How Did It Become a River Crab?

But now it seems that since the system has given this main task, it is doomed to be difficult to complete in such an easy way.

"All in all, the problem now is how to distract those mercenaries." W scratched his head irritably: "According to my past experience, mercenaries will not keep prisoners in the same place, but in Different locations in the building are guarded separately, so even if you obtain the information of all the researchers, it will be difficult for us to design a method to lure all the guards away at the same time, and the difficulty of sneaking in will be very great."

W became more and more angry as he spoke, and tightly held the saber in his hand: "The doctor only asked the three of us to do this task... Isn't it really a run on us?"

Mo Lan was taken aback when she heard the words, and then asked as if she had realized something, "Do you really have no bombs or explosives?"

"Yes..." W took out a module-like item from under the thick tactical armor, "This is a door-breaking bomb making device, as long as enough source stones are provided, it can make a cone-shaped directional blasting bomb, But it is only effective for doors and small areas, and it cannot achieve the effect you want."

"Other than that, it's just normal smoke grenades and grenades."

"Then..." Mo Lan organized his words: "If the building is extremely chaotic and the mercenaries are in a panic, you are asked to rush into the building to search and rescue researchers, what is the success rate?"

"If you don't encounter [Iron Devourer], then it's 100%." ​​W's tone was full of confidence, "Except for their leader, the remaining opponents of this mercenary group... are not on the same level as me."

As an elite mercenary who has been fighting on the battlefield since he was a child, and has the latest weapons and equipment provided by the Tower of Babel, as long as he has not met the famous Kazdel's commander [Iron Eater], the remaining mercenaries Bing, in the case of 1V3 or even 1V4, W has the confidence to deal with it.

But... in front of a mercenary group in the entire building, W didn't think he would have such an opportunity.

Speaking of this, W became a little irritable again: "Damn... If only there was a way to make the whole building mess up."

W was in a state of desperation, but Mo Lan stroked the tentacles leisurely:

"If this method didn't exist... I wouldn't ask you so much nonsense."

"...Huh?" W's pupils narrowed slightly, and he looked at Mo Lan with a bit of surprise.

"Don't you...but you can only hide your presence?"

"Ms. W, I think there is a very big misunderstanding between us. I did show my ability to hide my presence, but..."

As Mo Lan said, the two pliers were held in mid-air.

"When did I say that I only know this little skill?"

Half an hour later, the building where the [Iron Eater] mercenary group was stationed.

Che Tie stood at the top of the building, looking down at his mercenaries from under the window sill.

Sarkaz people armed to the teeth spread all over every corner of the building. Gray-green tents were scattered around the building, and two rows of personnel carriers were parked neatly in front of the widest road. Every detail of this building reveals The smell of blood and gunpowder from the battlefield.

Che Tie is a strong Sarkaz man with a height of [-] meters, with one hand holding a large sword that is as tall as an ordinary person, and his face is covered with a ghost mask from the Eastern Kingdom. It looked pitch black.

This mask was derived from the Ghost Clan troupe he looted, and he chewed their leader's saber in front of the last survivor of that troupe, hence the code name [Iron Biting] came from it.

"Brother." A Sarkaz mercenary captain walked up the steps and whispered to Chu Tie: "The mercenary group responsible for the handover has sent a message that they will arrive on time at ten o'clock in the evening."

"I see. Is there any suspicious person?" Tie Che said in a deep voice, his voice echoing under the mask, making his words seem extremely heavy.

The mercenary captain shook his head resolutely: "Don't worry, brothers are under martial law today, even if it's a fly, you have to weigh it if you want to fly in."

"Keep vigilant, it is impossible for no one to know the news about us here." Biting Tie nodded: "After ten o'clock in the evening, everything has nothing to do with us."

The mercenary captain said yes, turned around and was about to go downstairs, but Che Tie stopped him.

"Leave the little girl alone for a while, and tell the handover person that she couldn't stand the bumps on the road and died of illness."

"But she's not doing well... Oh." The mercenary captain was stunned for a while, and suddenly thought of his own head's special hobbies, and the expression on his face became a lot more playful: "I'll arrange it now."

Poor little ewe, I don't know how many days this one can live...

Che Tie nodded slightly, and the mercenary captain heaved a sigh of relief, and hurried back to his post.

Everything in the building was running in an orderly manner, and at the heavily guarded gate, a green unknown creature hundreds of times larger than a fly farted at the guards and swaggered into the first floor.

Grandchildren, the Lord is here to kill you? ?La.

Chapter 34 Iron Eater

After "sneaking" into the iron-devouring mercenary group building aboveboard, Mo Lan began to follow W's suggestion, searching the entire building floor by floor.

This building used to serve as both a shopping mall and an office building. The overall structure is not complicated, but the large number of staff passages is still easy to make people dizzy. Mo Lan adopted the most stupid maze winning method, that is, stick to the right wall all the way. Explore the five-story building step by step.

Perhaps it was because there was a handover task at night, the mercenaries in the building were all on alert, not only patrolling along a specific route, but also turning on the radio to call each other every few minutes to prevent anyone from sneaking in secretly .

Looking at this battle, even a future six-star phantom operator like W will have a hard time retreating without alarming the entire enemy army.

The only way to create an opportunity is to let these mercenary groups mess up first, and then myself and W take advantage of the vacancy.

The current Mo Lan came here for this reason.

I have to say that the [Neutral Creature] race skill is really useful in this situation. Even if it has been hacked by the system, as long as Mo Lan keeps a low profile and doesn't actively make any noise during the whole process, then even he He sneaked under the crotch of a certain mercenary, and he had no chance of discovering him.

When a mercenary reported on the radio with serious eyes that everything was normal, but he was passing by his feet with unrecognizable steps, the scene was quite joyful...

Soon, Mo Lan found several cells where the researchers were held. As W guessed, Tie Che's subordinates dispersed the researchers and locked them up in five floors, which greatly increased the difficulty of searching for the rescuers.

The guarding of the cell is quite high. Not only is there an iron door fixed by a combination lock, there are at least three to four mercenaries guarding the door of each researcher throughout the whole process. Watching the battle, even if there is an attack from a foreign enemy, they will never leave own position.

The researchers who were detained behind the door were ashen-faced, and seemed to have accepted the fate of being forced to study. Mo Lan first found four researchers, but still could not find the place where Eyjafala was held.

Mo Lan took out a piece of paper from her backpack, grabbed the charcoal pencil with pliers, recorded the approximate location of the four researchers' cells on it with difficulty, and continued to search.

When Mo Lan searched for the sixth researcher, the location of the little sheep was still unknown. Just when he was a little restless, he saw a half-open door, and a large screen came out from the half-open door , seems to be the monitoring room of the whole building.

Standing at the door of the monitoring room were two guards holding crossbows and their pupils radiated falcon light. It seemed that no matter how hidden the enemy was, there was nothing to hide under their sight.

Mo Lan climbed onto the pipe opposite them, shook her butt in the faces of the two guards, and then ran into the monitoring room.

There was no one in the monitoring room, so he probably ran to chat with Lao Ba. Mo Lan saw the monitoring screen of the entire building here, and found Eyjafala in the corner of the screen as he wished.

Eyjafjallah's cell is located on the top floor of the entire building. Compared with the cells of the other six researchers, the security of the room where Ayjafjallah is held is more than twice as high. Not only is the combination lock double-layered, but the door handle is set on a petite At a height that Lori can't touch, the number of guards at the door is twice that of other rooms.

Aiyafala, who was wearing a small dress, was curled up in the corner of the room, hugging a dirty pillow, sobbing softly.

Her dress has been worn out, and there are small scars and patches of dirt on her body. The little sheep buried her head in the pillow, a pair of beautiful horns trembling slightly, and her little feet in white pantyhose were trying to get close to her body , seems to want to bring even the slightest sense of security to himself.

People can't help feeling distressed.

A low sobbing sound reached Mo Lan's ears, and he realized that Ayjafala's cell monitoring seemed to have sound, and it could be zoomed in and out.

……unusual.

Compared to the cell surveillance... Mo Lan felt that this surveillance was two or three times larger than other screens, and it was more like a viewer for observing birdcages.

Reminiscent of Sarkaz mercenaries known for their cruelty and innocence, and looking at the little sheep curled up in a corner, who could frighten her at the slightest sign of trouble, Mo Lan felt a little angry.

Three-dimensional copper smelting BISS.

But to be angry, Mo Lan didn't linger on this matter for long, but quickly returned to the state of action.

Don't say it's a game, even if it's true, in Mo Lan's opinion, down-to-earth actions are far better than impotent rage.

Rather than being a keyboard warrior, Mo Lan is more inclined to blow up these aggressive dicks himself.

Write down the location of Eyjafala and write it on the handwriting board. Mo Lan looked around and touched the structure diagram of the building in an inconspicuous corner. She put the two items into the backpack and was about to go out , I heard a dull footstep coming from outside the door.

"Big brother!"

Mo Lan heard the "Falcon Eye Duo" shout respectfully outside the door.Immediately, a figure with a height of [-] meters walked in from the door.

It was a strong Sarkaz man with a ghost face and a big knife in his hand. At first glance, he knew that he was a giant and fierce man similar to the Sarkaz Centurion in the game. His extremely heavy footsteps alone could Enough to make any ordinary person shudder.

Not only that, Mo Lan found that he could sense a strong bloody smell from his body, as if the system was reminding him how dangerous the opponent in front of him was.

It's just... a giant humanoid beast.

There is no doubt that the person in front of him is the supreme leader of the mercenary group, the one that even W is afraid of [Iron Eater]...

No wonder the system didn't issue a mission to kill Iron Eater. Judging from the appearance, unless it's W, Scout and a professional player-level boss, no one can beat such a fierce guy in a frontal battle, right?

His appearance blocked Mo Lan from going out. The latter could only take two steps back temporarily, and turned his head to leave after he completely entered the monitoring room.

The unbelievably thick legs moved in front of Mo Lan, covering most of the lights in the monitoring room. The sound of footsteps spread from the ground, making Mo Lan feel her joint limbs tingling slightly.

Chu Tie walked towards his seat step by step, and the sound of his footsteps echoed in the narrow monitoring room. At a certain moment, he suddenly turned his head and looked at a corner beside him.

Mo Lan was lying in the shadow, staring at him silently.

Chapter 35 Flat Fist Fighter

Mo Lan lay quietly on the spot, not in a panic, but secretly triggered the [Self-Explosion Button] skill, the pliers had already rested on the scarlet button, as long as there was any change in the iron bite, it would press it without hesitation. go down.

Che Tie stared at Mo Lan's position, his turbid pupils hidden under the ghost mask showed fierce light, as if he wanted to choose someone to kill.

The bloody smell gradually became so thick that even the air seemed sticky and heavy. Maybe in the next second, maybe in the next moment, Che Tie's huge door-panel sword that was one person tall would come down from top to bottom, trying to cut Mo Lan in half.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

"Looking at each other" lasted for a few seconds, and the iron-biting eyes gradually changed from the initial cruelty to a little dazed.

He always felt that there was something hidden in the open space in his line of sight, but no matter how carefully he observed, he could only find silhouettes wriggling in the dark in his line of sight, just like a child lying alone on the bed at night, watching In every darkness around you, you can imagine a vicious ghost in your mind.

"..."

Chu Tie hummed in a low voice, turned his head slowly, and returned his gaze to the monitoring screen in front of him.

To be precise, it was put back on the monitoring screen in Aiyafala's room.

Mo Lan slowly crawled out from the shadows, took a deep look at the giant humanoid beast, turned and left the monitoring room.

It's not that he didn't think of blowing himself up here, but he didn't have the confidence to blow up Iron Bitter to death in one wave. His information hadn't been passed on, and the various arrangements hadn't been completed. SCOUT) in jeopardy.

Didara, a well-known pyrotechnic artist, once said: "Explosions are an art."

Since it is art, it must be prepared and planned. It is always good to be calm and cautious when playing games.

Silently crawling out of the monitoring room, Mo Lan looked around, locked on an unguarded window sill, climbed up with the help of a side pipe, and took out the previously drawn map of the researcher's location from the backpack, as well as the location map from the monitoring room. The structure diagram of the building in Lishun.

After pinching the two pictures in the pliers, Mo Lan put the pliers out of the window and showed the patterns to the outside.

Hundreds of meters away in the direction he was facing, a Sarkaz male with a fireproof cloth covering his face was lying on a certain rooftop, his eyes locked on the two cards in Mo Lan's hand through the scope of the sniper rifle in his hand. drawing.

[scout], Sarkaz mercenary, an old member of the Tower of Babel who has shown his face several times in the game, has died in the timeline of the main storyline, so players cannot know his strength.