Call of Duty: This big brother is okay, he really does something

I climbed to the top of the building and observed it.

SC Johnson and the big guy are completely sure of where they are now.

Unfortunately.

Around the gun shop that the big guy said, there were a large number of enemies at the moment.

They seem to be dispatching vehicles and will not leave for a short time.

Hard fighting is absolutely impossible, maybe you can wait until the night to sneak past in the dark.

But SC Johnson has little hope for this.

If nothing else, the gun shop would have been looted long ago, and it would have been nice to find a few bullets scattered on the ground.

After observing for a while, I found no particularly useful points.

SC Johnson leaned against the roof wall and waited.

The most annoying thing is that I have lost all my equipment.

When the enemy captured SC Johnson, he removed all his belongings.

Even the knife hidden in the sole of the shoe was dismantled.

Fortunately, the blade hidden in the brand was not found.

Otherwise, it is estimated that SC Johnson is still trying to smash the glass and pick up the pieces to cut the rope.

And the big guys, at this moment, there is no way.

SC Johnson and them are in a completely different world.

They can’t help anything other than publicly confirming that the map is accurate.

SC Johnson, on the other hand, is thinking about what he’s going to do next.

Previously by eavesdropping on Makarov and Yuri’s conversation.

SC Johnson knew that Zakaev must be plotting something more dangerously big.

Trade, with whom? Where to trade?

SC Johnson had a vague feeling that the deal must have taken place somewhere in Pripya.

Then the question arises:

SC Johnson is confident that he can sneak into a convoy of tanks.

Wherever they end up going, SC Johnson can be with them.

Maybe zakaev could be found and even killed.

But in doing so, the end must be surrounded by thousands of people, and then shot and killed indiscriminately, which is absolute.

But it’s a bit more troublesome if you try to escape here alone.

Although with the assistance of army bosses, SC Johnson can avoid deadly radiation areas.

But this ghost place, thousands of miles away is a radiation area, relying on two legs Johnson to run to death can not run out.

Alternatively, try to steal, or grab an enemy car and slip away.

But it’s just as dangerous to do so.

The main route of the city is not responsible, and if the enemy finds the enemy, he does not even need to send someone to chase it.

Just set up a card at the intersection, SC Johnson can’t run out.

Unless crossing a heavily exposed area at great risk.

But doing that is almost no different from finding death.

Die right away, or die again in a moment.

SC Johnson seems to be in a desperate situation.

Rubbing his short, dry hair, scoffed, SC Johnson sighed.

The most critical issue is communication.

If you can find a way to reach Price’s side, everything will be fine.

Just report the location and find a place to get up and wait.

Through the previous conversation between the Makarovs, SC Johnson knew that Price was now mad.

In order to save himself, Price, who thought he was at the base of Azerbaijan, even threatened with cloud bombs.

If you knew you were here, it would be near Zakaev.

Even if Price drove the fighter formation to find someone, SC Johnson would not be surprised.

But how to contact him became a problem.

Like a car, an enemy who loses his radio reacts no less than if he loses a car.

And there seemed to be only one captive around him.

If the matter is revealed, Makarov, as long as he is not mentally retarded, will surely guess who did it.

“Horizontal vertical is a death, dammit.”

After pondering for half a day, SC Johnson looked at the glass bottle under his feet and suddenly his eyes lit up.

The building was a water authority office building, it said.

The official building, how can there be some tape recorder flashlights and other small items?

As long as there are suitable objects, SC Johnson can dismantle them and try to rub out a machine that works.

“There’s a play.”

Having made up his mind, SC Johnson stood up and staggered downstairs.

The Dead City lives up to its name.

Even though it’s daytime, the light outside is dazzling.

Standing in the narrow corridor of the office building, SC Johnson can also feel the wind in this building, and the decay is fatal.

It’s one of the best places to shoot a ghost movie.

Pushing open the door, the rusty loose door squeaked open.

The wind blew in, and the dust on the ground, on the table, was lifted.

A layer of ash floated hazy in the air.

SC Johnson squinted his eyes and sniffed to see if there was anything useful in the room.

As you can see, the office staff in this building are in a hurry.

There were documents scattered on the floor, and office supplies were a mess on the desk.

I found seven or eight rooms in a row.

SC Johnson finally found a dial-up telephone in the innermost room on the fourth floor.

The phone line was definitely broken, and SC Johnson didn’t expect to be able to use this thing to call out.

Pulling the wires, SC Johnson took the telephone and went to the third floor to look for it.

Half an hour later, SC Johnson returned to the roof with a basket of scrapped objects.

The roof is not very safe, and it is troublesome to have a helicopter flying overhead.

But SC Johnson took the risk and decided to assemble the machine on the roof.

After all, the yin in this building is too heavy, staying in the room will feel gloomy behind you, and your scalp is tingling.

Throwing everything in the basket to the ground, SC Johnson rubbed his hands and let out a hehe.

“The big guy is not, help find a few engineering college students to come over.”

“I’m going to rub a simple transmitter with these things.”

“But electricity is a problem.”

“I removed a few small batteries from a few flashlights, and although they were scrapped, the electrolyte should still be a little bit.”

“You guys help you draw a drawing and find a way to solve the power problem, you only need two watts of power.”

At that end, the big guy listened to Johnson’s words and immediately agreed.

With a wave of his hand, he ordered his subordinates to find a few engineering technicians to come and help.

The other inexplicable anchors and water friends who watched it were once again impressed by the whimsy of the big brother.

It turns out that Big Brother is not just a warrior who can fight.

Is he still a technologist who understands technology?

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