zoom and focus!

This was way better than the homemade telescope he had bought from the NPC shop!

"I’ve decided," Night Ten seriously said to Fang Chang, "from now on, call it Artillery!"

Hearing the name, Fang Chang couldn’t resist retorting.

"Can’t you pick a name that’s slightly less... plain?"

Night Ten rolled his eyes.

"Please, as if it could be plainer than your ’Dawn.’"

"How is ’Dawn’ plain at all!!"

"...Alright, there are still people outside," Wild Wind said, peering through the hallway window at the street, "We’ve already bagged 200 silver coins. What do you say? Do we keep going?"

Staring down at the gunfire-riddled street below, Fang Chang suddenly had an idea and turned to Night Ten.

"Night Ten, can you hit them from here?"

"Let me check!"

Night Ten, with the sniper rifle in his arms, went to the window, looked outside, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"It’s a bit far, the angle isn’t great... but it shouldn’t be a big problem."

"Distance on the map: 800 meters, we are currently on the 19th floor," Fang Chang squeezed his shoulder, "Brother who racked the bolt first in our team, it’s up to you now."

...

Eight hundred meters away.

The entrance to Garden Street Metro Station.

Gunfire echoed incessantly, the whole street was in chaos.

Players used homemade smoke bombs made from phosphorus, potassium nitrate, and sugar to cloud the streets, threw homemade grenades made from black powder, and bullets from assorted weapons fired off as though they were free, pushing the front line to the middle of the street in just three minutes.

"Fire! Fire!"

"Damn it, how many of them are there?!"

"I don’t know! All I know is if we keep firing like this, I’m gonna run out of bullets!"

The pungent smell of gunpowder filled the whole road, and bullets zipped through the air.

The flames spitting from the machine gun bathed Lambert’s face in a ruddy glow. At first, he was only firing short bursts, but then he had to spray to keep up—now the barrel was getting hot.

Yet even so, he couldn’t stop these survivors’ attack that surged like a high tide!

Have these people gone mad?!

Don’t they fear death at all?!

To avoid being overwhelmed, Team C had to repeatedly fall back, ultimately retreating to the entrance of Garden Street Metro Station.

Repositioning the machine gun, Lambert cursed over the communications channel.

"Damn it! Where’s Karl? Did that idiot fall asleep?"

"I have a bad feeling..."

"No matter your feeling, hold your position! Our Teams A and B are still below in the subway—"

Right in the middle of speaking, a teammate beside Lambert took a burst of bullets to the chest, producing a spray of blood. He didn’t even have time to grunt before he fell to the ground.

"Sniper!"

Fear seized Lambert’s heart, and just as he was about to retreat, two rocket-propelled grenades cut through the smog—one whizzed into the subway station while the other slammed into a concrete boulder barrier in front of them.

The explosion nearly singed his hair, and Lambert, who had thrown himself to the ground, scrambled and grabbed a rifle from a teammate to hide within the subway.

Past the security checkpoint, he ran wildly to the platform, flipped into a carriage, and set up his rifle aiming at the stairs behind.

While catching his breath, he said,

"This is Team C, the surface position is lost, we need to find a new—"

Halfway through his sentence, a gust of wind suddenly hit from behind, heavily striking Lambert on the back of his head and knocking him out cold.

"Ha ha ha! I’ve made my loss back, made it all back!" Mosquito, holding a steel rod, was so excited he nearly gave the red-named elite monster another whack.

Picking up a free kill was simply exhilarating, okay?!

"You’re getting excited for what? That’s just 200 silver coins. You need another kill to break even—what the fuck?"

The Mole, who had sneaked over from the adjacent carriage with him, caught sight of the black-colored rifle on the ground at a glance.

He picked it up off the floor and, looking at the tactical flashlight and vertical grip under the muzzle, the Mole’s eyes sparkled with excitement.

"This rifle is cool..."

Although it couldn’t compare to his Black Swan, selling it for two or three hundred silver coins shouldn’t be a problem, right?

"A handgun, and two grenades... This bulletproof vest should be usable, too!"

Zhang Hai, who had his backside covered, didn’t know when he had slipped over from the next carriage. He excitedly felt around the body of the elite monster while mumbling to himself.

"We’re gonna be rich, rich!"

Mosquito and Mole exchanged glances, communicating silently.

’What does it have to do with him?’

’Who knows!’

...

Surface.

The street adjacent to Garden Street Metro Station.

Seeing the smoke in the distance, despite the weather being minus ten or twenty degrees Celsius, Liu Jiuyue felt sweat seeping into the palms of his hands.

He was coincidentally passing by while escorting the caravan back to Brown’s farmstead and had witnessed the entire battle from start to finish.

Only one thought crossed his mind.

They were so strong!

The guard next to him swallowed, whispering quietly with another guard.

"Is it over?"

"Seems like it..."

"What on earth is hidden inside this metro station? It’s not just the people from the North Suburb here; even the mercenaries from the Giant Stone City have shown up."

"No matter what’s hidden there, it’s not something we can handle," Liu Jiuyue said, interrupting the guards’ whispering. He swallowed again before continuing.

"Let’s keep moving. The fight is over now."

The neighbors near Wetland Park might be even stronger than they had imagined.

He suddenly understood a little better why Mr. Brown had taken the initiative to offer food to those people...

...

Voice of the Giant Stone City Radio Station Headquarters.

Haus, the star radio host, was currently sitting in the studio with his feet perched on the table, looking at the press release his colleague had just brought in.

Although his posture was relaxed, his expression was anything but relaxed, gradually turning solemn and tense.

Suddenly, he sat up straight in his chair, looking at the colleague standing in the studio.

"Black Snake Mercenary Group lost? Lost to a bunch of country bumpkins? How is that possible? Is there some mistake?!"

The colleague in the studio shook his head and said.

"You’re not the only one surprised. I confirmed it twice with the reporters at the lookout tower, but the result was the same."

"The Black Snake Mercenary Group’s sneak attack completely enraged the country bumpkins from the North Suburb; they sent out at least a hundred people to surround them. The squad that Commander Pruitt left on the surface was completely annihilated; the remaining two squads are trapped inside the metro station, and it looks like it’s more danger than good luck."

"According to the Central Casino, a lot of people bet after watching our program today. We’re broadcasting this news in fifteen minutes; get ready."

With that, he turned and left the studio, taking care to close the door behind him.

Haus’s face alternated between pale and flushed, his hand clenching the press release into a fist.

Even though he hadn’t hired these mercenaries and Pruitt wasn’t his acquaintance or friend, he had just bet 500 chips on two members of the Black Snake Mercenary Group dying.

That was his entire week’s salary!

If this report was true, he would have worked this week for nothing.

"These incompetent fools, truly disgraceful, all of them can go to hell! Better none of them come back!"

Haus angrily crumpled the press release into a ball and threw it into the wastebasket.

He decided to rewrite it, giving those outnumbering, dishonorable country bumpkins from the North Suburb a piece of his mind!

...

One kilometer from Garden Street Metro Station.

Chu Guang, clad in exoskeleton armor, sat on a bench on the street, overseeing the smoky battlefield through a Hummingbird drone connected to his VM.

The players had already charged to the entrance of the metro station. It took them less than fifteen minutes from arriving on the battlefield to securing the metro station.

Except for the one who escaped into the metro station, the other three mercenaries all died under the chaotic gunfire of his little players.

The entrance to Shelter No.117 was located in the middle of the tunnel.

There was almost no cover to use there; foreseeably, the mercenaries would definitely guard the exit of the shelter.

A faint smile played on Chu Guang’s lips as he reached for the Warhammer resting next to him and rose from the bench.

"It’s finally my turn to make an entrance."

...

Below the surface.

In the tunnel of Garden Street Metro Station.

"Damn it, Team C is gone, we have to rely on ourselves now!"

Listening to the static in the communications channel, Jerry cursed and propped his rifle on the stairs next to the tunnel.

This was the only place in the tunnel that could provide cover.

The captain left them, entering Shelter No. 117 alone. As the captain of Team B, he was ordered to hold the entrance at all costs.

However, even with two light machine guns and two rocket launchers, it was still not enough to give him a sense of security.

They had no reinforcements.

Those left here were the last standing.

And according to the intelligence provided by Team C, they were facing over ten times their number in enemy forces. Jerry wasn’t even sure if their ammunition would last until the commander emerged from the shelter.

At this moment, noises came from the other end of the tunnel.

Not just Jerry, everyone’s heart raced to their throats.

A figure appeared in the tunnel.

He was clad in steel armor, carrying a warhammer, and pointed it provocatively at them.

The moment Jerry saw the figure appearing in the tunnel, he roared with all his might.

"Fire!"

Da-da-da—!

Orange-yellow tracer fire poured from both sides of the tunnel, slicing towards the man like scissors, forming a dense network of bullets.

But an unbelievable scene took place.

The hundreds of bullets that poured forth in an instant hit an invisible wall and didn’t have any effect at all.

Not even a ripple was created!

Old White, standing at the eye of the storm with his hammer now held with both hands, shouted excitedly.

"Holy shit! This hammer is freaking amazing!"

A few minutes ago, the Manager had given him this warhammer and told him to simply press the button on the handle, direct it toward the enemy, and make a taunting gesture.

Before entering the tunnel, Old White was worried if he could withstand the attack, but it seemed now that his concerns were utterly unnecessary!

The nitrogen shield that extended from the top of the warhammer, like a transparent umbrella, blew away all incoming bullets.

That network of fire seemed fierce, but it hadn’t touched his armor once!

"Come on, hit me harder!"

"Is this all you’ve got? Didn’t you have lunch?"

Old White wasn’t sure if these elite monsters would understand his imperfect Mandarin, and even less certain if they could hear him over the gunfire.

But it didn’t matter.

Being this badass was all that counted!

Please, let there be more missions like this!

Seeing the "monster" unfazed in the midst of their firepower, Jerry, filled with fear, quickly directed his men to set up the rocket launcher.

However, before the man with the rocket launcher could pull the trigger, a shot, as powerful as artillery, tore his upper body to shreds.

Jerry was stunned.

But in just a second, he realized what had happened and his face turned pale with horror.

A Gauss Rifle!

These hillbillies from the North Suburb actually had a Gauss Rifle!

These mercenaries weren’t given the time to think of a counterstrategy.

Chu Guang, who had successfully attracted the opposing fire while tucking away his Gauss Rifle, decisively blew the whistle in his mouth.

The piercing whistle echoed through the tunnel.

Deafening shouts of war rose simultaneously as players with bayonets affixed to their weapons flooded from the platform into the tunnel like a bursting dam.

"Kill them!"

"Ula!"

"For Demacia!"

"For the Manager!"

"Crush them!"

The shouting was so loud it made everyone’s ears hurt.

Watching the glints of cold light charging from the darkness, Jerry was filled with terror, his willpower uncontrollably collapsing.

By this time, the monster wearing heavy armor and wielding the warhammer had already charged to their front. With a mere wave of his hand, he sent a gunman flying.

Close combat began.

A mercenary had just pulled out his dagger when he was turned into a sieve by myriad thrusting bayonets.

It was over.

Completely over.

Even if their captain came out in his power armor to save them, they stood no chance of breaking out from here.

Completely losing his will to fight, Jerry threw down his weapon like a madman, raised both hands over his head, and knelt down, pleading for mercy.

"Stop!"

"We surrender!"

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