close to death

When he opened the gaming lottery, Ling Yun quickly found the betting point for this campaign. In a fit of rage, he added [-] million to Bloody's victory bet, and [-] to Bloody's insistence on half a year's bet. Anyway, he has plenty of money now. I didn't look at my bank account anymore. I didn't expect that more than [-] million yuan was added out of thin air. It is estimated that it was all the profits of the trading house and the auction house.

"Uh..." He yawned, and the family complained, "What, I'm most afraid of staying up late, brother, please stare for a while, I'll find a place to take a nap,"

"Well, let's go," Ling Yun now wished he could get out of here.

The guy turned around the tent and took a nap leaning against the wooden stake next to it, while Ling Yun tiptoed towards the central tent.

The lights inside were brightly lit, and the sound of disputes could be heard from time to time.

"I still stick to my opinion, we should sneak attack their guild stronghold after dawn," said the voice with a hoarse voice, and there was the sound of drinking water from time to time.

A rough voice came, "We should first occupy the resurrection point of the Demon City, with the Demon City as the center, fight steadily, and slowly eliminate the Scarlet Guild, instead of what the white-faced scholar said, you must know that the Scarlet Guild is not rubbish, There are a lot of masters in it, we can't rush for success," he said.

"Bah, I can't be in a hurry, [-] million all-in three days to finish the Scarlet Guild," the hoarse voice almost roared, and then there was the sound of a water glass breaking.

"Don't fucking quarrel, we've been quarreling in the middle of the night, let's calm it down," another guy joined in, "Let's wait until dawn to make a decision,"

"What the hell are you? How dare you talk to me like that,"

. . . . . .

Ling Yun snickered to himself outside the tent, only hearing the smell of gunpowder inside was getting stronger and stronger, as if there were signs of an explosion.

Take out the C[-] bomb, and skillfully click the button on it, make a noise, fight, I will send you to the west to learn Buddhist scriptures in a while.

The bomb was successfully planted, and the time was set to [-] minutes. Ling Yun dug two handfuls of soil to bury it, and the damn sound of beeps really made people groan.

Carefully searching around, Ling Yun also had another important purpose this time, which was to blow up their supply truck.

Every player has a backpack, but their backpack is not like Ling Yun's backpack. It is really small, and the ammunition blood bottle can't last long. This requires several supply vehicles to transport consumables such as ammunition and medicine.

After searching for a while, they finally found several large trucks in the northwest corner of the camp. There were six machine guns mounted on the trucks, and eight sharpshooters, three assassins, and a dozen swordsmen were lying beside the trucks, sleeping soundly.

Seeing the heavy security here, Ling Yun dared to conclude that those trucks must be supply trucks.

He took out a high-explosive grenade and two sweet potato grenades on his waist, and stared at the countdown of C[-] on the left side of the screen. It was about to explode in more than [-] minutes, and that was the best time to attack.

Send a message to Ye Jingjing: As long as you hear the explosion, immediately lead the assassin group to touch it in, count as much as you can kill, and retreat immediately after you succeed, don't love to fight.

Ye is very quiet and sent an OK message, preparing for everything, just waiting for the outbreak of C[-].

The heart beats every second with the time, the fighting nerves of the whole body are tense, and the desert storm is ready to go.

Boom, a huge fireball shot into the sky, the ground trembled a few times, and everything in the central tent was instantly torn to pieces by the C[-] bomb.

Everyone shivered and stared blankly at the big fireball not far away. It took about two seconds for them to react.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack," the siren sounded, and a large number of black shadows rushed over like a tide.

The players in charge of guarding the supply truck obviously don't have much battlefield experience. The swordsman who was sleeping soundly got up and hurriedly searched for his weapon; rush to.

In the blink of an eye, the front of the supply truck was empty, and no one was there.

What a bunch of idiots, Ling Yun suppressed a smile and stepped forward quickly.

Suddenly the car door opened, and a soldier-like guy walked out from inside, "The one next door is spicy, and it doesn't make people sleep well at night," yawning and rubbing his sleepy eyes.

Ling Yun was startled, and passed the barrel of the gun casually, "Since you want to sleep so much, let's sleep again."

The flames were spitting out wildly, the guy hadn't broken out of his sleep, he fell to the ground with five or six bullet holes in his body, he probably won't wake up tonight.

Lifting the canvas on all the trucks, only to see rows of medicines and magazines, Ling Yun couldn't help but sigh: "Tsk tsk, what a pity, these guys are enough for me to use for at least a year."

He bit down on the pull ring, and the grenade rolled into the compartment with hissing smoke.

Fell to the ground, a few tumbling movements rolled aside.

Three mushroom clouds soared into the sky, like three small nuclear bombs, the power of the explosion was even more violent than C[-].

A few tires were bouncing and rolling to the distance, bullets were flying around in the carriage, and the whole box of grenades exploded from time to time.

"Crap," the enemy realized at this moment that they had been caught in a trick to divert the tiger away from the mountain. They picked up the guys and rushed back. The camp was full of chickens and dogs, turning into a mess.

A flash bomb was thrown in the air, like a small sun rising in the dark night, and the entire camp was illuminated brightly.

Everyone squatted on the ground with their eyes covered. In the dark, their eyes are particularly sensitive to light. Facing the strong light of flash bombs, their eyes may be stabbed at least, or blind at worst. Although this is in the game, it is still not what ordinary people's eyes perceive. bearable.

The bosses of the Pug Gang and the Peerless League were blasted to nothing by C4. With no one in command, the chaotic camp became even more chaotic.

"Everyone, don't panic, everyone, don't panic," a tall sharpshooter shouted standing on the top of the tent, "I am the vice president of the Fantasy Sword Alliance, everyone listen to me now..."

Halfway through the speech, two blood-red daggers were resting on his neck.

Kiss throat,, 586.

Backstab, 696.

Assassination, -[-].

The body rolled down, and a gold-grade AK47 exploded on the ground.

Ye Jingjing picked it up, "Haha, I'm getting rich now, and I can sell it for a hundred thousand yuan,"

Hundreds of assassin brothers jumped up from the darkness at the same time, the panicked enemies had no time to turn around, the sharp daggers had already sliced ​​through their throats.

The assassin's sudden burst of attack power is quite terrifying, and with the addition of continuous attack skills, it is simply a nightmare for players with low defense.

In less than ten seconds, there were hundreds of corpses on the ground.

Zi Yan wields a big sword like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, wherever she goes, swords and swords are shadowed, and blood splashes out of stumped limbs and broken arms,