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Chapter 893

Words:2754Update:22/06/17 17:27:51

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Time moved back a little.

A transparent Scout Beetle in the sky followed closely behind a huge black truck that was more than ten meters long and stopped next to a casino.

Then, two people wearing masks and sunglasses walked out from the driver's seat and looked around.

Then, they quickly walked to a men's washroom beside the examination hall.

When they came out, they had changed their clothes and faces, completely changing into Federation tourist attire.

"Those Federation NPC soldiers and players who participated in the Agent profession assessment are now locked up and isolated in that hotel by the Ralph Republic NPCs!"

Said the taller and burlier person as he pointed at the villa hotel in the distance.

"The distance is still a bit far, it would be better if we could get the Boss closer," said the shorter person.

Another shorter man said with dissatisfaction.

"That would be too far away from the casino, there wouldn't be enough NPCs for the Boss to infect.

Also, don't forget that the order given to us by the NPCs was not to kill them, but to blend in with them and report their every move back. "

The taller person shook his head.

"How unlucky, to actually get this job!"

"Those guys only need to guard beside the Quasi-Boss and try to make the Quasi-Boss survive as long as possible, but we have to go deep into the enemy camp and pretend to be NPCs."

Some of the shorter people complained.

"The higher the risk, the higher the reward. We can get a hidden profession after completing this mission, which is much more than what they get!"

"So, I'll say this first, don't make any mistakes later."

The taller player looked at him and said.

"Me? Make a mistake? You better take care of yourself, I won't be exposed! "

Said the shorter player unhappily.

The two of them sneaked into the casino together and waited until the door of the truck was opened.

The Tyrant Leech Quasi-Boss appeared, and a large number of infected parasites exploded, causing the entire casino to be in chaos.

Three Intelligence Bureau NPCs wearing red hats jumped out and shouted in the chaos, encouraging the crowd to run to the side of the hotel.

The two of them looked at each other in surprise and immediately rushed into the crowd.

They thought that they had done everything very secretly, even the conversation before was in the player channel, but they would never have thought that Feng Luo had used a "cheat."

"Rebel army? Who are you slandering? Who the f * ck is a rebel? I'm a federal citizen! "

After a moment of shock, the burly player immediately denied it.

"Hua!"

However, the other shorter player's expression changed drastically, and he suddenly stood up from his squatting state.

He extended his hand and knocked aside the gun of an NPC special forces soldier beside him. Then, he burst forth with a burst of speed and ran toward the exit.

"F * ck, what a f * cking pig-like teammate."

The tall rebel army player disguised as an NPC tourist could not help but curse loudly.

"Bang!"

A sniper shot rang out.

The Rebel Army Camp player had already activated his Charge skill and instantly rushed to a corner of the hotel.

In an instant, a sniper bullet caught up to him and hit his calf.

“-2050!”

Players' bodies were not easily injured, and under the effect of the Reaper's Eye's Origin Attack, they were far from as reliable as this player thought.

The lower half of his calf was directly broken by this spear and flew out with a pile of blood.

As for the body that was running away, it naturally fell to the ground in the next moment and let out a painful scream.

"Ah!"

Although the damage value of this shot was not high due to the Area Damage Limit, it was still enough to make him feel guilty.

However, this kind of guilty conscience action was enough to make everyone realize that he was definitely not wronged.

"So f * cking unlucky!"

Almost at the same time that the shorter player's leg was broken, the burly rebel army player was directly beaten to the ground by the two special forces NPC soldiers who blocked his way. His mouth was full of blood and he was beaten to the ground.

The two extremely bold rebel army players disguised as NPC tourists.

Apart from the accessories on their bodies that could be hidden, they did not wear any equipment.

In terms of attributes and combat strength, how could they possibly be a match for the two special forces NPC soldiers whose combat strength was not inferior to the players?

After the two rebel army camp players were all subdued, they faced a group of NPC residents and tourists who desperately needed to vent their fear and anger after knowing the reason for today's matter.

Did the outcome need to be said more?

"Ah!"

"Kill them!"

"Kill these bastards of the rebel army!"

Not to mention the two rebel army camp players who were surrounded by dozens of NPCs and whose heads were constantly bleeding, they no longer looked human.

"What!"

At that moment, the communicator of Leon, who was beside them, rang.

After the call was connected, his expression quickly turned ugly.

With Feng Luo's hearing, he had already heard this communication from the military. It was transmitting the same message as the higher-ups of the special forces.

"We've received news that the higher-ups want us to rescue a few people!"

It was not just Leon. At that moment, the three NPCs who had brought the enemy spies were slapped in the face by Feng Luo.

The NPC from the Intelligence Bureau, whose expression did not look good, also received the news.

This was the power of power and money!



"These people on the list, although they are all gathered in Area A and B, are not together."

"So, in order to quickly rescue them here, we need to split into five groups."

Feng Luo pointed at a few locations marked on the projected map in the air and said to Leon and the middle-aged Caucasian NPC from the Intelligence Bureau.

"We don't have many people now. In a situation where we split up, it's obvious that we can't fight those mutant creatures head-on. So, we just need to rescue them out of the danger zone and bring them to this hotel to wait for the plane to arrive. "

Feng Luo looked around. The NPC special forces soldiers who were checking the gathered NPCs to see if there were any hidden injuries or signs of being parasitized in the battle just now.

There were also more than a dozen combat personnel who occupied a corner of the hotel to protect the rich second-generation young man.

Because of the absence of these people, there were only 40 NPC special forces soldiers and players combined.

And the people who needed to be rescued were distributed in five locations, and they were relatively scattered.

The most important thing was that they were in a hurry. Otherwise, in the situation where the mission target had already been infected with parasitism, there would be nothing left!

Therefore, it was necessary to split up their forces.

But, how would they split up?

"No. 88, No. 9, No. 150, No. 99, and No. 222, the five of you follow me to target No. 1!"

Feng Luo said in a deep voice.

"Yes!"

The first group of people who were selected by Feng Luo, although their expressions were very calm, they could not help but reveal a slight joy in their eyes.

Because, in this situation, they were selected to move together.

Without a doubt, it meant that they were people who were "chosen" by the instructor.

No. 88 Heavy Armor Warrior, No. 9 the young Sniper, Fatty, No. 150 the female Scout, and No. 222 the female Doctor.

These five people were the five people who fought together with Feng Luo before. They were also the players with potential that Feng Luo thought would pass the Special Agent assessment this time.

As for those who were not selected, their expressions were not very good.

Of course, even if their expressions were not good, they could only bear with it.

"No. 34, No. 55, No. 19 … The eight of you and two comrades from the Intelligence Bureau, you are the second group. Go and bring target No. 2 here."

The second group included the gloomy-looking Qin Fei, Unparalleled Violence, No. 19 the Light Armor Warrior, and two NPCs from the Intelligence Bureau who did not look very good. There were a total of 10 people in the small group.

As for the middle-aged Caucasian NPC who was the leader of the Intelligence Bureau, he had to stay behind to act as a liaison.

The reason was that this hotel was the location temporarily chosen by the higher-ups to land the rescue plane. Although there were still more than 10 armed personnel recruited by the rich second generation, it was not enough to be safe.

"The remaining No. 204, No. 75, No. 83 … Your group will go to target No. 3. It is safer there now, so your group should not be in too much danger."

Feng Luo did not express his opinion on this matter. Instead, he said to the last remaining five assessment players who did not look very good.

"Captain Scott, I'll leave targets No. 4 and No. 5 to you guys!"

After the assessment players were divided into groups, Feng Luo turned his head and said to Leon.

"…"

Leon nodded in silence.

Under the illumination of the scattered lights in the hotel lobby, the slight stubble on his face, which was a little dirty from the battle, combined with his gloomy expression, made him look a little dispirited.

In Leon's heart, it was clear that he did not feel very good.

As for the identity of these people that the higher-ups wanted them to rescue, Leon clearly had no way of explaining to the special forces under him.

Could it be that he had to tell them that they had insisted on their duty as soldiers and had not been tempted by money?

Now, their superiors had been conquered by money and other people's promises, and they wanted them to risk their lives to rescue those rich people or the children of the councilors?

Obviously, no officer would be able to say such words.

This popular protagonist of Resident Evil could only remain silent, his knuckles turning white from clenching his fists.

"Be careful!"

Feng Luo walked past him, reached out, and patted Leon's shoulder. Then, he carried the Eye of the Grim Reaper and led the five assessment players, who had finished organizing themselves, out of the hotel.

Feng Luo did not feel too repulsed by the higher-ups of the Special Forces issuing such an order.

After all, the people who did missions were all players, and they were not afraid of death.

Moreover, for players, they were actually eager to do more missions. After all, more missions meant more rewards.

However, for the Federation Military to issue such an order was undoubtedly a form of anger. Even though Feng Luo was watching things from the outside, he felt a little bit of anger in his heart.

The seemingly glamorous Federation higher-ups were clearly not much better than the rebel army in a certain sense.

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