The remaining Night Wanderers have lost their last bit of will to fight.
They abandoned everything that might hinder their escape, jumped into cars, and fled.
In fact, many Night Wanderers even started fighting each other for cars along the way.
On the other side, Sol and the others guarding the tunnel entrance only felt the Night Wanderers inside quiet for a while, allowing them to focus more on dealing with the Night Wanderers’ support.
Soon, a wave of hot wind rushed out from the tunnel, making them think the tunnel was on fire.
It wasn’t long before more than ten Night Wanderer vehicles surged out of the tunnel.
Having been warned by Lin Miao in advance, Adcardo was already prepared. Despite the decline in barrage firepower due to prolonged high-intensity combat during this ti, surprisingly, this group of Night Wanderers showed no intention of resistance, allowing them to rain bullets on the vehicle bodies without sticking their heads out to fight back, seemingly just wanting to flee this damned place.
Then, one by one, they turned into fireballs on the road.
Panan was puzzled.
"What’s wrong with them?"
The Scorpion next to him imdiately figured it out.
"Routed troops. Just like those years when we were scared witless, when you’re fleeing for your life, nothing else matters."
Panan was shocked, "Damn, what did they do in there to scare the Night Wanderers like this?"
"Let’s ask them," Scorpion looked at Sol.
Sol: "They said they set off a big firework inside, driving the Night Wanderers out, but I reckon it’s not that simple. They probably used so kind of large-scale weapon that’s inconvenient to explain to break these Night Wanderers."
Sol looked down at the Night Wanderers still trying to break through their blockade. Clearly, this group also received so news as their offensive began to slow down, along with the players chasing out those coming out of the tunnel.
"But I guess this battle is more or less over now."
...
After the chase ended, everyone else was eager to tally their loot, but the Wildman team rushed back to the earlier pit.
The pit was still full of corpses, unchanged from when the Wildn left, except the door of a small room was open.
The few of them imdiately rejoice.
With changes, it indicated the woman must have co out of the cage.
Having co out ant that there might be hidden storylines or secret missions.
Bighead looked around, "That woman won’t run away, will she?"
Potato: "Impossible, there’s an automatic machine gun set up by the tunnel. Anyone with eyes wouldn’t go over there. Do you think everyone has an intelligence of three like you?"
Bighead: "Shut the hell up!"
They noisily walked into the mobile house.
After seeing the situation inside the room, the players’ previously lively atmosphere dropped to freezing point.
The woman changed into the outfit prepared by the players, tidied up her ssy hair, tied a ponytail with a cloth strip, and sat on a broken sofa.
Previously curled up in the cage, the players hadn’t seen her face. Now they saw she was probably in her thirties. Even just looking at her face, she had so faint charm, but extrely haggard.
Her arms hung weakly with a handgun next to them, and spent cartridges scattered on the floor.
She stared vacantly at the ceiling, lost in thought, with what seed to be traces of dried tears at the corners of her eyes.
But she was destined not to provide the hidden quest the players had been longing for.
On the table in front of her was a note pressed under a cup. Brother Ni reached over and took it, silently unfolding it in front of the five people.
Although it was written in English, the players who installed translation packages could still see the translated letters.
The line was very short, only seven words, short enough to be read in one glance.
Yet it was also very long, long enough for the five players to stare at it for a long ti without putting it down.
[Thank you, strangers]
......
They piled all the Night Wanderer corpses in the central warehouse together and set them ablaze, burning them to ashes. Their prosthetic implants gradually lted under the high temperature. After the flas extinguished, only a pile resembling countless limbs combined with tal remained, which looked sohow sanity-draining.
Standing on the moving house in the warehouse, Big-Ear Tutu lanted to Jianxue: "What a sha, so many prosthetic limbs... If only I could have them all."
Jianxue: "What, you want to be Thousand-Hand Guanyin? And could you afford it, brother."
Big-Ear Tutu: "You don’t know shit about configurations, do you? Because I can’t afford them, I must figure out the standard of prosthetics, find the right energy consumption ratio and version matching, to configure the prosthetic limbs that et current needs with the least money."
Jianxue: "Yeah, exactly, about how to beco a cyber psycho as quickly as possible, right?"
Players weren’t just busy brick-moving these days; they also learned a lot about the backstory.
Patching discarded prosthetic limbs at random can easily lead to cyber psychosis, turning soone into a lunatic. Even if the player doesn’t go insane, a DBUFF is unavoidable.
"Bullshit! You’re insulting the professionalism of scavengers!"
"Co on, speaking of scavengers, what’s professionalism?"
Big-Ear Tutu, furious, kicked a discarded prosthetic limb on the ground. The burnt prosthetic was kicked far away, and it slamd against a refrigerator in the room, making a clinking sound.
Besides the collision sound from the refrigerator, there was also a scream from inside, but it flashed by, seemingly suppressed intentionally by the other side.
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