[Tomorrow's Ark] Escape from this stranded world, Doctor

Doc you deserve my trust, don't be humble.

How about calling you comrades-in-arms?

I have confidence in my vision.

The captain and I were also at odds with each other.

But I believe that you, comrade-in-arms, are just like her.

In the end, I will be moved by my sincerity.

Won't?The captain also sent a letter to complain to me?

Uh? ? ?

——Handsome, unrestrained and suave from Yushu Linfeng|There is no space after it)

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"Bah!"

One shot, someone fell to the ground.

"Bah!"

Another shot, and another fell.

"Boom—"

Which unlucky egg was blown up?

It seems that I can't hear the wailing around me, and my brain circuit is blocked by cotton. At this moment, the extreme speed of the situation unfolds, and the two-stage change of self-identity, what happened... what?In the end what happened!

"Hey, brother, come on, be safe here!"

Near his corner, a colleague cautiously stretched out a hand, beckoning the bewildered self to go over.The vague figure in the darkness, the colleague who couldn't see the whole picture clearly, had a hint of panic hidden in his frivolous tone.

He lowered his voice and said, "Look, the sniper spot over there is lit up again. Now you still dare to stand in the open space, are you going to die here!"

"Good, good!"

The gun-wielding man finally regained his composure, and the cool night breeze passing through his body made him wake up with a jolt.Under the kind reminder of the other party, the black suit ran to the corner with weak hands and feet.

Regardless of the narrowness of the place, his fierce desire to survive forced him to squeeze together with his colleagues to avoid the eyes of enemy snipers and the fate of being kissed by bullets in the chaos.

The hunter in the dark night has somehow become the hunted party.

To wake up from this huge gap in reality, perhaps to relieve the tension and uneasiness in his heart, the big man trembled and said, "Thank you brother."

In the dark corner, the colleague who couldn't see his face clearly due to the darkness waved his hand and said in a relaxed tone: "It's just easy, brother, you should also understand, isn't it our daily routine to lift your head on the waistband of your trousers?" ?”

"...I joined the port mafia, definitely not to escape in such a panic like now! Look at this gun, this is a real guy!"

The black suit, who was on the verge of exploding due to urgency and pressure, held the cold barrel in his hand and pressed it on the forehead of his colleague.

"Ever since I got it, everyone has been flattering me and currying favor with me! Hahaha, casinos, bars, dance halls... that group of dogs look down on people, and they can only treat them like those old masters in the past Same, serve and serve me with a smile!"

"—This is the good life I want to live! Not, not like this, like this..."

"Save some ammo, buddy. Be careful not to misfire, we'll need it later."

The other party stretched out his fingers indifferently, and pushed the trembling muzzle of the big man away, but he mentioned in passing: "By the way, our backup plan is where we are going to regroup? Look at me, when I get nervous, I will It’s easy to forget things, and I can’t remember them at all~”

"you..."

The black suit blinked, and his eyes gradually adapted to the dark atmosphere during this time.It was only now that he noticed his colleague's overly highlighted hair.

Is there such a flamboyant person in today's team?

He didn't have time to think about this doubt, so he cursed nervously in a low voice: "Damn, damn shit! I, my mind is a little messed up..."

The big man hastily moved away from the gun aimed at his colleague, trying to pick something out of his clumsy tongue to change the subject.So he looked out, the moonlight was still beautiful, shining on the earth calmly like a white gauze, giving people an illusion as if nothing had happened.

"...Is there a ceasefire? Why is it so quiet outside." He whispered, whispering even more, hoping to get a positive and hopeful answer from his colleagues.

"This must be the port controlling the situation, my friend! That glowing sniper point is like a glowing lighthouse. How could it have been so long without us breaking through?"

The colleague patted the dust on his body and got up, as if he was about to leave this small, bullet-like place.

He turned his head and asked again: "Okay brother, let's go quickly. By the way, where are we going to gather in this scattered situation?"

...is it really, really over?

"Room R-48, that's the flower shop behind this road, you're really confused." The black suit excitedly pushed away the slow-moving colleague who was in the way, unable to understand that the other party didn't actively participate in the "leaking". Attitude.

"That's great, that's great! Go and see what's worth--"

"saw you."

Who would have thought that the sniper's bullets had already aimed at this place.

"Bah!"

On the lighthouse in the distance, an angel with a halo and wings shining with white light focused on pulling the trigger.A bullet whirled out of the chamber, sending its final one-way journey to its target.

There is no flower on the road to the end.

The man's figure stopped at the next moment, and fell to the left like a leaning tower. His cock twitched twice in the warm embrace of the earth, regardless of the uncleanness of the dust on the ground.

There was no movement.

"Room R-48, repeat, room R-48, that private flower shop."

The "colleague" walked out of the dark corner that couldn't be soaked by the moonlight, wearing the same black suit as the fallen man.Under the moonlight, the red hair in the black and white hair is so incomparably conspicuous.

"Sooner or later, let the eyes of the priestess fill every corner of Yokohama with surveillance! I don't need such a hard-working set of news! But to be honest, if the surveillance is spread in all directions, then I will not be far from being laid off Alright..."

The "colleague" said, took off the black suit on his body, and threw away the sunglasses he used for camouflage.

(in camouflage) extreme picture

"Well, it's fine to rely on the doctor to support me when the time comes. After all, I'm a once-in-a-hundred-year handsome guy! It's not bad for the doctor to be with me!"

Operator of Rhodes Island—a once-in-a-century handsome guy (self-proclaimed), join the extreme world!

"That glowing lighthouse (sniper spot), of course it's a trap."

The Pretender touched his chin.

"However, some people have realized the problem and gathered outside. Want to leave? Don't even think about it. Isn't it a good price to stay here as a price for trampling on Rhodes Island..."

Jijing connected to the headset covered in the hair, and said to the other end of the receiver: "Miss Saga, Miss Bagpipe, the location is clear, and I will leave the fish that slip through the net to you."

"The little monk knows!"

"Here are the bagpipes, receive!"

The blunderbuss and naginata intertwined with cold light, about to swallow the surviving flesh and blood.

The aura emerges when we first embrace language.

—— Mostima

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On the battlefield, the battle of the angels continues.

A few black shadows flashed in the night, and with the help of the shadows of the bushes and the cover, they broke into the sniper point directly.For a moment, the dull explosion of fragmentation mines shook the entire building.

"Boom—"

At the sniper point on the top floor, Warfarin quickly supported the healing staff to stand firm, and the red liquid in the medical blood bag was shaken back and forth.Immediately afterwards, explosions sounded one after another at the feet.

"There's an explosion so close...just downstairs, did anyone break through the Elite Operator's block?"

"Someone triggered the fragment mine I set up."

After checking the ammunition reserves on hand, the mourner stood up and said to the angel: "Captain, please agree to my application for leaving the team. In the whole team, only my weapon has the shortest range. Leaving temporarily will not cause a shortage of firepower." .”

"At the same time, the power of the shotgun also requires close-range shooting to be effective. The doctor must have considered this and arranged for me to join this team. When necessary, I can act as the vanguard and be the first to contact the enemy."

"Hmm... yes. Please, Undertaker!" Angel Neng readily agreed to his request without much thought.

"Yes. Also, I need to inform you that I have laid fragment mines on the floors below in advance, and the locations are dense. If you have no special circumstances, it is best not to go down before I dismantle them. Randomly stepping on them or dismantling them by yourself will also cause landmines to explode. Detonate early."

When the male angel opened the door, he dutifully reminded.

"Wait, the doctor doesn't seem to have said such a request—" Ambil put down the gun, turned his head and asked incredulously, "When was it arranged, are the downstairs full of mines now???"

"Yes. Is there any problem with this, Miss Amber." The mourner stroked the promotion badge worn on his chest with his black half fingerless gloves.

"The doctor's request is: defend the port mafia's attack, wipe out all members, and leave alive those who are above the captain's level. Confused, my actions are logical."

The male angel continued to narrate blankly: "According to the doctor's order, the place to be guarded also includes the sniper spot in the office. I think I have understood everything."

"Wow...No, no problem." Miss Amber shrank her neck and shook her head violently, "Please, please."

"Miss Ambil, as the same family, we are equal, so there is no need to use honorifics for me. Then captain, I am going downstairs. The signal to open the door again is three long strokes and two short strokes. Please pay attention."

The mourner nodded to the angel, the white-haired, blue-eyed male angel, just like that, holding the shotgun, and closed the door behind him.

"The target has been determined."

"Allow exclusion of all intruders."

"I never waste bullets. To save time, I will use maximum firepower now."

"Amber, why are you so afraid of him? Aren't you and Mr. Undertaker of the same race? According to him, there is no identity suppression problem between you?"

As Ashes said, he took out a meth from a bucket full of inventory and threw it out.Accompanied by the dazzling white light flickering, there were subtle screams from the enemy in the distance.

"Three."

Find out what you want from the noise.Ashes skillfully switched magazines, pulled the trigger, and while the enemy was still unable to move due to the dizziness caused by the strong light, he first poured out the bullets in the assault gun.

Hit, then go down.

"A-4, Y-6, see the leader."

Angel found the ringleader.

"Bah!"

Amber fired a shot, and said with lingering fear: "It's just scary! You know, if the notary office dispatched an executor like him to carry out tasks in the past, it means that something major is about to happen nearby."

The melon-eating angel calmed down, and continued: "What kind of big event--it is the most troublesome situation! If it is not handled well, it may cause a catastrophe! So, if you see it in my hometown If the executor is haunted, there seems to be no other better way than hiding away and praying that it is not me who is looking for..."

"Also, did Miss Hui Hui see the halo on his head? That's a special situation when the halo didn't light up, it's what the notary did." The energy angel on the side suddenly interjected.

"Blame blah blah!"

The bullets were all bounced off.

"Not only my bullet, but also Ambil's steel bullet was bounced off. Is it the other party's superpower?"

"Bah!"

"Isn't that good? Can you tell me that you haven't been muttering all the time, wanting to turn off the halo on your head?" Ashes looked at the tricky target, and replaced it with his own M120CREM·explosive bomb launcher.

"Increase the firepower, let me try with the attack grenade, and the angel can cover me."

"Bah!"

The blow failed, and Amber said helplessly: "It must be good to be able to turn off the halo! The key is to see who turned it off for you and for what purpose."

"Ah, it was bounced away again... Judging by the behavior of the other party, it seems that something can be bounced away only after touching it with your hands. Sister Hui Hui pay attention."

"You know, we Rutland citizens have a rule that we must never cross the line, a terrible spell that will take effect when we shoot at our own people."

The short-haired angel with red hair didn't smile when he said this.

"Once you shoot at the same race, the angel will fall and transform into a fallen angel in pain. It will irreversibly grow sharp horns of the demon race, the halo will be dim, and the light wings will be broken. Well, although this can be regarded as one, turn off the halo. Find a way~"

"Blame blah blah!"

"Cut, it's on guard again. Try shooting at the same time to see how many hands he has." Ambil said while aiming, "However, even if the mourner shoots at the same people, the halo on his head will not go out. It will bring him down."

"Speaking of Lateran, it's quite xenophobic..."

Hua Farin couldn't help but interjected: "Angel, let me help you! Your high-speed shooting, although it can't hit the opponent effectively, can make him tired when he resists."

Ability - blood manipulation, unstable plasma, activated!

Blood... boiling!

Angel's ATK +60%.

"Thanks, I'll take aim!"

Angel of Power: "Apulupai, overload mode!"

The attack becomes five consecutive shots, the attack interval is shortened, and the attack power is increased to 110%.

The halo above the head spread out together with the eight light wings behind it, emitting a dazzling soft light.Now she is like an angel in the human impression.

Bright, pious, holy.

Ability—Angel's Blessing, Activate!

Give it to a random friendly unit, and itself: attack power +8%, life limit +13%.

"Bah bah bah bah!"

"For example, how should the suspect be dealt with... Ah, that's why his halo has to be turned off? So that's it, I probably understand." Ashes was startled by this.

That Mr. Angel, after being given the task of solving the same race, got this reward, which is barely called freedom.Unfortunately, he has no desire for this.

On the contrary, Ms. Neng Angel, after experiencing certain things, began to constantly seek ways to turn off the halo on her head... This is also a kind of good fortune.

"Okay, girls, I'm going to fire it again--battery grenades!"

"boom!!!"

"It's a bit beyond my imagination for the race of angels. Compared with holy baptism, your aura is more like a cold surveillance machine..."

Ember let out a foul breath, "I know it's okay?"

Amber and the Angel of Energy looked at each other and smiled indifferently.

"Although I'm afraid of trouble, no one will trouble me for leaking secrets now!" The pink-haired angel pouted.

"Let's not talk about our hometown, our world is different now! Damn it, I haven't found a way to turn off the fluorescent tube on my head yet!" said the red-haired angel.

Ambil: "Ah, it's better not to tell the undertaker these words, maybe he will really arrest me... But when it comes to him, even if he doesn't take a gun, he can still kill the target with fists and kicks, right?"

Can Angel: "Oh! Are you talking about that incident where you tore open the beast's throat with your hands, splashed the blood of his teammate, and ran back crying and said that he would never team up with the Undertaker again? It has been rumored in Rhodes Island It’s so pitiful to be forced to be famous.”

Amber nodded sympathetically.

"Yeah, those guys downstairs... how pathetic."

lower level.

"Damn!"

"There are already two people here, why are there so many landmines here!" The black suit complained as if venting, and walked forward cautiously.

"The trash that can't kill people can be favored by the BOSS. I have been so busy this time that there is no one around, and I may fly to the sky in the future. But I can only work like this, and I have to be here, TM of!"

"Find the target."

"Who is it!" The big man broke out in a cold sweat when he heard something.He swept around with a gun, everything he looked at was empty, and he couldn't see a single person.

"Hey, are you listening—" He looked behind him, and at some point, none of the accompanying companions had disappeared.

"how--"

one hand.

Press the front of his cheekbones.

Huge impact, hitting the wall, the rebound holds down;

dull pain, bloody taste at the base of tongue, severe vomiting;

Can't see clearly, I;

The final impression is sky blue——

"Crack."

"the last one."

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The angels talked and laughed happily, and the goal was solved.