Apocalyptic game: I can add prefixes to everything

The southern part of the new city is the base of the Peipi Gang.

This is a giant doomsday survivor gathering place based on a residential community with a large shopping mall. There are more than 5000 permanent survivors inside, and they are decorated in a doomsday wasteland style.

Such as the wall where abandoned vehicles are piled up.

For example, sharpened wooden sticks are used to pierce the bodies of zombies and nail them near the wall to form a unique defensive trap.

For example, those who committed crimes in the gathering place were skinned and executed, and the piles of dead people were built high...

At this time, hundreds of wasteland tanks of various shapes were parked in the square inside the Peeling Gang base, many of which were equipped with large-caliber heavy firepower weapons, and there were even several intact tanks.

These weapons were seized by the Skinner Gang from the armory in this area.

For a time, the square was filled with smoke and dust, and the roar of engines could be heard one after another.

More than [-] members of the Skinner Gang were either shirtless or wearing strange clothes and weird makeup. They held their weapons high and kept cheering and jumping. They looked like a group of monkeys gathering in the jungle. The scene was quite spectacular. The chaos and noise.

In a corner filled with discarded car tires, dozens of players dressed differently from other doomsday survivors gathered together, finding it difficult to integrate into such a scene.

They are all players who chose to join the Skinning Gang camp, and there are about 50 of them.

The player Baboli is a 1.9-meter-tall strong man with flexing muscles. He is holding a mace obtained from the underground garage copy. At this time, he is sitting on an abandoned tire with great dignity, facing Feng Diao, who was beside him, said: "Just use this lineup of Peeling Gang and wipe out the mutual aid association in minutes."

"No."

Feng Diao is a slender young man, leaning on an abandoned tire, with his arms folded, his legs crossed, and a cigarette in his mouth.

He held the cigarette between two fingers, blew out a puff of thick smoke, and said with a disdainful smile: "The mutual aid associations are all trash. Those who chose the wrong camp are probably full of regrets now."

Hearing what the two said, other players also started chatting with each other, all with relaxed expressions.

Many people also turned on the live broadcast function in the chat channel to show the strength of their own forces to the enemy camp.

"Look, old guys, the tanks have been rolled out. People from the mutual aid association, just wash your necks and wait for death! Hahaha..."

"With so many people and so many guns, the mutual aid association will collapse in one push."

"It's a good thing that I followed Mr. Baboli. Otherwise, if I had chosen the Mutual Aid Association, I would have lost my life without even knowing it."

"If you don't shed tears until you see the coffin, just keep your mouth strong and you will beg for mercy later."

Ten minutes later, the mobilization meeting of the Skinner Gang finally ended, and the doomsday chariots in the square drove away from the open gate.

Several members of the Skinning Gang carrying firearms walked up to the players with arrogant steps, pointed their guns at the players present, and issued orders with arrogant expressions:

"You guys are divided into 5 groups, pick any chariot and set off."

"okay."

The burly Ba Baoli took the lead and stood up, stretched out his hand to Feng Diao beside him and invited: "Brother Feng, if you don't mind, would you like to join me?"

"Then please take care of me, brother."

Feng Diao also stood up, and then nodded to the players following him: "Follow me, there is a big boss leading the team, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

The players behind him stepped forward and flattered Babaoli in various ways.

The players quickly divided into 5 groups, each found a car and got on it.

The huge convoy of the Skinning Gang drove out from the base in a mighty manner. After leaving the base, they quickly divided into 5 teams at the fork in the road and drove in different directions.

……

In the center of the new city, the zombies on the streets have long been cleared away.

In the middle of a row of buildings facing the street, many obstacles have been piled up at the door. Dozens of players are busy moving more obstacles to strengthen the mutual aid association's stronghold.

Martensen walked with a squeaking sound carrying a scrapped car. When he approached, he suddenly lifted the scrapped car with both hands. With a loud shout, he threw the scrapped car several meters high and stacked it on another side with a bang. A wall with a height of three meters was formed above the car.

"Tsk tsk...Boss Ma, your strength is exaggerated even after I've seen it several times."

Another middle-aged male gamer, Ma Ali, who was resting on the hood of the car, said with emotion: "If you add more strength attributes, won't you be able to move mountains and reclaim seas in the future?"

Matonson smiled, shook his muscular arm and said, "Boss Ma, you are already running faster than a car. If you add your agility attribute, won't you be able to run faster than the speed of light in the future?"

Ma Ali on the hood slapped his thigh and laughed.

At this time, a girl player in yellow clothes walked out of the room, put her hands on her waist and said to the two people who were chatting: "You two, are you still in the mood to joke around here? The Skinner Gang is about to fight over there, they are hostile. People in the camp are acting arrogantly in the chat channel."

"Afraid of a bird."

Ma Ali waved the mace in his hand and said with disdain: "I've seen it before. Those people who joined the Skinning Gang are trash. If they dare to come, I will beat them to death with a stick."

"Don't forget that there are also troops from the Skinner Gang. I heard there are thousands of troops."

The girl in yellow looked worried.

"I can brag too."

Martenson looked nonchalant.

At this moment, the roar of a vehicle engine suddenly came from the end of the road, from far to near.

"I'm coming."

Ma Ali quickly jumped off the hood of the car, put away the mace in his hand, and replaced it with a sniper rifle - a weapon that was used after killing a skinning gang leader.

The players who were setting up obstacles outside also retreated back to the stronghold. Those with long-range attack capabilities took out their weapons and stood ready.

Soon, the convoy of the Skinner Gang drove into this street in a mighty manner. Some runners hiding in hiding places along the way were alerted and rushed towards the convoy.

But before they could get close, they were shot into a sieve by the fire net of bullets.

"Damn, these peeling gangs are really rich. They can use bullets at will. Most of them have a bullet manufacturing factory."

Ma Ali cursed and said something to Martenson next to him.

"Just kill them and steal from them."

Martenson took out a telescope and took a look.

"I see there seem to be a lot of players on the other side of the car..."

At this moment, the convoy stopped outside the shooting range, and a dozen players in the lead car were pointed with guns by members of the Skinning Gang, forcing them to launch a suicide attack towards the mutual aid association's stronghold.

This scene was seen by Ma Ali through the scope of the gun, and a cheerful smile appeared on his lips.

"Hey~ These idiots are being used as cannon fodder by the Skinned Gang. It's really nice to see them."

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