Three kilometers north of the sw0304 safety zone is a mountain range that stretches for thousands of kilometers. The mountains are full of greenery. Although there are no birds and flowers, it is also a cherished habitat for countless mutant species. The mountain range spans the southwestern edge of the continent and becomes a natural trap from the southwest to the interior.
There is a high-speed rail tunnel in the middle of the mountain. The high-speed rail tunnel is 12,506 meters long. Affected by various adverse geological conditions, the construction of the tunnel is laborious and extremely risky. It is known as a Level I risk tunnel.
The entrance to the tunnel is a large circular hole made of concrete, with a fish-mouth shape on the edge that protrudes from the inside out. Above the entrance is a 60-degree slope, which is completely filled with emerald green vegetation, with a few "green" patches of vegetation. "Alopecia areata" reveals a pale yellow composite material wall with obvious signs of weathering below. At the top of the slope, there is a staircase, and a row of worn-out barbed wire is blocked on the ladder. Within the barbed wire, there is a dense forest and animal paradise.
Four tracks extend from the inside to the outside of the tunnel, with a flat concrete floor outside the tracks. A long series of rusty iron frames and wires that have long since ceased to function are lined on both sides of the track. In the civilized era, high-speed trains often zipped through the tracks.
Today, this place has been abandoned for half a century. The four tracks are covered with signs of weathering and obvious damage, as if the ugly remains are silently accusing things of things and people.
An 18-ton armored truck was driving between the tracks hundreds of meters away from the hole. The thick bulletproof tires crawled steadily and steadily on the hard ground that was deprived of smoothness by weathering. The armored truck is covered with a layer of solid iron armor, and a fully armed black gun mercenary stands in the back of the truck holding an HK416 or MP5. His small upper body can just stick out of the iron plate for precise shooting.
The top of the armored truck is different from when it was first seen. It is equipped with an NSV-type 12.7 mm anti-aircraft machine gun, with Lao Hu as the heavy machine gunner. Ordinary first-level mutant creatures that dare to approach the armored truck rashly will be torn to pieces by the ruthless firepower of anti-aircraft machine guns.
The driver was Deputy Liu, who was wearing a dark armed uniform. Wang Sheng sat in the co-pilot's seat with a cigarette in his mouth. He was wearing specially reinforced military protective gear, and the visor of an explosion-proof military helmet was lifted to the top of his head. He leaned against the car window with his right elbow, his fist pressing against his short stubbled chin, his round and heroic eyes squinting at the scenery on the road outside the car window, watching the wind and clouds recede, and he didn't know what was brewing behind his dark brown pupils. mood.
Wu Qi, An Yi and other members of the mercenary team were sitting quietly in the back warehouse. Five members of the mercenary team came. An Yi, who had level one strength and enhanced defense, and Zhou Qing, who had level one enhanced danger perception, naturally arrived. The rest They will stay in the safe area and be responsible for maintaining order and distributing food that day.
Wu Qi sat quietly in the dark back room. Only by raising his head could he see the bright light and thin clouds in the sky over the one-meter iron plate. He was holding the long knife wrapped in animal skin, and the bag behind his back still contained the little red fox Qiyue. Wu Qi's beautiful eyes stared straight ahead silently. He did not reject dark places. Dryness and darkness would always remind him of his childhood in caves in the mountains. Moreover, his eyesight performed well in low-light environments.
Sitting opposite him was Gao Yuan. He was holding a slender and rough sniper rifle in his arms, his eyes closed and he was resting. The close contact made Wu Qi more certain that Gao Yuan's breathing method was similar to his. This made him have a slight affection for Gao Yuan Pingsheng, and he felt that the static skills of professional snipers were indeed extraordinary.
Less than a hundred meters away from the tunnel, Qiyue, who was in Wu Qi's bag, suddenly heard some restlessness. Wu Qi opened the bag's opening, and Qiyue, the red fox, couldn't wait to get his furry and red little head out. Wu Qi slowly stroked Qi Qi's soft hair with his hand, but unexpectedly Qi Qi suddenly broke away from Wu Qi's hand and ran up on his shoulder.
This movement shocked everyone in the back warehouse, including Gao Yuan. In the crowd of many big men, the Fourth of July stood on the top of the iron plate, with a pair of round black eyes staring closely at the inside of the deep tunnel. It seemed to have smelled something that made it resist, and bared its teeth. A rare and fierce look.
"Hey, this little red fox is your pet, kid. It looks good." Old Hu teased Qi Qi with a smile on his face. He also stretched out his fingers wrapped in thick black gloves and wanted to pet Qi Qi. Moon's forehead.
"Hey, don't underestimate the red fox. Its bite force can penetrate your gloves and bite off half of your fingers before you can react." Wu Qi said to Lao Hu calmly, but he stood up He stood up and looked at the fried Qiyue with a little surprise.
Lao Hu's half-stretched hand suddenly stopped in the air, and he smiled awkwardly. A man with a rough and rough face, but in his eyes there was a faint love for the furry July and a regret that he could not touch it. .
"There is a smell in this tunnel that makes Qiyue extremely vigilant. There is probably some kind of dangerous creature." Wu Qi said softly.
Lao Hu, with his shoulders loose, leaned against the wall of the back warehouse and said easily: "Don't worry, our mission is a C-level exploration mission issued by the mercenary group. The goal is to explore this cave and collect intelligence information. Even if we encounter enemies, our strength will It won’t go beyond the first level.”
"What if it was just an ordinary exploration mission, with more than ten mercenaries fully armed and equipped enough to crush a group of first-order mutant creatures, and they also drove armored trucks," Wu Qi looked at Old Hu's Eyes, slowly said, "There are probably more than a dozen or twenty mutated creatures here, right?"
Lao Hu and Wu Qi looked at each other for two seconds, grinned widely, and lowered his voice and said: "Boy, you are right. If it is a small group of mutated creatures, a more skilled lone mercenary will be enough." Complete. Let me tell you a little secret. There is an item in the mission information that says, 'Multiple plague species were observed.' The bounty for completing the mission is four times that of a general C-level exploration mission."
"Plague seed?" Wu Qi's beautiful obsidian eyes flashed with a trace of fluctuation.
"Yes, as long as the plague species is involved, the mission bounty will be doubled. After all, among the mutant creatures of the same level, the strength of the plague species is often at the peak, and even has cross-class combat effectiveness, and is cruel in nature; perhaps it is due to the failure of evolution and alienation For the sake of living corpses, they have a genetic hostility towards pure humans who are safe and sound and pioneers who have successfully evolved. When they see humans, they will pursue them and fight to the death." Old Hu said to Wu without bothering. Qi Jie said.
Among the mercenary team in the safe zone, the only one Lao Hu was interested in was this young man named Wu Qi. Compared with the typical "survivors" An Yi and others whose eyes show fear of battle, Wu Qi, a young man, is a "warrior" who is not afraid of bloodshed and fights close to the monster's sharp fangs with a knife. He dared to contradict the powerful and majestic Wang Sheng, but even he did not dare to do so.
It's just that Wu Qi's face is too pretty. In Lao Hu's aesthetics, rough looks are enough for a man.
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ps: Please collect, please collect