Shenhao makes a game

Chapter 407 Meeting the Enemy ([-])

Just after Feng Xia changed places, he found that there were really three players in the place he was just now.

"Damn, how did these ratios come so fast!"

Feng Xia originally planned to continue to make his Gatling angry immediately after changing the place, but who knew that after changing the place, even the people hadn't stood still, and people came later.

If he shoots now, his position will be exposed in a few minutes.

So he had to continue walking forward, not to let the pursuers behind him notice his position.

And the direction he was walking in was also the direction Yang Wei was in.

At the same time, after hearing that Gatlin's voice stopped, Yang Wei also quickened his pace and walked in the direction he had chosen before.

As a result, these two "enemies" got closer and closer to each other without knowing each other.

Five minutes later, Yang Wei, who was walking quickly, suddenly heard a rustling sound in front of him.

The moment he heard the voice, Yang Wei immediately bent down and stopped.

And just a few meters in front of Yang Wei, Feng Xia was lying on the ground and moving slowly.

emmm, it's just that his way of moving is not a serious crawling, but... emmm, a kind of incomprehensible snakeskin movement.

It just twists and turns in one place.

He probably doesn't even know how... cool his appearance is at this time.

Anyway, when Yang Wei quietly touched this guy who looked like a fly larva, he really couldn't connect with the player who used Gatling to control lightning on the battlefield.

But Yang Wei is sure that the wriggling guy in front of him must be the Gatling player.

Although this guy doesn't hold Gatling in his hands now, because Yang Wei has seen Ren's photos several times, although he won't be able to recognize him without turning into ashes, Yang Wei must be able to do so when he is so close to him. recognized.

At the same time, Feng Xia, who was wriggling, didn't realize that there was an old friend he "knew" for a long time waiting for him in front of him.

At this time, he was still thinking about how to complete his final task.

Just now Feng Xia looked at the task panel and found that there are still ten heads left to complete the task.

This frankly made Feng Xia quite annoyed.

At first, he thought that his 2-minute indiscriminate attack should be able to harvest all the heads, but he didn't expect that there were ten more.

But now that he wants to harvest this human head, it is not as simple as before.

Especially if he still wants to find players in the red lineup, the difficulty will rise in a straight line.

After all, his position of stealing the butt has been discovered before, and it is very unrealistic to think about going back to steal the chicken now.

"Hey, it seems that I can only let my allies help me..."

After thinking about it for a while, Feng Xia decided to ask his allies to help him one last time after weighing the pros and cons.

emmm, how can I help you?
Of course, they used their heads to help.

After all, Feng Xia's mission is also very clear, it just needs to harvest heads on the battlefield, but he didn't specify which faction's heads are needed.

So... His "friends" from the mercenary camp can definitely help a lot.

Thinking of this, Feng Xia immediately changed his creeping direction, and crawled towards the mercenary camp and the black camp in his memory.

And Yang Wei, who was quietly watching Feng Xia not far away, was shocked when he found out that Feng Xia had changed Feng Xia suddenly.

He was ready to shoot, even took out his gun and was ready to aim, but the thing suddenly started to squirm elsewhere.

"Fuck, you will die if you stop for a while!"

In order to ensure that he could get rid of Feng Xia 100% at once, Yang Wei never thought about shooting a moving target.

Although he is only less than ten meters away from Feng Xia, but because it is on the mountain, there are potholes everywhere and those bushes and the like, Yang Wei can't guarantee that he can hit it at all.

Emmm, although this is a disguised way to admit that his marksmanship is rubbish, but... his marksmanship is indeed rubbish!
At this critical moment, even Yang Wei, who usually likes to brag about his marksmanship, has to face himself squarely.

Otherwise, I don't know how long I have to wait after I miss it this time.

Therefore, Yang Wei also quietly hung behind Feng Xia's back, trying not to make any sound.

If one looks here from a higher place, two fly larvae will be seen wriggling.

One is in front, and the other hangs far behind.

At this time, because of Fengxia Gatlin's disruption on the battlefield, the battle was not as intense as it was at the beginning.

Basically just give me a shot, and I'll give you that look back.

Especially the players in the red camp who had just been ravaged by Gatling once, they took out a large part of their troops to deploy defenses on the mountain behind.

Now none of them wanted to hit them again, and Gatling would come out from behind and give them a chug.

As for the other two parties, players from the black camp and the mercenary camp were relatively more relaxed.

Especially the players of the mercenary camp. Many of them knew that Gatling was from their camp, but they didn't act with them.

For example, there are players from two mercenary camps sitting in the ditch chatting relaxedly.

"Hey, have you ever seen that player who uses Gatling?"

Player A is curiously asking Player B beside him.

"I've seen... shit!"

Player B first swears, and then continues:

"I heard from the mercenary boss here that this Gatling player does tasks alone, a typical lone ranger, but there are rumors that he was the player who was offered a reward before, but the news I don't know if it's true."

"Tch, so what if it's true? Nima now has so many rewards every day, who knows who it is?"

Player A pouted, thinking that what his friend said was nonsense.

"Oh~ yes, I just don't know when we will be able to use this powerful equipment."

Player B looked at the ak in his hand and said yearningly.

"What are you thinking? You still want Gatling. It would be great to change to a better rifle when you do the mission."

Player A has fully carried forward the tradition of engaging in one's own mentality, and poured cold water there.

And while they were chatting, on the hill behind the mercenary camp, a silver-white thing quietly emerged from the grass.

(End of this chapter)