Earth Invasion

Chapter 309 The Indissoluble Bond with the Assyrians

In L1, if it is not discovered, it means that it has never happened.Although this habit is slowly losing its effect now that the Recycler Association is transitioning to a normal government agency, it is only limited to tourists who work for the Recycler Association and can bring important financial income to the Recycler Association.This is still an iron rule for those who come to L1 to run a single gang or engage in a career that is not bright.

Now, Zhang Mai and the few people who came up from the outflank plan to practice this iron law.

This kind of thing will definitely happen in L1. Zhang Mai has long been mentally prepared for this, but he just didn't expect it to come so soon.

He looked up and saw that there were houses built a long time ago on both sides of the alley. The color of the boards as a whole was very old, and the glass exposed from the high walls showed a dim yellow color. It hasn't been serviced for a long time, so that is to say, there is no monitoring system.

The satellite Dieqi is not a tourist satellite, and there is no surveillance by unmanned aerial vehicles covering the entire city in the ring-shaped interior.There are not even human puppets patrolling the streets.If Zhang Mai died, his body would appear in the incinerator the next day, and no one would ask him again.

In order to avoid this ending, Zhang Mai can only choose to turn others into corpses.

Some people say that people who come down from the battlefield will have a murderous look.But Zhang Mai said that he never knew what murderous aura was, and his family never said what kind of aura he had.Therefore, these gangsters are still approaching quickly, and the guy in front has a blackened dagger in his hand.

Zhang Mai didn't plan to use a gun, he didn't have a silencer, so the sound of the gun was too harsh.The guy behind him was still two steps away from him, and when he could stab him with a single pounce, he suddenly shrank to the outside left!All of a sudden, he bypassed the opponent's outer circle.

The man from behind was taken aback for a moment, he was using his right hand, and he was out of reach to stab Zhang Mai, and Zhang Mai, who shrank back and turned around, happened to be in the dead corner on his left.And in his hand, a dark short knife appeared.

The knife wasn't metal, but a single block of silicon carbide, chipped from a PA he'd wrecked and whittled away with a tactical laser.He never thought of using this kind of thing before, originally this thing was just used as a souvenir.

The silicon carbide short knife in the shape of an octagonal penetrating cone with a Mohs hardness of 9 doesn't care about the toughness of human skin and muscles and the calcium hardness of bones.In the past three years on the Assyrian planet, his physical fitness and skill have long been beyond the reach of ordinary gangsters or even mercenaries.This knife cleanly cut the bastard's lower back and pierced his kidney.It's as neat as he split the UFP's armor with a heavy sword.

After a person is stabbed to the kidney, the extreme pain and massive blood loss will cause the person to go into shock in a very short period of time. Even the Assyrians have to abide by this rule.This is a very quickly incapacitating method of attack.With one stab, after a brief convulsion, the man's strength left him.

Zhang Mai immediately grabbed the man who was about to become a corpse, and threw him towards the accomplice beside him.

His accomplice was alert enough, and did not reach out to catch the thrown body in a panic.He flashed out, and his companion's body fell to the ground with a plop.He was slightly relieved, and when he looked up, he found that Zhang Mai was pointing a pistol at him.

When being pointed at by a gun, people's first reaction is to stretch out their hands to protect their head. Although this doesn't work, there is no way to do things like conditioned reflexes.

At the moment when he covered his head and face with his hands, Zhang Mai had already caught up and stabbed him in the neck with a knife. Then he lowered his body and used his arms to cut off half of the guy's neck, dark red The blood plasma is sprayed far away under the action of blood pressure.

In an instant, the two were killed. When Zhang Mai turned his gaze to the man in front, the man was already short of breath and his legs were trembling.He grasped the knife in both hands, then reached behind him and produced a pistol.But seeing that he was shaking violently as if he was stepping on a wire, whether he could open the safety of the pistol was a problem.

It is impossible for a person to live if half of the neck is cut off. When the corpse fell down, Zhang Mai snatched the dagger from the corpse's hand.The pistol had already returned to his lower back, the short knife of silicon carbide was handed over to his left hand, and the dagger was thrown up and down on his right hand. The rhythm was like a reminder.

"Don't come over!" The man shrank back while talking nonsense, his hand was already on the trigger, but after holding it for a long time, the pistol that didn't open the safety could not fire.

run, run!This thought strangled his neck like a demon, and the moment Zhang Mai caught the dagger without throwing it up, the guy who finally collapsed turned around and ran away!
With a bang, the dagger in Zhang Mai's hand flew out and was stabbing that guy's thigh.He screamed and fell to the ground.Before he turned over and begged for mercy, he felt a heavy step on the back of his neck.

Then there was a crackling sound, and there was a sharp pain in his neck. He rolled his eyes and didn't know anything.

Looking blankly at the three corpses on the ground, Zhang Mai didn't feel any discomfort, as if he had just dismantled the three puppets.The little pickpocket was so frightened that he peed his pants and crawled on the ground with all his hands and feet, hoping to keep himself as far away from this murderous god as possible.

Zhang Mai walked over unhurriedly, looked condescendingly at the child who was slumped on the ground, took out his pistol, and pointed it at his head.

For some reason, the face that Markburn had been staring at him before he died reappeared in his mind.

"Don't kill me! Please!" The child was almost dumbfounded. He looked at Zhang Mai with a pale face, and he could smell the gun oil from the countersunk combat pistol produced by FN Company. .

How could I have found such a target without eyesight?

Zhang Mai didn't shoot in the end, he just stuffed the gun into the child's mouth, and then yelled "呯", and the child passed out on the ground with feces and urine.

Three years, three years has turned me into a person who disregards life and death and can take human life without hesitation.Zhang Mai came out of the alley and calmed down a little.

He sighed, it seemed that he was really suitable for the job of mercenary.

Thinking of this, he walked forward, and there happened to be a mining company office with neon lights in front of him.

And not far behind him, a girl with dark green hair and a long braid looked at his back thoughtfully.

Zhang Mai's process of finding a job was not smooth.He wanted to find a job in the asteroid belt that could deal with UFP, whether it was a mining robot or a planetary guard or something.But from his heart, he still couldn't stand those mining companies that used Assyrian slaves.But now there are very few mining companies that don't use slaves.Therefore, when he raised questions about Assyrian slaves, the workers in those mines always looked at him with an idiot look.

Coming out of the fourth company, Zhang Mai held a chocolate ball given to him from a company in his hand. As for other things, he didn't have anything.He didn't want to talk about his experience in Assyria, and these companies don't like to use a newcomer who knows nothing.As for wearing a PA to be cannon fodder, Zhang Mai is well aware of the survival rate of these humanoid cannon fodder in the asteroid belt conflict, and he doesn't want to die yet.

Strolling absent-mindedly on the street, the time has already pointed to 11 o'clock in the night, and Zhang Mai has no intention of being sleepy yet.The warblers on both sides of the street began to yawn, and there were already drunks wandering on the street. Many guys who were full of alcohol either vomited while leaning on the trash can, or snored holding bottles in the corner.These drunks knew before they got drunk that they would be stripped naked, so they would not carry money with them, and at most they would lose a piece of clothing.In some places where the light can't shine, some customers who have negotiated the price can't wait to lift up the short skirts of the prostitutes.In those dark alleys, all kinds of suspicious voices have already sounded.

Zhang Mai feels pretty good for a while, and no one comes up to pester him without eyes.Even those wandering warblers didn't come up, because they could find that Zhang Mai looked at them as if he was looking at a piece of rotten meat.

Walking to the corner of a street, giving way to the garbage sweeper that seemed to be suffering from epilepsy, Zhang Mai stopped and glanced behind.

Then he stopped, turned around and took three or two steps back to a large vending machine.He spoke to the girl with dark green braids and a pair of large overalls shorts who seemed to be shrinking herself into the vending machine.

"Miss, you have been with me for three hours, what's the matter?"

The girl finally turned around shyly.Her eyes were like an X-ray machine, looking at Zhang Mai up and down.

Zhang Mai felt creepy. In his impression, the proportion of Assyrians suffering from mental illness was very small.I can't be so unlucky, but it's normal to see this girl.

Finally, the girl stopped staring at him, but squeezed the end of her braid, and squeezed out a word from her throat.

"Excuse me, are you the White Knight?"

Zhang Mai never expected to hear this title in L1.He said bluntly, "You have identified the wrong person", turned around and left.

"Alas, please wait for me!!" Zhang Mai walked so fast that the Assyrian girl had to trot to keep up.While holding down her satchel, she chattered beside Zhang Mai.

"White Knight, White Knight, I know it's you, I've been observing you for three hours. Why did you come here, can you go and see us, our boss must really want to see you, alas Oh, don't run away."

Zhang Mai felt that he had made the most stupid mistake. He actually planned to run a long-distance race with an Assyrian.

So, when he was squatting on the ground and sticking out his tongue out of exhaustion, the girl was squatting in front of him and looking at him with a smile on her hands, her thighs were so white that they dazzled the eyes.

"You, what are you going to do? I don't remember that I offended someone like you." Zhang Mai stood up on his knees and wiped the sweat off his face.

"You must be the white knight." The girl dug out a few tissues from her big satchel and handed them to him.

Taking the tissue paper, Zhang Mai said sullenly: "Can you forget that ironic nickname? I'm no longer a white knight."

"Well, so the white knight really has a story." The girl also stood up, as if she was half a head shorter than Zhang Mai. She crossed her arms and pointed her chin with her finger as she spoke.

Then he grabbed Zhang Mai's arm with lightning speed.

"Haha, I caught the white knight, can you come to our place, we really want to see you."

"I said I'm not a white knight!" Zhang Mai wanted to struggle, but he didn't expect that the other party's hands stretched out, and he hugged his arms in his arms, just like those lovers who show their affection do.

"The white knight is from the earth. The white knight's physical strength is not as good as mine, not as strong as mine, so don't struggle, we have prepared a lot of drinks and delicious food."

As he spoke, he dragged him away involuntarily.And Zhang Mai, who was physically like a chicken, had no choice but to follow.

What are these things?Could it be that I am inseparable from the Assyrians in my life?
　Again, I am not a colleague of Da Liu, and there is no dark forest theory

　　
　
(End of this chapter)