The Black Skeletons needed slaves, more slaves!
Seeing that the progress of the construction site was delayed day by day, Black Skull, who didn't want to waste money, finally couldn't sit still. Early in the morning, he gathered his subordinates with a dozen modified armored vehicles and several large trucks of raiders. He raised the flag of Black Skull and headed for the city.
Half of the brothers in the gang were taken away by him, and the rest of the people, as usual, wandered around the fort after eating their fill. When they saw a slave they didn't like, they would kick it twice, and when they were angry, they would take off their pants.
For them, the days in Outpost Town were simply heaven.
Standing on the sentry tower at the front gate, two raiders leaned their automatic rifles against the side with cheap cigarettes in their mouths. They chatted away the boring sentry time.
One of the raiders spat outside the tower and cursed, "F * ck, I should've gone out with the boss and the others. I bet they're having a good time out there right now. When they come back, we can only pick up the leftovers. "
"What's wrong with that?" The other raider smiled lasciviously and shook the two fingers holding the cigarette. "Compared to a disobedient little wild cat, I prefer —"
Before he could finish his sentence, blood and brain matter exploded together, sprinkling all over the sentry tower.
The raider, who was still talking, didn't care about the cigarette that fell to the ground. He grabbed the walkie-talkie in a panic and said, "This is the sentry tower! We encountered a sniper! "
The phone seemed to be broken, and there was no response.
"Dammit!"
The raider slammed the phone on the ground. He looked at the companion next to him whose head was blown off, and his heart was pounding wildly. Just as he resisted the nausea, took the binoculars from the neck of the corpse, and was about to observe the situation outside the sentry tower, his movements suddenly stopped, and his eyes met a drone.
To be precise, it was the muzzle under the chassis of the drone …
Tut tut tut!!!
The man with a sniper rifle pressed the fire button and looked at the blood spurting on the tablet screen. He calmly put away the tablet, took the walkie-talkie on his shoulder, and spoke.
"The sentry tower has been suppressed."
On the other side, in a room near the front door of the fortress. An agile mercenary sneaked into the room and silently slit the necks of two raiders with a dagger. He then walked to a monitoring terminal and inserted the USB drive in his pocket.
Looking at the frozen images on the screens, his lips curled into a cruel smile.
"I'm done here too!"
There wasn't the slightest sign.
When the raiders stationed at the Black Skull Gang and the mercenaries who had snuck into the fortress, it was already too late.
The sudden gunshot broke the tranquility of the fortress. After the first shot, the entire fortress was filled with gunshots. The mercenaries who rushed into Outpost Town exchanged fire fiercely with the raiders in the front yard of the fortress and in the open space downstairs of the Governor's Mansion.
There was no sense of art to the chaotic battle of the miscellaneous troops.
Even if the battlefield was filled with all kinds of DIY high-tech weapons, laser beams mixed with bullets and drones, heat-sensitive grenades and EMP grenades, it was hard to tell who was superior.
But as time went by, the Black Skull Gang began to show signs of decline.
When quality was the same, quantity determined everything.
His shoulder slammed into the concrete wall next to him. Black Skull stuck his rifle out of the bunker and fired at the mercenaries attacking the fortress. However, this kind of inaccurate strafing had no effect at all. The bullets randomly hit the wall and quickly pushed him back.
"Sh * t, their firepower is too strong!" His right hand trembled as he loaded the clip into the rifle. Rodney, with a Mohawk haircut, gritted his teeth and endured the cement chips hitting his face. His eyes drifted to the EP on his left arm.
His EP was connected to the drone terminal, and five of the six drones were offline. Only one was barely holding on on the battlefield.
He gritted his teeth, raised his rifle, and fired randomly. He threw out a smoke bomb and fled into the Governor's Mansion. Right now, he could only hope that his boss would come back quickly and lead the gang's armored vehicles to surround the motley crew from behind.
It was his only chance of survival.
"Fu * k, NAC sent a division to deal with us …" Beals hid behind the bunker in horror. Through the camera arranged in the corner of the building, he overlooked the battle at the front gate of the fortress and muttered to himself, "No, they're not NAC, they're mercenaries …"
Just then, a grenade fell next to him.
Beals paused for a moment, and the horror in his eyes instantly turned into despair.
A strong desire to live urged him to throw himself to the side, but before he could even take half a step, a scorching wave of air smashed into his chest, the flying shrapnel brought his consciousness to Satan's side.
When the number three in the gang fell, the morale of the raiders suddenly hit rock bottom. Many people even abandoned the bunker and fled.
Seeing that the raiders were defeated, the mercenaries didn't chase. Instead, they rushed into the Governor's Mansion, for fear that if they were too slow, the credit would be taken by others.
Soon, Rodney's roar came from the Governor's Mansion.
However, this roar didn't help the Black Skull Gang's defeat. Rodney, who ran out of ammunition, picked up a chair and wanted to fight his way out of this group of mercenaries. However, he obviously overestimated his muscles. After a few moves, he was pinned to the ground by the mercenaries, tied up, and sent to Jiang Chen …
…
After learning of the victory, Jiang Chen came to the colony with six guards.
In the open space below the Governor-General's Mansion, he saw the man with a Mohawk.
"You're Black Skull?" Jiang Chen stopped next to Rodney, looked at the Mohawk on the ground, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Why do I remember that Black Skull is a Black Devil?"
"He's Rodney, nicknamed Chewed Bone, the number two in the Black Skull Gang. If he stays at home, their boss is probably out for money." Jessica followed Jiang Chen and said in a flattering tone.
Although Rodney's head was pressed by two hands, he didn't surrender like most raiders. His bell-sized eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Jiang Chen.
"Chewed Bone? Interesting name. " Jiang Chen nodded, squatted down slightly, and responded to Rodney's stare with a red tactical eyepiece on his head armor. "If you don't mind the pain, you can open your eyes wider."
Rodney didn't speak, but his eye muscles twitched slightly.
"I don't believe in unconditional loyalty, especially loyalty to raiders. From the standpoint of a businessman, I'm happy to make a deal with you. "Jiang Chen smiled and said softly in a gentle tone," Of course, you can refuse. But before you refuse, I want you to think about the Mud Crab Pond next to the outpost. Those big guys don't look good when they eat. "
When Rodney heard the Mud Crab Pond, a trace of panic appeared on his face. His unyielding expression turned into a struggle under fear.
"You have thirty seconds to think about it." Jiang Chen stood up and looked at Jessica next to him. "You count to thirty for me. If he still doesn't want to cooperate, then send him to the pond to play with the Mud Crab. "
Jiang Chen turned and walked in the direction of the Governor's Mansion.
"Sh * t! You devil! " Seeing that Jiang Chen was about to leave, Rodney desperately twisted his body, but four hands pressed on his back. Other than getting his face covered in mud, he didn't gain any advantage.
"… fifteen …"
Jessica looked at Rodney who was being pressed on the ground and counted the seconds with numbness in her scalp.
In the end, facts proved that Jiang Chen was right. The loyalty of raiders was a joke.
When jESSICA counted to ten, the mohawk man pressed to the ground by Jiang Chen's guards completely lost his previous unyielding attitude. He began to beg with tears and snot running down his face.
"Fu * k, no … please! I beg you! Don't throw me to those dead crabs! What do you want me to do? I'll do anything … "
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