Bring Interstellar to the end of the world

Chapter 5 Twinkle twinkle sparkle
The stars are dim and the night is low.

Zabuha licked his slightly dry lips, adjusted his lying position slightly, narrowed his eyes and continued to pay attention to the situation behind the stone.

He was frustrated when the first shot didn't hit the man in front. The second shot blew the middle-aged woman's head off, which made him a little happier.

He likes to accept bounty missions that require killing people, because the feeling of blowing the target's head off with a shot from a long distance is really cool, and it is even more infatuating than that shivering.

The silent confrontation outside shelter 1001 has been going on for almost 3 hours. Although the sky has darkened and the moonless night has greatly affected vision, he doesn't think those people have a chance to escape alive.

He was confident and more sure of killing everyone.

This confidence and assurance come from the weapon in hand.

Although it is an old Type 88 sniper rifle, it is equipped with a night vision scope. Even though he is positioned further back than his two companions, his perception of the situation ahead is far better than the two of them.

In the round bright green window, there was no movement behind the staggered bare rocks, it seemed that those people planned to act later.

Speaking of which, he still admires the enemy. In this situation, he can persist for almost 3 hours without a mental breakdown.

Goo, goo, goo.

There was a muffled sound, it was his stomach growling.

Zabuha thought of the dried lizard meat in his pocket. Although he really hated eating this kind of dry, hard, and earthy-smelling thing, it could fill his stomach anyway, right?

His hand fumbled toward the pocket, but stopped less than halfway there, because a dark line appeared in the sight window, moving to the right behind the staggered outcrops.

"caught you."

A sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, the hand he let go returned to the handle of the gun, and his right index finger suddenly pulled the trigger.

Bang!
A flash of fire burst out from the muzzle of the gun, and the black spots wandering on the rock disappeared immediately.

hit.

The joy in Zabuha's heart was fleeting, because that was not the feeling of a bullet hitting the human body at all.

He had killed many people, and he was too familiar with the image of bullets piercing his body, so he quickly woke up and knew that it was the enemy's cover-up.

He quickly turned the gun around, moved the sight to the previous position, and then saw the arm retracted and something flying.

It seems that the man who escaped the sniper threw something while he was shooting.

Is it a rock?

It’s so simple!
This idea just came to mind, when the round parabola under the night exploded in the air not far from the two companions, a violent flash swept across the entire schist area, followed by a piercing sonic boom.

Zabuha, as a sniper of the Pandaren Legion, could be considered experienced even if he had experienced hundreds of battles.Although he didn't think that the people who came out of the shelter had powerful military weapons, they still did a lot of preparation work, and they already got out of the effective radius of throwing weapons such as flash bombs and shock bombs.

The results of it?
Even though he made a lot of preparations, he was still blinded and deafened by the flash bombs thrown by the enemy, and there was no way to continue fighting.

"Why does that guy have a flash bomb in his hand? How can it be so powerful?"

Of course, it is impossible for Zabuha to know the origin of the flash bomb in Tang Yan's hand. It is not a second-hand product produced in the 21st century, but a flash grenade from the StarCraft world nurse MM used to save her life.

This thing can blind marines and zerg units in CMC power armor, let alone someone like him.

Zabuha's whole body fell into a state of dizziness, and he didn't know how long it had passed, the feeling of shock subsided a little, and a voice rang in his ear.

It didn't sound very loud, but it sounded like thunder in his ears.

"Hey, good evening, can I borrow your gun?"

That's like a greeting from hell!
A knife was inserted into his throat and circled around the arteries in his neck.

Hot blood sprayed on the butt of the Type 88 sniper rifle.

When the sound of heavy objects falling from the rear came, the rookie of the Pandaren Legion subconsciously turned the muzzle of the gun, and when he pulled the trigger toward the rear, he realized that the bullets had already been exhausted, leaving only the sound of clicking, and no bullets were fired.

A gunshot followed, bang.

The warm liquid splashed on his face, a bit fishy.

He sat down on the ground, completely at a loss.

When the dizziness subsided and his vision and hearing returned to normal, he saw the broken right arm of the old legionnaire, and the severed hand holding the gun was not far away, with his index finger still firmly holding the trigger.

A dark shadow came towards them under the night, holding Zabuha's little baby in his hand.

"I have a few questions I want to know. First, who are you? Second, who asked you to stay here? Third, is the letter in my pocket with you? Fourth, where is the nearest village?"

Just as the veteran of the legion was about to speak, the muzzle of the Type 88 sniper rifle pressed against his head, and the light of the flashlight shone on the newcomer's face.

"I...we are mercenaries of the Pandaren Legion. It's...the boss of our legion took the bounty mission posted by others. I...I don't know what the letter is. The nearest village...the village is two kilometers to the southwest. .”

Tang Yan nodded, very satisfied with his answer.

At this time, Han Xin, who realized that the danger was over, and two male shelter members came over.

"Search them."

A man named Fan Yong stepped forward, rummaged through their pockets and luggage, and only took out a pack of dried meat, half a jug of water, some iodine tablets and medical bandages.

Tang Yan frowned. Regarding that letter, he also got nothing from Zabuha.

If it wasn't these people who took the letters, who would it be?Is it possible that the people who attacked him earlier have nothing to do with the Pandaren Legion?
"Where is your base?"

"This..." The legion newcomer fell silent.

Tang Yan moved the gun slightly to the left, hit him with a bang less than three inches away from his body, and then moved it back to the man's bloodless face at an extremely fast speed.

"In...in Wolong Ridge."

"Go back and tell your boss to send a few more people next time he performs a similar mission." Tang Yan took a few steps back and swung the muzzle to the side: "Go away, don't let me see you again next time."

"You...you want to...let...let us go?"

"Get out of here."

The newcomer of the legion did not dare to say anything, and helped his companion to walk towards the bare woodland in the distance.

Han Xin thought he was not bad, and did not kill prisoners indiscriminately.

This thought just flashed in his mind, and he was surprised to see Tang Yan raised the gun body, with his index finger slightly bent.

With a bang, the faces of the four people were illuminated by the flames.

The newcomer of the pandaren army in front fell to the ground in response, and the person beside him who had his hand broken ran forward without looking back, but he didn't go very far. With the second gunshot, he chased after his two companions.

Han Xin's face was ugly.

Fan Yong and Lang Aiping are discussing whether to leave the man in front of them.

Tang Yan didn't care what they thought of him at all. In fact, he didn't want to spare the three enemies from the very beginning. He said that he wanted to let them go, but he just used the system rules to try to get more rewards.

Facts have proved that when the rookie of the legion heard the word "roll", his emotion towards him changed from fear to gratitude, and he got 10 more reward points, while the old man of the legion only provided 4 reward points from beginning to end.Even if this kind of guy is really put back, the result can only be to let the tiger go back to the mountain to leave future troubles.

He didn't want the boss of the pandaren army to notice him too early... especially without the CMC power armor.

"Two kilometers to the southwest."

He glanced at the distance shrouded in the night, picked up the half bottle of water from the ground, touched a few pieces of dried meat in his hands, and walked toward the southwest based on the data on the PDA.

Han Xin gritted her teeth and chased after him, followed by Fan Yong and Lang Aiping.

Where there are people, there is fighting, and where there is fighting, there is danger.

Tang Yan knew this very well, but he had to go because the more people there were, the more opportunities there were, and the system in his body could receive more emotional feedback, not to mention that he could exchange some food and medicine with the villagers. key supplies.

I walked forward with a flashlight and walked through a forest. Behind me was a factory that had been abandoned for many years. There were ruins everywhere and steel parts that were badly eroded by wind and rain. Only the words "Come to work happily and go home safely" on the wall of the office building. "The slogan is still relatively complete, telling the memory of the times.

Tang Yan walked around an area piled with iron cans. Because the radiation concentration displayed on the PDA increased significantly with the shortening of the distance, he could only choose another road and continue forward along the road from the direction of the billboard.

There was no chicken crowing or dog barking, nor the wind blowing willows, only the rustling of footsteps on the road.

Han Xin followed and handed him the jerky that he dug out from the pocket of the rookie of the legion.

He took a bite, and it was dry and hard, with an earthy smell of mud, but it was warm, not cold.

He glanced at her blood-stained face and said nothing.

Fan Yong and Lang Aiping also chased after them, maintaining a distance of less than 10 meters from them.

Although it was late spring, the temperature at night was still a little low, and Han Xin was shivering from the cold.

After walking another distance, Tang Yan suddenly stopped and listened for a moment, then turned on the off flashlight, and the light beam shot at the stones falling on the road.

The ugly face was imprinted into the pupils, and Han Xin let out a scream and retreated back.

Tang Yan was also taken aback by the group of things. He didn't expect to be ambushed, but after seeing the face of the ambusher, his eyes lit up, and the light of the flashlight couldn't be suppressed.

Even if all the hair falls out, the skin is bumpy and uneven in color, making the scalp look numb.But judging from the distribution of facial features and the outline of their faces, they are a group of dogs—mutated dogs.

(End of this chapter)