How Did It Become a River Crab?

"Your level of consolation is unrivaled even in our science laboratory..." A researcher next to him said with vacant eyes.

"Ahem..." W is a little embarrassed. She has been a mercenary all her life, but she has never learned these things that require emotional intelligence. She can shout for a striptease in front of a group of people. Don't expect her to be too tall. emotional intelligence.

"Thank you, Sister Dabuliu." Little Sheep raised his head and called W's code name jerky, "I'm not unhappy, I'm just too tired... I think Mr. Crab will definitely come back."

When saying this, Aiyafala's eyes seemed to contain a whole galaxy of stars.

"...You can't come back from the dead, kid." W didn't mean to break the hope of the little sheep, but in this era, it's always a good thing to face the reality early: "Mr. Crab is very powerful, but he is dead. of."

However, Eyjafala just shook his head, neither showing a disappointed expression nor arguing with W, as if he had already determined that Mr. Crab was not dead, with eyes full of hope, he struggled to keep up with the pace of the team.

W wanted to say something, but in the end he just sighed and focused on the topographic map in his hand.

Why don't you go on?

Either because W is lazy in this regard, if others don't listen, she won't bother talking.

Or... because even a realistic person like her would pray for a miracle to happen in her heart.

Not long after, before the miracle happened, a huge barrier lay in front of the escape team.

"Barrier" does not refer to anything, but a barrier that does exist. This barrier is composed of large pieces of wreckage and building debris. It seems that someone directly blew up the dome here, using the wreckage to form a natural barrier.

An obstacle of this thickness cannot be dug open by hand. You have to use the few remaining Originium explosives to open the way forcibly, or you can only take a detour. W hesitated, got into the small path on the side, and explored briefly. Check out a few alternate channels.

Then, W walked out with a gloomy expression.

Can't get through.

All the nearby underground passages that can lead to the outside world have been artificially destroyed.

W suddenly understood why Che Tie was so confident.

The people who do this will only be the iron-devouring mercenary group. The mercenaries can't grasp the situation of the underground passages, so they chose the most stupid and most effective method - blocking all the underground passages that can reach the outside of the city , At the same time cut off the possibility of someone fleeing and foreign enemies sneaking in.

The only way now is to rely on breaking explosives to force a breakthrough.

But according to W's understanding of the mercenary's behavior style, the iron-devouring mercenary group either does not bomb a channel, or bombs each channel at least four or five times to ensure that there are enough obstacles. The dreaded barrier slowed the pace.

And the origin stone bomb in W's hand...isn't enough.

As soon as she was about to die, W suddenly had an ominous premonition, she bent down, put her ear to the ground, and heard a series of footsteps gradually approaching from a distance.

It was the pursuer of the iron-devouring mercenary group, and W even discerned the heaviest footstep in it, which could only belong to the group leader, iron-devouring.

W closed his eyes in pain, Che Tie was still alive, Mo Lan's sacrifice...may have been in vain.

"Scout, Tie Che is still alive, leading people to chase us." W turned on the headset, "The underground passage is blocked by them, our bombs are not enough to clear the way, do you have any tricks?"

There was a sound of heavy breathing coming from the earphone.

"I'm sorry, W, I'd love to think of a way with you, but..."

On the other side of the communication, Scout held the sniper rifle that had been shattered in half by the crossbow arrows, and smiled bitterly as he watched the mercenaries approaching from the surrounding rooftops.

"I'm a little busy here."

Chapter 48 Unexpectedly, I'm back again!

On the rooftop around the scout stood four hooded Sarkaz mercenaries, all holding a hook that could move sensitively in a high-rise environment, and holding a hand crossbow that could be fired repeatedly in the right hand, killing the scout Surrounded in the very center.

These elite mercenaries who rely on hooks and hand crossbows to fight have a nickname in the circle, called "hunters", they are extremely good at finding and killing enemy snipers in complex environments.

Scout has faced many such hunters in his life, and more than half of them have become the souls of his guns, and the rest fled with scars that will never be forgotten.

For a sniper of his level, the positions of hunter and prey often change, but this time... there were too many people.

There were seven hunters who came to attack Scout, three of them died from a headshot, a broken egg, and kicked off a tall building by Scout, but the limit of Scout also stopped here, and the remaining four It's still the coldness that destroyed his sniper gun, turning the rooftop that was originally the commanding height into a desperate situation.

The current Scout only has a hand crossbow that has not been used for a long time, a bayonet dagger, and two guns that may be used as sticks to hit people.

"...you were attacked?"

W's voice came from the headset, and his tone sounded a little discouraged.

"Seven hunters, there are four left, my gun was interrupted." Scout heard the sound of the hook rope being retracted, and his tone was unexpectedly calm.

"Is there any trick?"

"I don't know, it should be gone." Scout replied, as if he was pronouncing someone else's death sentence. While playing with the dagger in his hand, he asked, "What are you going to do?"

There was silence on the headset for a while, and then there was the sound of a bomb exploding, and then, W said bitterly, "Unfortunately, I don't know either."

"Chetie led people to chase after me. I just blew up the first layer of barriers, and there are more behind. I will lead them around as much as possible, but I don't know how long it will last."

"We really are not chess players like the doctor." Scout sighed, "It's a pity...we wasted Mo Lan's sacrifice."

"I will continue to work hard, just as a trivial condolence to him." W replied: "I will keep the communicator open, but if it is not necessary, we will not chat."

"No problem." Scout nodded as if W could see, "It was a pleasure working with you, W."

"Nice to meet you, and, your fisherman's hat... is really dirty."

W smiled and said nothing more.

Scout was stunned for a while, then reached out and took off the fisherman hat on top of his head, pressed it to his chest, and sat still in the bunker.

The sound of hooks and ropes was getting closer and closer, followed by the sound of footsteps. Scout knew that the hunters were approaching him.

After all, he is just a Sarkaz sniper. In close combat, he cannot win against four well-trained hunters.

But...you have to try, don't you?

Scout sighed, ready to stand up and participate in the last hand-to-hand combat of his life.

But at this moment, W's voice sounded from his headset again.

"...Scout, are you still alive?"

Scout presses the headset: "I believe now is the 'necessary' time?"

"I just heard their footsteps again." W said with some difficulty: "They... seem to be fighting something."

Scout's pupils narrowed slightly.

He understood the meaning of W's words.

In this entire abandoned city, only the iron-devouring mercenary group is stationed. Other forces will not approach here. Only the members of the Tower of Babel can fight the iron-devouring mercenary group.

But among the members of the Tower of Babel present, W and the hostages are passing through the tunnel, scout is surrounded by four hunters, so...

Are they... fighting something?

"Come out, sniper." The hunter's provocation came from scout's ear, "You are very powerful, but you can't do anything by yourself, stand up, and I promise to give you a good time in the way of a hunter .”

Scout gripped the dagger subconsciously, and was about to say some trash talk to provoke him back, when a familiar male voice with no skin or face sounded from another corner of the rooftop.

"Four Ezios, you are wrong about one thing."

These words came from the roof gate accompanied by an intensified crawling sound. When the four hunters realized that something was wrong, the roof door had already been smashed open, and a group of extremely hungry void beasts roared and charged through the gate. Come out, and pounce on every hunter present in batches!

At the end of all the Void Beasts, Mo Lan waved his pincers, jumped out of the roof door, jumped on the face of the nearest hunter, and shouted the second half of the sentence: "Now this old man... But TM is not alone!"

Scout looked at the chaotic hunters, and reflexively pulled out his hand crossbow, and shot an arrow at the hunter who was furthest away from the void beast and wanted to escape from the rooftop with a hook.

After that, he looked blankly at Mo Lan who was riding the face (physics).

"...Damn it?"

"Have you ever seen a ghost who can ride on the face?" Mo Lan opened the [Sun Flame Cloak], burning the hunters around, "Hurry up, fuck them!"

In fact, facing opponents at the level of Sarkaz's elite mercenaries, Mo Lan's current [Sunflame Cloak] damage is no longer enough. Its main effect is to distract the opponent's attention with burning pain. Create attack opportunities for Void Beast and other allies.

After all, Scout was the best among professional mercenaries, no matter how surprised he was at the moment, he subconsciously moved his body, raised his hand crossbow towards the hunters around him and started firing.

Three crossbows pierced the air and shot at the hunters who were tired of dealing with the void beasts with precision. The crossbows penetrated their necks and came out from the other side, completing the kill cleanly.

The accuracy of this hand crossbow is actually quite average, but with the scout's terrifying shooting level, it is not a problem to achieve a hundred shots at this distance.

Without the help of his teammates before, Scout would have to burp if he replaced one person at most, but now with the Void Beast Restricted Hunter, Scout is of course a child with one arrow, relaxed and happy.

After shooting three rounds without a single drop (referring to the crossbow arrow), Scout confirmed the death of the four hunters, then watched Mo Lan who was standing on his head and using the carapace as a Thomas maneuver, and turned on the headset.

"W, our Mr. Crab...is alive again."

"I didn't expect it, I'm back!"

On the other side of the headset, W's expression went through a series of wonderful changes from weirdness, surprise, and even numbness. In the end, she looked at the cheering little sheep with little stars in her eyes, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"From now on, no matter how heroically you die, I will not be sad, Mo Lan."

"It means that you were a little sad before?" Mo Lan continued Thomas's full spin. He found that it is very convenient to do this with the river crab's body upside down, just like a turtle turning its shell. "It's a bit of an honor."

"Although it's hard to say, but... it's not bad, but besides that, I have another question."

"Thank you for the invitation. I'm in Kazdale. I just finished blowing up the building. What's the problem?"

"That's right, I really want to know..." W's tone suddenly became subtle and teasing.

"When we were chatting about someone's death and mourning for someone... why did someone not say a word, but still listen to it with relish, and come out to pretend to be such a tough guy for my old lady?"

At the same time, there was an explosion sound from Scout's headset. It was the sound of a door-breaking bomb destroying an obstacle, but in this environment... it seemed quite subtle.

Mo Lan, the little spinning top, stopped spinning and felt a red Chinese character popping out of her head.

Dangerous!

Chapter 49 How about this one?

Sensing W's kind tone, Mo Lan froze, instantly released the turtle from standing upside down, and shouted: "I'm wrong, my earphone is broken, I can only hear you talking, and the input terminal is useless!"

Mo Lan didn't talk nonsense. When the three-minute resurrection time ended and he was out of the soul state, he heard the voices of W and scout in the headset, but the voice input terminal he used to reply was hit by the sword that devoured iron. It's broken, no matter how you debug it, it won't work.

In desperation, Mo Lan could only reset a portal first, let the Void Beast rush along the possible pursuit route, and try to interfere as much as possible with the pursuit team led by Tie Che.

After finishing this matter, knowing that Iron Chef had sent a pursuit team to threaten Scout, Mo Lan immediately headed towards the building where Scout was located in his impression, and it was precisely because of his decisive action that he was able to successfully rescue Scout after a few minutes, allowing the three of them to The team regroups.

"That's... then there's nothing I can do." W shrugged on the other end of the headset, "Now I feel that the words I mourned for you before are extremely embarrassing..."

"No, I'm very touched." Mo Lan cleared her throat, her tone suddenly solemn: "It's a pity...we wasted Mo Lan's sacrifice."