War in Heaven

While acquiring the long-band scanning skills, there are six blue spots in the small map of the three people, marking the location of the nearby vehicles that can be used.

Lin soon realized that the radar station in the game is still more convenient than in the real world. Just leave a person and maintain control over the radar station, no matter where they are on the island. Can maintain detection of nearby.

It must be said that the performance of equipment made in the Soviet Union is terrible, and even under the interference of the US military, it can maintain a small range of detection. In the case of signal interference, the detection range of this radar can definitely cover the entire island.

The crowd did not discuss it for too long, and decided to leave the blood blade with only one arm and the t800 terminator of the coach to stay and watch the radar. After all, the crazy Evan in his "home" is more reliable than the mass-produced t800.

Then, Lin Chi, the coach and the crazy Ivan left the radar station building, followed the map instructions, and found a hidden cave behind the mountain blocked by the camouflage net.

Six snowmobiles, quietly parked in the cave, with keys on the shelf next to them. It seems that the radar station staff should use the equipment for emergency evacuation. Unfortunately, those unlucky ones have not been able to use these motorcycles and have been killed.

Two players and one npc, each took a key and rode a heavy snowmobile. Before starting the engine, Lin Chi turned back and asked Crazy Evan: "Would you drive?"

"That is of course." The bald man's face showed a proud smile: "I am the ultimate weapon to drive the arsenal - the Apocalypse tank!"

"Ok, let's go out and look for a helicopter." Lin nodded.

With the help of scanning skills, finding a helicopter will undoubtedly be much smoother. Moreover, if you can find the signal jammer installed by the Americans and then destroy the gadget, the range that the radar can scan will also expand again.

Three snowmobiles leaped down the slopes of the hills, blowing snow to bring out the comet-like "exhaust" and rushing to the mountains on the east side.

The three men left and stood in front of the window of the second floor. The **** blade sighed long and pulled out the cavalry saber and nailed it to the coffee table. He sat on the wooden chair and looked up at the ceiling with a bored look.

Although she also wants to go out to kill together, but in the case of only one hand, she can not even drive the snowmobile alone, and does not intend to take someone else's free ride, so she can only stay at the radar station.

"Really boring……"

Looking at his scarred left hand, the blood blade couldn't help but scream. If it wasn’t too much before, and the terrorist robot abolished an arm, things would not be like this.

Just as she was going to sleep, there were a few lines of killing tips in the line of sight:

The player "master brother" is killed by the player "blood blade"!

The player "Collit" is killed by the player "Blood Blade"!

The player "The Ranger Lord" is killed by the player "Blood Blade"!

The squad "war battle" has been annihilated.

"Ok?"

Seeing these lines of killing tips, the blood blade suddenly came to the spirit, surprised and raised an eyebrow: "What is going on?"

She does not remember that she has installed traps for hunting, and she has not buried mines and other things. These three enemies are obviously not dead in their own hands, so to speak...

"The trough, is my entourage?"

Thinking of this, the blood blade almost jumped out of the chair, pulled out the saber nailed to the wooden coffee table, and left without saying anything.

- Before in the forest, her followers did not appear. At that time, the blood blade thought that the follower died. But now it seems that the guy is not dead, but continues to kill!

The player who kills the player will also be counted in the number of kills of the master. His entourage is obviously still active, otherwise it will not happen.

The dark long hair swayed behind him, and the one-armed murderer quickly walked down the stairs and said to the t800, which was still on the first floor, "You continue to guard." Then he rushed down the hillside, the cave with the snowmobile. .

No matter where the **** is, it is time for him to return to his knees!

......

In the small arms of the US military on the south side of the island, near the beach, the atmosphere of fear and despair is permeated in the air.

The American soldiers who had experienced great war on the island thought that they had been fascinated by life and death, but in the face of the real "devil", they once again showed their coziness and turned into a weak lamb.

At this time, inside the barracks, there were five bodies full of bullet holes, and the dark red liquid that flowed out of the bar, stained the dirty ground. The only remaining survivors of this US team were **** by the wire and hung in the On the iron frame of the kitchen.

The eyes of the four soldiers were like a light bulb, and the blood was spreading beside the pupil, staring in horror at the man who was walking forward.

The guy was a thin face, visually between the ages of 30 and 40, wearing a Russian snow camouflage uniform and wearing a brown velvet cap that looked funny. Although dressed in a very old-fashioned dress, unlike ordinary Soviet soldiers, there is a little "handsome" temperament.

"I only need one intelligence..." The man said in an impatient English. His accent is very standard, not like the Russian at all.

boom!

A gunshot, the thigh of the American soldier on the left, was opened by a bullet. The severe pain made him scream and scream, his body was shaking, and a black smoke appeared on his fleshy right leg. .

"Where is the commander of the US military in this theater?" The man said impatiently, using the standard equipment of the US military in his hand - the body of the Beretta 92f pistol, patted on the face of American soldiers.

"We don't know!" A US soldier next to him whispered for mercy: "I really don't know! We are just the cannon that was sent to death! I beg you..."

When he couldn't finish his words, he was cut off by the barrel in his mouth. The man smiled and pulled the trigger, blood and brain and mixture, and splashed on the face of three other scared soldiers.

"answer my question."

The man was still smiling and smiling at the same time as the three American soldiers, but it was like a demon from hell.

"Don't..." the soldiers mourned.

Seeing that the rest of the captive spirit was about to collapse, the man raised his hand with three sharp shots, smashed the heads of the three soldiers, and took up the Beretta 92f pistol and turned away.

- Because of the recent murder, he is almost forgotten how to torture the enemy. In the case of torture, my ferocious hostess is much more skilled.

However, after arriving at this battlefield, the brutal warrior also left the owner for the first time and began to act alone.

"No matter what the cost... I just want Russia to return to its peak."

The thin-faced man quickly walked away, and the tall figure disappeared into the snow.