Data Wasteland

Chen Xing sat motionless. Because the time is too short, he can't cut off the transmission of the smell, and can only hope that the other party does not have this ability.

An hour later, he heard a small movement from below. The big cat heard it too, and looked at him. He moved his body slightly and looked down the balcony from the broken window sill.

Two men with guns appeared in the line of sight, cat waist, light hands and feet, looking left and right from time to time. Chen Xing slowly retracted, relying on the sound of the shoe upper and the mud to distinguish the position of the opponent. The big cat hugged M4, his expression a little nervous.

Time seemed to stagnate until the sound of footsteps was gone, and the normal flow rate was restored.

The two breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. Next, there is a long wait. The whole world seemed to be quiet, there was no sound. The sun was gradually sinking, and the light seemed to be mixed with blood, turning red.

The two gangs outside are still confronting each other. If this continues, I don't know when to wait, so Chen Xing plans to add fire to them. After a while, the light will dim and there will be no chance. Although his "Night Owl" can greatly reduce the muzzle flame, it is still obvious in the dark.

He craned his neck and looked over the balcony floor to observe the surroundings, his eyes swept over every possible place where Tibetans might be.

A few minutes later, he found a man hiding in a building. The opponent was wearing a gray and green camouflage uniform, hiding behind the window sill, revealing only half of a bulletproof helmet.

The visual distance was five to six hundred meters, and no other accomplices were found around. Chen Xing opened the bolt and inserted a steel-core armor-piercing bullet, then pushed the bolt up, aiming at the wall under the helmet.

"I hope the wall is not too thick."

Chen Xing whispered while pouring psychic energy, and finally pulled the trigger.

"Boom!"

The dull gunfire resounded through the ruins. The steel-core bullet opened a large hole in the wall, and thick plasma sprayed out of it.

"Change place."

With one hit, Chen Xing quickly put away the gun and left the room with his waist down, walking down the stairs to the third floor, looking for evacuation at any time. It is only ten meters away from the ground. If the stairs are blocked, they can jump directly from the balcony of any room.

"DaDaDa!" "DaDaDa!" "DaDaDa!" "DaDaDa!" "DaDaDa!" "DaDaDa!"

"Mar..." "Mar!"

As if stabbing a hornet's nest, dense gunfire sounded from all directions, accompanied by the scream of rockets piercing the air.

"Fight."

Chen Xing grinned and smiled at the big cat, which was unspeakable evil. Big cat gave a thumbs up and smiled.

"When they are almost done, we will go out to harvest." Chen Xing whispered.

"Yeah." The big cat nodded vigorously.

Over time, the light gradually dimmed and finally merged into the darkness.

As night fell, the gunshots went from dense to sparse at the beginning, and finally calmed down. Judging from the direction of the gunshots, both parties used the tactics of scattered hiding. The terrain here is complex and the most suitable for street fighting. Those who can't hold back their breath will suffer a big loss if they take the lead in the attack.

In the previous life, Chen Xing was most proficient in this tactic. He is best at defensive rather than offensive. He sets up his formation and waits for the enemy to charge, and then counterattacks when the consumption is almost exhausted. This is a typical defensive counterattack tactic. This is also related to the direction of his development. He has never been a commando in front, but a precision shooter hiding behind and putting a cold gun. In his career as a mercenary for more than ten years, countless enemy soldiers died in his hands, and they can be ranked in the entire Leiguang regiment. But also because of this, he couldn't rush to the front line to grab the spoils, and under the Leiguang regiment's "free distribution" rule, he couldn't make much money.

But this is also the reason why he can survive for more than ten years. Assault troops are on the front line, with the highest casualty rate; mechas are the enemy’s primary target, and mechas rank second in casualties; scouts have to enter the front line with the third highest casualty rate; snipers need a lot of medicine, because A lot of people died from overdose, the fourth in casualty rate; on the contrary, he was an accurate shooter with the lowest casualty rate.

On the battlefield, the only task of the precision shooter is to kill the enemy's vital forces. The action is relatively free. The general attack is the last, and the retreat is the first one, and it follows the main force.

Snipers and artillery mechas are some distance away from the main force, and they are easy to be attacked by the enemy. Therefore, the precision shooter has the highest survival rate of all arms.

But then again, as an accurate shooter in this life, I really got into my hometown. At any rate, I had to get a mercenary regiment leader to be the commander of hundreds of people under his command, and being a small soldier would be too unpromising.

At midnight, a rustling sound suddenly came downstairs, and Chen Xing and Big Cat opened their eyes at the same time. Through the moonlight coming in from the balcony, only the whites of Bai Shengsheng's eyes could be seen.

Chen Xing made a "waiting here" action, holding the sheath knife, and moved to the stairs against the wall of the aisle.

The rubbing of clothes got closer and closer, and then a beam of white light swept up from downstairs. Chen Xing held the handle of the knife and slowed his breathing. But at this moment, the light beam suddenly stopped.

Chen Xing's pupils shrank slightly, did the other party find something?

"Wipe!"

He was hesitating whether to rush out, the sound of a lighter came from below, and then he took a deep breath, and the smell of smoke filled up. After half a minute, the beam shook again and approached upward.

When the figure turned into the corridor, Chen Xing stabbed it out! Before the other party could make a sound, he clutched his bleeding throat and fell down. Chen Xing squatted down and fumbled, then threw guns and valuables to Big Cat.

Looking at the table below, it is three o'clock in the morning, and almost ready to act.

The two went down to the ground in the dark, walking through the ruins with their waists down. By observing the terrain and the direction of the gunfire, Chen Xing judged the approximate location of the two groups. The bright moonlight shone on the collapsed building, and the outline was faintly visible.

After a while, the two came to the first position. Chen Xing let the big cat wait down and touched it by himself. Big cat's agility is too low, and his actions are not flexible enough, so following him is not conducive to covert actions.

Climb along the outer wall to the second floor and turn in through the window. The surroundings are quiet, without the slightest movement. Chen Xing couldn't help being disappointed when he made a mistake in judgment. If it were him, he would definitely arrange manpower in this position.

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, when his foot touched a soft object, he was shocked and thrust it in. The blade seemed to have been inserted into the dead object and received no response.

Chen Xing immediately took out the flashlight and covered the light mouth with his hand, only a little glimmer was leaking out.

What appeared in front of him was a headless corpse with a smooth and neat cut in the neck. Looking left and right, the head rolled to the side, as if being chopped off by a sharp weapon. And his hand was so strong that he broke the neck bone with a single knife.

Searching for the body, the gun and bullets are still there, but the money bag is gone. It seems that in the two teams, there is at least one killer who is good at covert operations.

Leaving the building, Chen Xing greeted the big cat and touched it to the next place.

More than ten minutes later, Chen Xing entered the hidden spot and found a headless body again. Find the third place, still the same headless corpse. Chen Xing immediately realized that things were not as simple as he thought, so he asked the big cat to come over and hide in the building until dawn.

Judging from the wound of the corpse, it was the same person who started with only one knife, at least the strength of the elite level, or even the quasi-guard level.

With such people, Chen Xing had to be careful and abandoned the original harvest plan.

"You sleep for a while, I'm in charge of the night watch." Chen Xingchao said to the big cat.

"Okay." The big cat lay down directly, resting on the corpse's thigh, and soon fell asleep.

In the darkness, time flows quietly...

I don't know how long it has been, the morning light spilled into the room, and the night passed.

To avoid sleepiness, he ate a piece of dark chocolate with a high caffeine content, which temporarily drove away drowsiness. Although it was dawn now, there was no movement outside. He dared not show up easily and continued to hide in hidden spots.

"Boom!"

After seven o'clock, there was a dull gunshot in the distance. Listening to the sound is a large-caliber anti-material sniper rifle. On the battlefield, this sniper rifle is used to fight mechas and is very powerful. Then after a long time, the gunfire did not sound again.

By noon, Chen Xing became a little uncomfortable and decided to start to evacuate. Wake up the big cat, pack up things, cat waist

Go downstairs.

Just after a corner, there was a sudden strong tingling on the scalp, and Chen Xing drew his gun and shot without hesitation for half a second. At about the same time, a figure rushed out from the corner and hit the silver star's muzzle.

"Boom bang bang bang bang bang bang!"

The bullet burst out, hitting the attacker, and the blue light flashed and kept moving backwards.

Silver Star's ammunition capacity was only seven rounds. After firing the sixth shot, Chen Xing immediately stopped, concentrated his energy, and poured psychic energy into the last bullet. In the spirit sea, the trio's rune brilliance flickered, in a state of being excited at any time.

Xingsha was fed into the barrel little by little, and the whole bullet lit up. But Chen Xing did not dare to shoot. Once he missed his hand, it meant that all his hole cards were gone.

Until then, the big cat behind him reacted and raised his assault rifle to aim at the attacker.

"Don't shoot, it's me."

A low, slightly hoarse voice came from under the headgear. The assailant stood still, retracted the scimitar in his hand into the scabbard on his waist, and then lifted the sleeve to reveal a familiar face.

Chen Xing did not speak, nor did he put down his gun, just stared into the woman's eyes and remained vigilant.

This woman is Aqiao who walked into the red house at noon yesterday. He recognized it at that time, so he didn't even plan to explore the truth in the past. For this woman, he instinctively felt danger and didn't want to overlap too much.

When parachuting that day, he already felt the opponent's strength greatly improved. Judging from the brief encounter just now, at least there is a strength above the elite level. First of all, he did not find the other person approaching. Had it not been for the perception of danger, he would have fallen to the ground now. Secondly, the opponent originally didn't know how to use psionic armor, but now he can block Silver Star's bullets at close range without seeing any loss.

"Do you want to kill me?" Chen Xing asked blankly, pressing his finger on the trigger.

"I'm not malicious to you..." A Qiaomu spread his hands down, exposing his chest and abdomen, to show his sincerity.

Chen Xing's muzzle slowly moved down, aiming at her heart. Even if the opponent has the strength of the guard level, he is confident that under the blessing of the trio, he will cause heavy losses to it. Especially in this situation, the two are less than five meters apart, and each other's doors are wide open again, as if the beating heart is right in front of them.

"You want to kill me?" A Qiaomu stared at Chen Xing, his eyes deep and calm.

Chen Xing still did not speak, holding a gun in both hands, becoming more vigilant.

"Okay, you once saved me, and this life will be given back to you..." A Qiaomu said, reaching out his hand to grab the hem of his clothes and lifted his coat.

For a time, the waves were surging and surging astonishing.

"Come on, kill me, anyway, I don't want to live anymore!" A Qiaomu exclaimed with a slight excitement, holding his huge chest. The rounded place was heavy and trembling, and the people looked dry.

"Stay back and get out of here!" Chen Xing's pupils shrank, and he shouted in a deep voice. He never believes that the other party is a person who knows what to do, and even Danny, who has always liked her, can kill him. Can anyone be spared?

The reason why the other party is behaving weak is because he can't figure out what he is. When playing street basketball in Crow City, he used a trio to show extraordinary strength. The other party just has scruples, not any old feelings.

A Qiaomu put down his clothes, looked at him one last time, turned and walked downstairs.

The footsteps gradually faded away, and the spirit patterns on the silver star gradually dimmed. Chen Xing exhaled heavily and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. The big cat next to him was also soft, leaning against the wall, as if about to collapse.

The situation just now is too dangerous, like a razor has been scraped on the scalp. If A Qiaomu let go, I'm afraid they lose more and win less.

"You know?" Big Cat asked.

"Forget it." Chen Xing shook his stiff arm, put away the silver star, and walked out of the building.

"It's quite big." "Yes, it's quite big..." "Have you tried it?" "Is there anything to try, it's just meat." "Pork?" "Beef."

The two of them walked towards the 27th district while chatting about unnutritious topics.