With the messy sound of flapping wings, dozens of source crows gathered together on another roof. A ball of black fog filled the fog. The crow walked out of the fog with a suitcase. His face turned pale and his forehead was sweaty, but his face was more excited and frenzy, and even his eyes were shining.

He licked his lips uncontrollably and forcibly endured a certain primitive impulse. The crow turned his head and looked in the direction where the gunshot sounded. The distance of nearly two thousand meters was too far, and it had exceeded the visual limit. However, the two pets selflessly lent their eyes, allowing the crow to accurately see each other standing on the roof of a skyscraper from a high altitude.

The world seemed to have lost its color in an instant. The crow had a premonition that he might not be able to forget the scene he saw in his eyes in his life, and the indelible red that was permeating in front of him.

Behind the long black hair is dispersed, a golden halo is reflected in the sunset, the rose-red long skirt is gentle and flowing, the corners of the skirt are swaying in the evening breeze, the white parasol is placed on the shoulders, and slowly rotates in the light twist of the fingers. In the other hand, a sniper rifle taller than a human is randomly mounted on the railing of the roof, a slender hand wrapped in white silk gloves, a huge hideous black rifle, and a red skirt that makes people unable to remove their eyes, together depicting a beautiful picture in the sunset.

The parasol was blocked and she could not see her appearance clearly. She could only see her thin side face and plump lips. The corners of her lips were gently raised, and she was outlining a light smile, an extremely dangerous smile.

"Bang."

The moment I saw the smile, the premonition of danger like a ray of light on my back swept over the crow's consciousness again, stimulating the source energy in my body as soon as possible, instantly energizing the soul-developing image, turning into dozens of crows that were startled.

The gunshots sounded, and the sharp bullets arrived as scheduled, piercing through the afterimages left by the crow, destroying several translucent black crow feathers, and finally leaving a shallow bullet mark on the roof, stirring up dust all over the sky.

"A woman with a small mind." The crows gathered for the second time. The crows appeared in the shadows on the street corner. They squinted their eyes as if they were smiling, raised their right hand high in the direction of the woman, and used force to compare a middle finger. While the middle finger was compared, their figure had already merged into the shadow.

"Swish", this time there was no gunshot. A light smile came out from the red lips raised under the parasol. The sniper rifle slightly adjusted its direction, and the scope moved to another position, where smoke was rising.

The flames burned on the streets, and each smoke column that soared into the sky represented a destroyed vehicle and several passing lives. A big bird with half of its body had turned into a honeycomb was lying on the ground, its body shaking slightly irregularly, and the rider with a deformed head was lying beside the big bird, with blood still emitting from the wound, but its breathing was cut off.

Several strong men holding cold weapons walked past the wreckage of the machinery and the body, but they didn't even look at the miserable scenes around them. Their eyes kept moving between the streets and alleys and the instruments on their wrists. On the instrument dial, the rhythm of the light waves that expanded outwardly was boring and monotonous, but they always involved everyone's attention.

In the buildings on the outside, the roar of vehicles came from time to time, and flying vehicles flew through the low altitude and circled around the block. Occasionally, there would be screams from unknown corners, followed by a few gunshots, but both the gunshots and the sounds were quickly silent, leaving only crackling flames and rushing heat waves on the streets.

"Huh, Huh", in the dark alley, a suppressed low breath came. The tall gray-green figure sat next to the trash can in the corner of the wall, his chest was as violent as a bellows. The barrel of the rotary machine gun showed obvious overheating deformation. The mace, which lacked a few teeth, was covered with black and brown marks, and the head and face were covered with gray soil, decorated with blood from unknown sources. The keratinized armor on the surface of the body was severely damaged, and many places exposed the burned charred skin below.

Whenever footsteps pass by, the heavy breathing will suddenly stop, and the gray-green body will quickly change color and blend into the environment. Several times in a row, the searcher passed by him ignorantly, and was so close that he could not find his trace.

The breathing that had gradually evenly changed suddenly, turned into a low roar after enduring hardships. Just like enduring severe pain, the mutant held the sapling growing on his head and was pulling it out of his body with great force. He used extreme force to raise the muscles on his arms, and his already ugly face was even more distorted due to the pain.

The wood biting in the mouth became shattered, and the saplings finally broke away from the mutant's body. The dense roots growing horizontally were covered with blood and minced meat, which looked shocking.

The mutant, who was like a exhaustion, slowed down his recovery and patted around the wound that was still bleeding. A miniature test tube that was only one centimeter long emerged from the wound. Wipe off the black blood stains outside the test tube wall. You can see that the test tube is filled with transparent liquid. In the middle of the liquid, an unknown object as thin as a hair was soaked.

The mutant looked around carefully and confirmed that no one was there. After hiding the test tube in the trash can as quickly as possible, he observed repeatedly around the trash can, and flipped the garbage several times to change the appearance. It was not until he was satisfied that he threw the blood-connected saplings aside, letting the saplings hit the wall, and then flew away a few dragonflies in late summer and rolled into a pile of weeds.

Finally, he examined the location where he hid things. The mutant took a deep breath and his body grew bigger. He took a step forward like a recharged chariot, but he kept silent and rushed out of the alley.

"The target, coordinate A47, is moving towards B9."

"The target appears and move along A12."

"Request support, request support, the target is moving to me, request...beep,beep,beep."

Not long after, the already calm neighborhood became noisy again. The sound of messy footsteps, rapid contact sounds, and sudden gunfire sounds broke the rare calm of the neighborhood. The search personnel scattered around quickly gathered at the scene, but the mutant who once again suddenly attacked forcibly rushed away the surrounding enemies, turned around, and disappeared into the adjacent neighborhood.

But the mutants did not notice that the enemy surrounded this time was much weaker than before, and none of the strong men mixed with the soldiers appeared.

Of course, he could not have known that these strong men were gathered on the top floor of the same building at this time, a woman with a cold expression, an old man with a chubby face full of smiles, a middle-aged man wearing a robe and a man wearing a pointed mage hat, and a man wearing a plate of armor. These four people were surrounded by several people, while the other strong men were scattered and surrounded by one in groups of three or three.

"It's obvious that his target is not us." The cold woman's voice was not at all emotional, "I don't need to explain."

"Who knows if it was a scene directed and acted by you, Blood Gun." The middle-aged man sneered sinisterly, "He pretended to be innocent on the surface, but actually put the underground bunker in his pocket."

"Two, two, don't be impatient." said the chubby old man, "Blood Gun, the Death Knives lose the most this time, please be more considerate. KS, I know that your team of Death Knives doesn't care about a mere underground bunker, but there is nowhere to vent this anger, but if you think about it carefully, Blood Gun is indeed the first to keep up with the mutant. We don't know that there is this news at all, so the suspicion of directing and acting is not valid."

"Hmph." The middle-aged man KS groaned, but in the end he didn't say anything.

"Haha, bloody gun, just take it as a gift for me." The old man said with a smile, "Explain to us guys who are late to realize what's going on?"

"Well..." The woman's attitude softened, and her expression was also cold. "Ten days ago, Hawkeye led a team to carry out the clearance commission in the wasteland world. She accidentally got the news that the mutant was in charge of an underground bunker and was planning to bring the location information to our Source and Energy Capital. Hawkeye came to her door and wanted to buy this information for a lot of money, but the other party denied it and injured several of our brothers."

"Hey, I understand." The man in the plate armor spoke for the first time. In the thick plate armor, a crisp young female voice came from the voice. "Your puppy wanted to steal it, but was beaten and injured by someone. As a result, you bitch was drawn out. He used the excuse of avenging the puppy as an excuse, and the purpose was to grab the news."

"Ahem, Miss Emily, since you have agreed to a temporary truce, don't add fuel to the fire." The old man smiled bitterly, "The facts are very clear. The mutants hate Blood Gun and others deeply, so they deliberately said that they wanted to send messages to Blood Gun and pour dirty water on him. In fact, his target has someone else, as for who it is..."

"Sorry, I'm sorry to interrupt." The strong men around moved a little a little apart. In the shadows outside the crowd, the crow carrying suitcases was showing shy smiles at everyone, "I have a small question."

"Mr. Crow, right? I've heard of your name for a long time. Welcome to settle in." The old man's smile seemed quite friendly. "It's a good idea to sit here together. Don't be so polite. If you have any questions, just ask."

"Ha, I'm just a little strange. It should be very secretive news. How did the subordinates of the Blood Spear Commander know by chance?"

"Haha, Mr. Crow, you just came here and don't know much about other worlds. No wonder there are doubts. The underground bunker is also highly valued in the wasteland world. There is a certain amount of exchange between the Blood Spear Mercenary Group and the well-informed treasure hunters in the wasteland world. It is not surprising that they can get this news."

"So that's it, I..."

"Report." The crow's words were interrupted by the sound of rapid footsteps and loud reports. A man rushed out of the stairwell and ran to the blood gun and shouted, "Captain Wen, please..."

"Tell me directly." The eyes swept across the faces of the people around him, and the blood gun said coldly, "I know she has analyzed it, so there is no need to hide it."

"Yes, Captain Wen reported that the big data analysis has already come up with the results. There is a 77% chance that the other party's goal is the victory block."

"Huh?" Everyone's eyes turned in the same direction, "Waring Legion? No wonder they were not interested."
Chapter completed!