Tomorrow's Ark, Second International

This is the name Ethan gave Vladimir when he received the weapons.

This Ursus man who had never held such a long-range lethal weapon with his hands, at most, used a baseball bat or a fire extinguisher, was really nervous.

He didn't know the difference between a gun and a blunderbuss, and only thought that it was due to the different names brought about by the different excitation methods, but this also guessed the most basic core.

These weapons didn't look like this when they first appeared in front of him, they were just a bunch of parts that they didn't understand what they were used for.

He only knew that there was a section of sealed steel pipe in it. Normally, he would directly lift this thing and smash it on other people's heads. This is the first time he knows that this thing has other uses.

Ethan didn't give these parts to him directly. Presumably, he knew that the group of homeless people didn't know how to use them. He gave these parts to the old Andreessen who had just woken up from the dying.

This is not to say that Ethan even wants to squeeze the labor force of this kind of wounded. Everything is the wish of the repairman. If there is anyone among the homeless who can assemble these parts, he is probably the only one.

The newly grown skin on his body was still a little fragile, so it would often crack and bleed during the assembly process. For this reason, the old Andreessen also used a dangerous overdose of analgesics.

When Vladimir took over these air guns from the old Andreessen, the clean clothes he had just changed had blood seeping out again, which looked horrifying.

"I can't avenge myself, I leave everything to you."

He couldn't forget old Andreessen's smoky voice and his changed eyes.

Would just killing those guys really make him back to his old self?Vladimir didn't know it, but he knew revenge would make life a lot more peaceful.

In addition to handing over these air guns to Vladimir, the old Andreessen also used the materials around him to make a lot of bullets for them to use.

It can be said that during the day today, several people in Vladimir stayed here underground to train how to use this weapon.

Everything is going well. According to Ethan, this weapon is the simplest of all weapons. Even if it is much simpler than a crossbow, at least this thing does not require much effort to load, even if it is Both the elderly and children can use it alone.

The biggest disadvantage is that the gas cylinder behind the gun stock must be replenished frequently. As for the word gun stock, Ethan told him, but it is very easy to understand.

However, the disadvantages of air guns do not stop there. Because of the simplicity of use, this weapon is not very lethal, and it cannot even penetrate the hardest human skull with bullets.

But this mission does not require the weapon to have much lethality, what is needed is concealment and accuracy. From this aspect, the air gun is a very suitable weapon.

"Carry out the last round of shooting, let's go up next, they said the target is coming this way, just waiting for the bait."

The so-called waiting for the bait meant waiting for himself. He didn't tell old Andreessen about his role in this mission, and he didn't want others to worry about him.

Anyway, according to what Ethan said, although they had to do it themselves, if things changed, he still wouldn't just sit back and watch him die.

"Boss, do we really have to do what that outsider said?"

The other wanderers in the action group naturally knew about the whole Xindong plan, and it was precisely because they were worried that they objected.

After all, this is the first cooperation between the International and these homeless people. It is normal for the two parties to lack mutual trust. If they are so easy to trust others, they will not be able to survive in this city.

"If you are worried, just wait on the side. It is better for me to be the bait alone."

"What are you talking about, will we let you face the danger by yourself?"

There were only four air guns, but there were seven people on the scene, and the homeless people quickly assigned their responsibilities.

"Remember, don't hit people, only be responsible for hitting burning Molotov cocktails."

At the end of the day, Vladimir still didn't forget to tell him that there was nothing he could do next, and all he could do was to complete his task well.

Although they are called homeless, they just don't have a legal residence, and there are not many strongholds. Judging from the past few times, these arsonists are all targeting homeless people who have a place to live.

Vladimir doesn't have to go anywhere, he just needs to wait for their arrival in his own iron house. As for the other wanderers, they have already found their place.

These so-called sniper positions are places that International Teco has set up for them in advance, otherwise they would not have such a good vision to find such positions.

It's just that the good place is not only given to them, but also in the two sniper positions, the agents of the international special department have already ambushed there.

The two agents who are best at sniping have already adjusted their weapons. It is an air gun assembled by their hands. It is more airtight, more powerful and more accurate.

"Captain, the task you gave us is really difficult."

The mission hadn't started yet, and the agent was able to chat with Ethan for a while, of course, because the mission Ethan assigned to them was really embarrassing.

Like shooting at the same time as the hobo shoots, but also making sure to hit those burning Molotov cocktails, whether it's in the enemy's hands or in the sky.

Even if this agent was indeed a professionally trained sniper in the past, he still felt a little troublesome, especially the one who had to ensure simultaneous shooting.

"Just this time, I'll treat you to a big meal later."

"Okay, this is what you said, Captain, I'm going to have a big meal tomorrow!"

"no problem..."

Why did Ethan make so many arrangements? Isn't it just to add a layer of insurance to Vladimir's actions.

It's a pity that these things will only exist in the dark. Maybe they will never know about it in their lifetime, and it is impossible to know the painstaking efforts of Ethan.

Just hope they don't disappoint Ethan afterwards, otherwise that would be so sad.

Chapter 1450 Simple and Easy

What Ethan cares about is the position and attitude of Vladimir and others, and he is not going to really let them fight alone.

The wanderers in the game can't see through the overall situation very clearly, but Ethan is different, he is now almost the owner of God's perspective.

To put it bluntly, those arsonists were just a group of high school students who had just become adults. They were neither Ursus soldiers nor Ursus intelligence personnel.

The agents of the International Special Branch dealt with them in the same way they used to deal with those people. It can be said that they are completely reducing dimensionality.

Before the group of arsonists knew anything about it, the agents had already recorded their every move.

I'm afraid that even the number of Molotov cocktails that they don't know has been touched clearly. Now that they are already drunk, they can't do any meaningful resistance.

Of course, they didn't even know there was malice approaching.

"God bless...Emperor, mighty and noble."

"Your rule makes... hiccups, the enemy fears..."

It would not be enough to say that they have become drunks, but they have already started talking nonsense, and the songs they are singing are also out of tune to the extreme.

This seems to be a song praising Emperor Ursus, and it is precisely because they can still understand what it is singing that the international agents feel more and more ironic.

"This civil war is about to start, and they are still singing this song. Are they going to charge towards the troops loyal to the emperor while shouting for the emperor and killing all the enemies?"

"Hahahaha, I remember that many Ursus people regard their emperor as their father. This is really a kind father and a filial son."

"Isn't it? It's filial piety."

It's no wonder that the agents are chatting at this time, mainly because no one can lift their spirits in the face of such an opponent. After all, they only need to provide intelligence support.

And the underpants of these young people have almost been pulled out, so they don't need any intelligence support, they can only chat boringly.

The singing arsonists heading to Vladimir's residence must have thought this was just a moment of indulgence.

As long as you smash the Molotov cocktail towards your target, the other side will just run away screaming, nothing can threaten their safety.

Of course, it was exactly as he imagined at the beginning, there was no one blocking them outside his target building.

It must be wrong to look at this when they are sober, but now that their brains have been immersed in alcohol, it seems that this is just a display of their bravery, and the enemy has already fled away.

As for who the enemy is?that's not important.

In order not to be detected that there was something wrong with his body, Ethan really didn't add anything to their wine this time.

What made them look like this was pure alcohol, and it can only be said that the strength of the alcohol just happened to come up now.

After all, poisoning is not something he is good at. He is quite afraid that if he accidentally gets the poison on his hands when he poisons it, how can he bite his nails with confidence in the future.

"Sniper, get ready."

Ethan, who had already stayed at the scene, still hid his figure, quietly conducting remote commands in the communication device.

He had seen the arsonists pull out Molotov cocktails and lighters, just waiting for the last moment.

And even now, these guys didn't feel the danger at all.

The backpack containing more than a dozen bottles of Molotov cocktails was placed on the ground in such a rude manner.

Walking a little shaky, they still each took up the weapon in their hands, only waiting to ignite it before throwing it into the trash can where the garbage lived.

"It's you again, what do you want to do!"

Appearing with a roar, not only didn't make them stop, but made them speed up the speed in their hands.

How could they forget the voice they only heard yesterday? Isn't this their goal?

Imagining the way the guy in the way howled and roared in the flames, Boris, the boss of the arsonists, was slowly raising the Molotov cocktail in his hand.

It's not that he doesn't want to hurry up and throw out the thing in his hand, it's just that his hand has some strength and can't lift it up.

He was the one who drank the most in the bar just now.

boom!

It was as if the sound of a broken glass bottle filled with high alcohol sounded, and Boris suddenly heard his long-awaited wailing.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

There are no other words, just the most direct roar of human beings, which is gradually becoming louder and will soon become weaker.

Maybe it sounds a little monotonous to people, but it is also his absolute most beautiful voice.

But, why is this wailing sound so close to him?

Not only the wailing, but also the heat made him a little uncomfortable.

He wanted to complain to his companions not to continue to get hot, but when he turned his head, he realized that it wasn't the garbage that was in the way that was burning, but his companions.

"This is how the same thing?"

This sudden accident made him sober up a lot, but the others didn't wake up so quickly.

They also laughed at their burning buddy, pointing at him rolling on the ground and twisting their bodies to imitate.

"Hahaha, look what you are doing, how twisted like an earthworm!"

They didn't seem to think there was anything strange about this at all, and that appearance made Boris feel a little chills in his heart.

I wanted to say something but couldn't, my upper and lower lips seemed to be glued together.

When their companions had laughed enough, the people on the ground stopped struggling. Feeling a little bored, they remembered their goals again, and one by one wanted to throw out the already lit Molotov cocktails in their hands.

But every time he raised his hand, it brought the same ending, and Boris finally knew what happened just now.

When a person raises the Molotov cocktail in his hand, the bottle will explode with a crisp sound.

The alcohol that has not been ignited and the alcohol that has been ignited will be poured on the person's head one after the other, and then it will be a replica of what it was just now.