Ark of the Immortal

"There are two groups of sentry guards in the southeast. There is a person looking out of the second-floor window of the first building. The sentry guards' action route covers the entire camp. They are expected to hand over every minute. The handover area is right inside the wall where the captain is currently. .”

After saying this, Leifa adjusted the magnification of the telescope again and continued to look inside.

"After crossing the wall, there are four groups of sentries inside, one group of three, guarding the four directions of the inner building. I don't have enough vision here to see the situation inside."

After confirming whether his observation was accurate, Lei Fa said.

"that's it."

"Very good, where is Putel?"

Scout roughly drew a location on the map in his hand, looked at each other with the two or three members around him, and continued to listen on the communicator.

The member known as Putel is currently holding a heavy crossbow in a room in a tall building outside the mercenary camp.

After hearing Scout's call, Putel tilted his head and looked at the conditions of the rooms in the camp building before speaking.

"On the flat floor, there is no one in building A1, three people in building A2, and no one in building A3. There is no target in building A2."

Everyone determined another location, and then Scout made a gesture to the team members who were still gathered around them. Everyone immediately split up and went to several edge points of the wall from different directions.

"Very good, I'll leave the specific rescue command to you, Lei Fa. You can start taking action when you're ready."

"preparation."

"preparation!"

"Ready!"

Several team members who were preparing to follow Scout into the camp to perform tasks were ready at predetermined locations and indicated their status on the headphones.

After waiting for a while, Lei Fa spoke.

"The sentry handover is for the first time. It is expected to leave the corner of the open space in half a minute."

Everyone tensed their bodies.

Scout reached out his hand, waiting for Lei to give the order.

After a moment of hair-raising silence, Lei Fa's voice lit up like a candle.

"Stay away, sentry, come in!"

...

Garson was in the command room waiting to be contacted by the team he sent out.

He always had an unknown premonition, which allowed him to go through many battlefields and allowed him to live to this day and still have sound limbs.

But this time it was strange, it didn't give him a specific feeling, it just made him a little uneasy.

Sitting on the chair and taking a deep breath, Garson forced himself to calm down.

Logically speaking, as long as you stay in the camp, you are absolutely safe. They are all skilled mercenaries, and it is impossible for a group of rats to break through the siege.

But this ominous premonition became more and more serious. Garson took out the cigarette case from his arms somewhat manically. He took out a cigarette, lit it, and then took a deep breath.

The smell of tobacco can always calm the beating nerves. Just like playing with women, these are the only hobbies Garson has.

But when thinking about W, Garson always feels that his heart cannot be at peace.

Of course it's not because of that beautiful woman's body, but because everyone knows how cunning that W is.

Did she give herself the wrong information?

Garson couldn't help but be suspicious at first, but a few minutes ago, he received a communication from his subordinates telling him that he had indeed found fire in the abandoned factory, and also saw a strange man in armor sitting by the campfire.

Then there should be nothing wrong. All he needs to do is hear the exact news of his death from his subordinates, and then everything will be over.

Garson blew out a smoke ring and was about to take another puff, but his sharp intuition made him jump out of his chair at that moment.

boom!

A thick and long crossbow arrow shot through the glassless window and pierced the chair he had just been sitting on.

At that moment, Garson's mind returned to its calmest state.

Something is definitely wrong! That woman has a big problem!

But just as he was about to rush out of the room, another crossbow arrow penetrated the air and struck Garson's position.

Garson pulled his body down and crouched down to avoid the crossbow bolt.

At this time, Garson finally realized that a trap had been set for him, and his position was in the center of the trap.

With two giant crossbow arrows nailed to the wall and seat, Garson crawled towards the corner hidden in the room.

This is the hardest wall. According to the kinetic energy of the crossbow just now, it is absolutely impossible to shoot through here.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

A loud shout came from Garson's mouth. His room was open to everyone. As long as he shouted in the room, someone would hear him and come to him.

The people downstairs outside the door also shouted loudly in response to Garson's warning.

After making sure that he was temporarily safe, Garson slowly moved towards the door of the room.

There was no sound outside the door. Garson did not intend to sit still in the room and wanted to get out before the other party jumped over the wall. Otherwise, it would still be too dangerous to be kept in a closed room.

As long as he could get out and join his men, he would be safe.

Of course, the first thing after safety is to kill that woman W!

Just before killing me...

Reaching out for the door handle, Garson calmly pushed the door open.

The setting sun outside the door shone into the room. Garson felt happy and was about to rush out.

However, a steel knife crookedly stabbed in from outside the door, abruptly interrupting what Garson was about to say.

Blood flowed from his arm. At the critical moment, Garson's survival instinct once again saved him, blocking the knife that opened his throat.

Garson was shocked and angry, so he had to take two steps back and retreat from the door.

But the man just looked at Garson coldly and had no intention of taking any further step.

Looking at the strange figure in front of him, Garson sneered, and he was about to delay with him for a while.

"Who are you..."

But at this moment, another crossbow arrow shot into the room from outside the window with irresistible kinetic energy.

Garson didn't finish his breath, so he could only hold in his breath and try to dodge.

But the crossbow arrow was nailed in front of Garson and did not aim at Garson's body.

Garson was about to continue retreating when he heard the man standing at the door whisper.

"Do it."

The next moment, the huge crossbow arrow in front of Garson turned into countless pieces of sawdust.

The strong shock wave pushed Garson's entire body out, hitting the wall, and his head hung down helplessly.

Scout waited behind the door for the movement inside to subside slightly, and then looked in again. He saw Garson motionless next to the wall.

So, he picked up the crossbow on his back, aimed at Garson and pulled the trigger.

Garson, who should have been unconscious, suddenly opened his blood-red eyes, looked at Scout standing at the door with violent and stern eyes, stretched out his hand and used his hard arm armor to deflect the small crossbow arrow.

His plan to lure the enemy deeper failed, and Garson realized deeply that these people were definitely not unknown people.

The top priority is to leave first, not to be trapped in the room.

But the severe pain swept through Garson's entire figure just when he was about to move again.

Garson looked at his abdomen in shock. A spear tip emerged from his abdomen and penetrated his entire body.

His strength gradually drained away, and there was only blood in Garson's vision. He weakly raised his head and looked at the man standing at the door.

At the last second when he lost consciousness, Garson only saw a flash of silver light and a crossbow arrow.

laugh...

The crossbow bolt pierced the chest, and Scout carefully fired another crossbow bolt, shooting the man who was nailed to the wall through the head, and then quickly came to his side.

He pulled out the dagger behind him and made a large gash on Garson's neck to ensure that the target was completely dead.

Then, Scout reached out and knocked on the wall behind the corpse. The gun tip on Garson's lower abdomen was retracted, and the corpse fell to the ground helplessly.

"The target is dead, and everyone will retreat along the planned route, covered by thunder."

After saying that, Scout jumped out of the small window next to him.

After landing, he took a microphone from his chest, threw it to the ground and crushed it.

The team members behind him followed his pace, climbed over the wall with him, and left the mercenary camp.

On the other side, W's head popped out from under the quilt, and his two long red hairs finally got some air.

She stretched and yawned again.

There was only a busy tone left in the communicator. She turned off the communicator and adjusted her quilt with her hands.

This time, she could sleep peacefully.

178. Turmoil

Garson ultimately failed to escape the fate of death. When the spider web was already woven, he was still playing with the spider on his finger, unaware that he had already become the prey.

But this can't be blamed on him. After all, Scout and W have joined forces, and there are undead people participating in the game as a force backing. It is difficult for Garson to die.

But the problem is that once Garson died, the southeast corner of Qicheng City was like dozens of kilograms of explosives exploding at once, blowing up all the underground forces in Qicheng City.

First is the mercenary camp.

While W was still sleeping and resting, someone broke into her room.

Hearing such a loud noise, W squinted his eyes and raised his head slightly, looked at the person who suddenly broke in at the door, and complained dissatisfiedly.

"What's going on? It's okay if you don't give people food, but you don't give them sleep?"

The mercenary was a close confidant of Garson, and he usually had a bad relationship with W. He was the kind of person who would trip up W everywhere. Seeing W's innocent face, he came to the room and took a look. Look over there.

All he had to do was lift W's quilt to see what was under her quilt.

W's eyes gradually turned cold as she looked at this man, and she did not intend to pretend in front of this man, so she spoke.

"If you dare, then prepare your eyes to feed the Origin Stone Worms."

The man paused, stopped his bold idea, then rushed out with an annoyed look on his face and closed the door.

He did not find anything suspicious in W's room. The person at the door also said that she only shouted twice that she wanted to eat, but there was no other movement at all.

The windows were closed, and even the slippers under the bed were neatly placed beside the bedside table. She never even got out of bed.

No evidence was found. W was technically at the same level as him, and he had no right to attack her.

What's more, who doesn't know W's methods? He didn't want to become the next victim of a bomb.

The moment of rationality brought him his own safety, he was not blinded by impulse, and his life was saved.

Watching this man leave his ward, W once again confirmed that Garson was really dead, and that his death must be ugly.

Suddenly the mood was not so bad, and the irritation of being intruded into the room disappeared at this moment.

Humming an unknown tune casually, W stared at the ceiling, yawned and fell asleep again soon after.

Later in the evening, inside the hotel.

The old man held his long knife and leaned against the wall with his eyes closed to rest. He always felt that something big would happen today.

The thundercloud last night, in my opinion, was a completely targeted strike, and it had nothing to do with the natural disaster that the children were anxiously discussing.

But why is there someone who can cause thunder and lightning in Qicheng?

Ursus' defense in Qicheng can be said to be extremely strict. How did these people get in? What is there in Qicheng at this time that is worthy of gathering here these powerful men who have not been seen for several years?

The old man's mood was a little unstable. He couldn't sit on a chair and have a good rest. He could only lean on the wall and keep shaking his legs to think.

But there was no way to keep thinking like this. He happened to be a little hungry, so the old man planned to go downstairs to get something to eat.

"Are you hungry?"

"No, go ahead, old man. We will eat later."