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Chapter 552 - Chapter 552 It would be better for us if you were dead

"... One shot of the 'Dove' missile destroyed 12 targets, and the X-16 cleared 11 in less than a minute... As long as you can help me collect enough AI cores, I can even help you build a android army, and the price is less than one million silver coins. Do you want to consider it?"

On the giant wall.

Overlooking the slums, Yin Bosi, with a smile on his face, commented on the excitement.

Originally, he could only stand here and watch the organics fighting from a distance, and at most sell them a few weapons they could afford.

Now he can finally go down in person.

He is very satisfied with this new shareholder. Making profits for the Giant Stone Military Industry and watching the organics die in various ways are his few pleasures and the meaning of his existence.

Anyway, he does not have as many miscellaneous aspirations as humans, and is not interested in consumption, reproduction, art, philosophy and other ways that humans have to relieve loneliness.

In the dilapidated and messy alleys, the crowds of people began to retreat. The gang members were frightened by the sudden landing of X-16.

A few drone assault rifles were their only heavy firepower, and at most a few cheap RPG rocket launchers. Most gang members only had pistols and iron pipe rifles, which were no match for X-16.

They never thought that they would face the androids of Jushi Military Industry.

In the memory of most gang members, the towering giant walls would never attack them, the rats in the gutter, because there was no benefit.

They couldn't figure out why they were worthy of a missile falling from the sky, and they couldn't figure out why the respected Mr. Yin Bos threw the expensive android here.

Their lives combined were not as valuable as that guy!

Human life is too short.

So short that they take things for granted.

Almost no one remembered that a century ago, the Stone City had dealt a heavy blow to them.

"Those little rats retreated..." Looking at the bottom of the giant wall, Yin Bosi grinned, "Speaking of which, what have you considered?"

No response.

After being left alone for a long time, Yin Bosi looked back, but saw that the person was gone. He was slightly stunned, and then smiled and shook his head.

"Tsk tsk, impatient guy."

...

[Hidden task: Discover and destroy the gang base (completed)]

[Introduction: The welfare house disguised as an abandoned building is actually a den for gang members to raise and sell slaves. ]

[Reward: 300 contribution points, 1000 regional reputation, 599 silver coins]

[New task reminder: Investigate the basement of the welfare house and wait for the arrival of the alliance troops (in progress)]

The dark and damp basement.

On both sides of the narrow corridor are crooked cells.

Hearing the sound of the door opening and footsteps coming from the door, there were rustling sounds in the cell, and faces were pressed against the railings and looking out curiously.

There were boys and girls, the older ones were sixteen or seventeen years old, which was considered an adult in the wasteland, and the younger ones were six or seven years old, which was considered a child anywhere.

It was a different style from the dungeon in the predator's nest.

In order to sell the "goods" at a good price, the gang members generally did not abuse them.

According to Horaka's confession, most of these people were orphans, some were sold here by their families, and some were collected by guys like Miles.

Most people in the slums knew about such a place, but no one cared. Even if this trouble was right under their noses, not everyone would encounter it. On the contrary, without those "order-maintaining" gang members, the situation in the slums might be worse.

After all, it was a wasteland.

Compared to starvation and death from disease, the number of people sold is insignificant, and prostitutes often need such a place to help them deal with the troubles that are born unexpectedly... Of course, this is the excuse made by the NPC named Horaka.

Put away the weapon.

Feng Qing walked forward along the narrow aisle, and saw a young face with round eyes looking at him.

The little girl was about eleven or twelve years old, and the blue-gray linen wrapped around her body like a skirt.

Stopping in front of the railing, Feng Qing leaned down with his hands on his knees and smiled at the little girl with round eyes in a friendly way.

"What's your name?"

Perhaps because she looked more friendly, the little girl was not afraid of her at all, and said in a clear and pleasant voice.

"Ganju!"

"Ganju... is a nice name."

Little Ganju raised the corner of her mouth proudly.

"Yeah, Sister Horaka gave it to me!"

"Sister Horaka... is she the one with freckles next to her nose?"

"Yeah!" Little Orange nodded and said happily, "I heard that there was a Orange a long time ago, a big Orange, but she was adopted by a kind person, so the name was left to me."

It can be seen that she likes this name very much, and she doesn't hate the guy outside at all, and even regards that guy as her mother.

Feng Qing felt a little sad.

Perhaps it's because the NPCs here are more like people than people, this game is always particularly real in inexplicable places.

"How long have you lived here?"

"A month... about?"

Ganju tilted her head, she didn't know how long she had stayed here, after all, people usually don't live here.

About?

Ganju continued to speak in a low voice while recalling.

"We used to live upstairs, and only children who made mistakes were brought here... Later, Sister Horaka said that the bad guys from the Alliance came and wanted to capture and eat us all. But she told us not to be afraid, she said she would protect us, and asked us to hide downstairs for a while and not make too much noise."

Listening to that childish voice, Feng Qing was a little amused.

Bad guys...

But think about it.

There is nothing as convenient as the Internet in the wasteland.

Maybe in the far south, or in the land west of the Great Desert, the Alliance is a symbol of evil.

Seeing that the sister in front of her didn't speak, Ganju continued to speak tentatively in a low voice.

"The basement is too stuffy, and I don't know when the Alliance will leave... Sister, are you going to take me away?"

She felt that this sister was not bad.

She was pretty and her clothes were nice.

"Do you want to go with me?"

"Yes! Sister Horaka said that everyone will be adopted, the sooner the better, it will be troublesome if it's too late, so you must be good when outsiders come." Seeing that someone is willing to adopt her, Ganju's eyes sparkled, and she stretched out her little hand and counted seriously, "I can sweep the floor, mop the floor, wipe the windows, and wipe the table..."

Looking at her counting with her fingers, Feng Qing felt a slight tightening in his heart, but he still smiled and praised softly.

"Great, unlike sister who can only recite poems."

"Poems?" Ganju tilted her head.

"Yes!" Feng Qing gently touched her head, "I'll teach you when we get out."

She can recite a lot of poems, not just the few lines engraved on the plane for self-entertainment.

Back to the entrance of the basement.

Feng Qing sighed and said after looking at Horaka tied to the cage.

"You, why don't you go down and confess."

Horaka's face was pale, and he begged.

"Don't, don't kill me... I have confessed everything. I was forced to do it. If I don't work for Mr. West, I will be sold to the plunderers."

"You can argue with the judge about that matter."

Feng Qing glanced outside the window of the corridor.

Two wheeled armored vehicles were parked at the gate of the courtyard not far away. The 20mm heavy machine guns on the roof emitted a cold light. The well-trained soldiers quickly controlled the entire area. With the cooperation of small drones, they searched for the traces of militants from house to house in groups of four.

There was the logo of the First Corps on the armored vehicle.

There were quite a few people coming, probably a team of 100 people.

Although their military operations in Luoxia Province were mainly to maintain order in the occupied areas, they also went to the front line to participate in several battles when the players could not cope with it.

The NPC troops, who only had one life, were closer to the regular army in style.

Just a few gangs dared to challenge the war machine of the alliance. They are simply tired of living.

"...Looking at this situation, there might be another big event on New Year's Eve." Feng Qing's eyes gradually became excited.

A team of soldiers wearing exoskeletons passed through the main gate, met Feng Qing's eyes, and walked towards this side.

The soldier walking in front opened the visor of his helmet, knocked his right fist on his left chest, and said neatly.

"The 21st Hundred-man Team of the First Corps has been ordered to take over this area. Just leave it to us."

As the voice fell, a line of light blue text was updated on the VM.

[Task: Investigate the basement of the welfare home and wait for the arrival of the alliance troops (completed)]

Like the NPC's movements, Feng Qing also put his right fist on his chest and saluted, smiled and said politely.

"Well! I'll leave it to you."

The captain waved his hand and sent one team to the basement, the other two teams to search upstairs, and the rest stayed in the hall on standby.

Looking at the fully armed soldiers, Horaka, who was slumped on the ground, looked ashen.

She had no doubt that the Dagger Gang, which was once a powerful force in the slums, would probably come to an end this time...

The children imprisoned in the dungeon were quickly brought out.

What Feng Qing didn't expect was that the dungeon, which didn't look very spacious, actually held ninety-seven people.

Because the temperature on the surface was much colder than the basement, and there were no suitable clothes for them in the car, the soldiers of the alliance could only let them wrap themselves in the quilts they had searched from the building, and then hand them over to professionals for care when they arrived at the refugee home.

The rescued children held the quilt tightly, looking at the soldiers wearing exoskeletons blankly, with fear written all over their faces, but they dared not speak.

Some older girls guessed something, but their faces were also full of confusion about the future.

Looking at Feng Qing standing by the door, Xiao Ganju stopped and whispered.

"Sister... are you from the Alliance?"

Even if she was not smart, she guessed something when she saw Sister Horaka's expression.

The soldier who took her to the car did not urge her to go forward, but just stopped beside her.

Feng Qing squatted down and looked at her, gently touched her head, and comforted her softly.

"Don't worry, we won't eat you."

Ganju asked in a low voice.

"Then, where will we be sent?"

Feng Qing thought for a moment and tried to describe it.

"Well... a place warmer than here, where people will teach you to read, write and count."

Ganju looked a little disappointed.

"Will no one adopt us?"

Feng Qing didn't know how to answer this question, but looking at the little girl's lonely expression, he suddenly had an idea and said with a smile.

"But sister can go to play with you."

Ganju's eyes lit up immediately.

"Really?!"

"Yeah!" Feng Qing nodded vigorously, stared into her eyes, and stretched out his little finger, "Pin."

Although she didn't know the meaning of doing this, after shaking her fingers together, the little girl felt warm in her heart.

She suddenly felt that the alliance was not so scary.

Maybe Sister Horaka remembered it wrong?

After saying thank you happily, little Ganju waved goodbye vigorously and followed the soldiers to the armored vehicle outside the courtyard gate.

Watching the armored vehicle drive away, Feng Qing smiled like an aunt and waved gently.

So cute...

Can I keep one?

Suddenly realizing that her smile was a little out of control, Feng Qing blushed, and hurriedly shook her head to get rid of the strange thought.

"Oh right... spices, I have to buy some spices back." Muttering to herself, she hurried out of the yard and walked towards the market at the main entrance of the giant wall.

I almost forgot about the business!

It was getting dark.

I wonder if it's too late to go now...

...

It turned out that it was too late.

There was a sentry post at the main entrance of the slum, with barbed wire and roadblocks on the edge, and a large number of troops passed through the checkpoint to enter.

Without documents, you can enter but not leave.

The loudspeaker hung on the wooden pole continued to shout into the slum, asking irrelevant people to stay at home to avoid stray bullets.

This storm came suddenly and quickly, without any signs, as if it had been prepared long ago.

Not only the slums were blocked, but also the market in front of the giant wall was cordoned off by the First Corps and completely blocked.

A group of merchants and mercenaries gathered at the entrance of the market, shouting excitedly at the soldiers of the First Corps.

"What are you doing!?"

"We are here to do business! We are not your residents!"

"Are you robbers!"

"Enough, I will just stop doing this business, let me leave here——"

In a sense, the alliance's actions broke the convention that the Stone City had maintained for more than a century, and extended its hand outside the giant wall.

Most of these people were carrying weapons, and the atmosphere on the scene was tense for a while.

Just as everyone was cursing and making noise, a loud voice broke the hustle and bustle of the market in front of the gate.

"Quiet!"

Looking around at the excited crowd, Wrench raised his voice and continued.

"We have received news that a group of evil forces are committing crimes outside the Great Wall. These relatives of the predators are extremely arrogant. Not only do they commit crimes under our noses, they also dare to kidnap our citizens on our territory. The administrator has ordered a strict and thorough investigation!"

"Please rest assured, we will never miss a bad guy, and we will never wrongly accuse a good guy."

Before he finished speaking, the noise at the scene became noisy again. It was obvious that some people were leading the commotion and fanning the emotions of the wastelanders.

"What does this have to do with us! We didn't kidnap your people!"

"This is outside the settlement. We haven't even entered your house. You are meddling too much!"

"Where is the border of the alliance? How come everything is your territory--"

"Bang--!"

The harsh gunshots made all the noisy voices pause.

He looked at the noisy wastelanders coldly, pointed his gun at the wrench in the sky, and continued in a cold tone.

"I haven't finished what I said yet."

The machine gun on the top of the armored vehicle pointed far away, and the dark muzzle made countless people's backs cold.

Facing those murderous eyes, even the most vicious wastelander had to pick up the truth that "a good man does not suffer a loss in front of him".

Surrounding here are not only those fully armed soldiers, but also those residents of the shelter.

Apart from those guys who are equipped with strange prostheses and do not look very smart, many of them can clearly feel the aura of awakened people.

The gang members mixed in the crowd were sweating coldly, and seeing such a serious battle, they had a faint ominous premonition in their hearts.

Looking at the silent crowd, Wrench put the pistol back to his waist expressionlessly and continued to speak concisely.

"We will take care of where this bullet flies."

"Within the range, it is our territory."

A large number of armored vehicles drove from the north, and there were also No. 1 tanks coming down from the front line. The murderous armor made countless people feel cold hands and feet.

At this time, a centurion wearing a heavy exoskeleton walked up to Wrench and saluted.

"The slums have been blocked!"

Wrench nodded.

"Prepare to implement the second phase of the plan."

"Yes!"

The centurion stood at attention and saluted, then trotted to the side of the road, called the armored vehicle to start, and led his brothers to the direction of the checkpoint.

The militia commander who cooperated with the operation glanced in the direction of the checkpoint and then looked at Wrench.

"Isn't it a post-New Year operation?"

"Someone tried to kidnap the residents of the shelter, so the operation was advanced."

Anyway, it was almost ready, and it didn't make much difference if it was a few days earlier or later. In order to prevent those people from slipping into the wasteland, the administrator ordered to start early.

Hearing Wrench's answer, the centurion showed a surprised expression on his face.

Kidnapping the residents of the shelter?

Are those guys tired of living?

"Is she okay?" Wrench replied casually. "If you're asking about the people who kidnapped her, they're probably all dead." Captain: "..." After controlling the Wastelanders in the market, the First Corps did not immediately check the gang members hiding inside, but only left them a window to surrender, and then focused the operation on the slums next door. The cameras on the giant wall and the drones of the Giant Stone Military Industry had already locked onto the residences of the leaders of the major gangs. The pigeon missiles and 155mm howitzers deployed on the walls were on standby, ready for a surgical cleanup at any time. Armored vehicles, with the cooperation of the infantry, drove directly into the slums and headed straight for the strongholds of the major gangs. According to the manager, first catch the most jumping big fish, then kill a group of medium-sized ones, and the remaining small fish and shrimps will naturally be honest. Not only the First Corps but also the Burning Corps stationed in the Giant Stone City carried out the mission.

When the players who were busy preparing for the New Year's Eve event heard that the manager had personally ordered a "big job", they immediately put down their work, picked up their weapons and rushed to the assembly point to complete the assembly.

Fighting with aliens is not as exciting as beating the predators?

The last group battle seemed to have happened a long time ago!

In a moment, the Burning Legion had assembled more than 500 brothers.

In the snow, Old White, wearing a power armor, carrying a rifle, walked to the front of the team, turned on the loudspeaker, and shouted loudly.

"The wanted information has been updated in the task bar! Divide the 1 million silver coin bonus!"

"Full price if alive, half price if dead!"

Hearing such a generous task reward, the players who were ready to go had green eyes.

It seemed that what was hidden in the slums was not gang members, but walking gold coins and breathing bounties!

Noticing the power armor coming over, Quitting in the team was slightly startled, and suddenly recognized that the boy was Ye Shi, and immediately screamed.

"Damn! Ye Shi, you are a perception system, how come you are wearing power armor?!"

Unbuttoning the visor of the helmet.

Wearing OD-10 "Dragoon" power armor, Ye Shi glanced at the little brother Quitting who was a full head shorter than him, and said with a smirk.

"Hey, my contribution points have reached the knight level a long time ago, why can't I wear it? How about I lend you some?"

Quitting: "Fuck!"

This idea is really tempting, and Ye Shi will probably not urge me to pay it back, but Quitting thought about it and finally gave up the idea.

One power armor costs one million silver coins. If it was just a little short, he would borrow it, but unfortunately it is more than a little short.

It's better to wait until the contribution points climb to the knight level and save money to buy it.

Looking at the noisy brothers, Lao Bai cleared his throat and shouted.

"We are not new guys anymore, so I won't say any more nonsense."

"Check your equipment and get ready for action!"

He was responded to by loud and excited cheers.

"Ahhhh!"

Although this place is not far from the slums, they are not afraid of hearing their voices. After all, they are not trained functional NPCs and cannot understand the "dialect" in their shelters.

In addition, at the beginning of the operation, the Alliance simultaneously launched electronic warfare against the gangs in the slums and interfered with the radio bands commonly used by the major gangs.

At this moment, the control of the top leaders of the major gangs over the grassroots has been completely paralyzed, and the spies planted in the slums have become decorations. They can only communicate verbally in the chaos, or fight on their own.

The Guards Corps has been collecting and monitoring the communication channels of those gang members for a long time. This work is carried out simultaneously with the infiltration investigation in the slums.

The electronic warfare capabilities of the Alliance were not very effective against the Legion, and the Legion would occasionally suppress them, but it was not too easy to bully these minions.

Many gang members could only use a walkie-talkie, and they used the kind of civilian walkie-talkies bought on the market.

Faced with the well-trained regular army of the Alliance and the wolf-like players, these stragglers active in the slums were quickly divided and surrounded, and killed one by one.

The banging gunshots were like firecrackers that were played in advance, and the orange-yellow gun flames and tracers shuttled freely in the narrow alleys.

In just one hour, countless gang members in the slums were killed and wounded. There were hundreds of bodies lying in a street alone, and countless were blocked in the alleys. The mud mixed with snow and water was soaked into dark red by blood plasma.

This can no longer be called a war.

It was a completely one-sided massacre!

Standing at the door of the West Willow Tavern, looking at the two armored vehicles parked on the roadside, West's face was full of surprise and horror, his eyes were bloodshot.

He had expected that the Alliance might attack them, but he didn't expect it to be so fast, so fast that he was not prepared at all.

Looking at the troops that had surrounded this place, West knew that there was only one way to die if he continued to resist, and immediately shouted at the thugs in the bar.

"Put down your guns! Are you crazy? Can these things beat the power armor and tanks outside?!"

The men were stunned by the shouting and were at a loss.

West gritted his teeth, made up his mind, picked up a suitcase and walked out quickly, looking at the soldiers aiming at him and shouting loudly.

"Don't shoot! Wait! Don't shoot!"

The murderous dagger with two big fists looked at him and said with a grin.

"What? Do you have any last words to say?"

After taking a trembling look at the pair of fists as big as iron pots, West swallowed his saliva, smiled awkwardly, and spread out the suitcase in his hand.

Inside lay bundles of colorful banknotes!

Some were Cr, some were silver coin banknotes, and the rest were light brown banknotes. I don't know where the money came from, but the face value was not small.

"Sir... I beg you to spare me. This money is my tribute to you and your brothers."

Before the murderous dagger could speak, the kidney fighter, who was left with only his head and limbs, glared and tightened the weapon in his hand.

"Stupid! I'll beat you to death, and this money is mine too!"

Good Dog was startled when he heard this and quickly stopped him.

"Wait a minute, this guy seems to be on the wanted list. Full price if alive, only half if dead!"

The kidney fighter was stunned, and then laughed.

"That's right, catch him alive! Cuff him!"

Several players immediately stepped forward and pushed the guy with the suitcase to the ground, ignoring his shouting.

West, who was handcuffed and pressed to the ground, choked by muddy water, had a face full of embarrassment, regret and despair.

These guys really have no moral principles at all!

If he had known earlier, he would have escaped from the small road...

Continuous and dense gunfire came from the tavern behind him, but it didn't last long before the last flickering flame was extinguished.

Not long after, he saw another team of soldiers, pressing Jeff who had previously hidden in the safe house, coming towards this side.

And it wasn't just them.

Also captured were the boss of the Dean Gang and the second in command of the Poison Gang...

Looking at those familiar faces, West's heart completely fell to the bottom.

It was not until this moment that he understood.

The Alliance has been eyeing them for a long time, and most likely even marked the route they would take to escape on the map.

Jeff, who was covered in dust, was dragged by a power armor and knelt next to West.

These soldiers seemed to want to classify them.

Unable to struggle with his hands and feet, Jeff's Adam's apple moved, and he looked at the power armor standing next to him and said hoarsely.

"Even if you kill me, there will be other gangs to replace us, and this will not solve any problems."

"Let me see your boss... the respected manager, we can cooperate, I will help you do the dirty work that you are not convenient to do, give me a chance!"

Old White, who was standing aside, glanced at the guy who was talking in a nagging manner, and suddenly smiled.

"Cooperation? You think too highly of yourself."

He had actually seen these people.

That was a long time ago.

Although the Alliance did not issue a task to wipe out these guys at the time, he knew that sooner or later the manager would deal with these people.

Jeff was stunned.

The man's next words made him feel like he was falling into an ice cave.

"You are not worth recycling. It would be better for us if you were dead."

"As for the others who became you."

"I will send them to accompany you."

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