The Impossible Sequel to Genshin Impact

However, at this moment, Ye Xingchen, Ye Ying and Li Chen secretly speculated that the unfortunate driver might have collapsed silently. At the same time, on the spacious apron of the Fourth Military Region, a soldier in military uniform suddenly burst into a heart-wrenching and desperate howl: "No! God, what happened? Why did the starship I was driving lose the crucial TM-98 machine gun so inexplicably? Not only that, even the three YG-83 assault rifles disappeared without a trace! Woo woo woo..." His miserable cry was particularly prominent and harsh in this extremely chaotic scene, like a sharp sword piercing people's hearts, making people around who heard the sound feel pity.

Looking at Lin Yue on the other side, her mind was not on these unexpected events at all. At this moment, she was happily immersed in the great joy of having just successfully obtained the TN-98 heavy machine gun. She was like bathing in the warm sunshine, exuding an indescribable excitement and satisfaction.

The soldier's heart-wrenching cry was like a sharp sword, ruthlessly piercing the air that was originally as calm as the surface of a lake. Its sharpness was like a piercing alarm that suddenly sounded, spreading rapidly in all directions at lightning speed, firmly attracting the attention of other soldiers around. Those soldiers were originally busy with their own affairs, but under the impact of this sudden cry, they all put down their work without exception and rushed towards the direction where the cry came from.

"What happened? Brother, don't just cry, tell us quickly!" An anxious soldier rushed forward and asked impatiently.

After a long while, the crying soldier managed to control his surging emotions. He sobbed and choked intermittently, "I... our starship's weapons... I don't know why they disappeared!"

As soon as the news came out, it was like a thunderbolt from the blue sky that struck everyone's head, leaving everyone present dumbfounded. In an instant, a suffocating silence spread, and everyone's face seemed to be covered by a heavy, thick cloud, so gloomy that water could drip out of it.

At this moment, the crowd, which had been quiet and orderly, suddenly exploded as if a heavy bomb had been dropped. From a corner of the crowd, a deafening shout came out without any warning: "How is this possible? There must be a traitor who sneaked into our team!" The voice was like a thunderbolt that split the sky, and the endless anger contained in it was like a blazing fire, and the deep doubts were like surging waves, which instantly ignited people's emotions.

Like a stone that stirs up a thousand waves, this roar spread quickly and caused a huge uproar in an instant. People were talking to each other, and the originally calm scene suddenly became lively. Some people stared with their eyes wide open, their faces full of disbelief; some people frowned, thinking about something; some even started pointing fingers and suspecting each other.

However, just as the enthusiasm was intensifying, another firm and powerful voice pierced through the noisy voices like a sword: "Impossible! We have all been strictly screened before entering the army. Everyone's background and loyalty have been carefully examined. There is absolutely no way there is a traitor!" This person's words were firm and unquestionable, and he seemed to want to use his confidence and authority to calm the storm.

However, the situation did not go as planned. Instead, this rebuttal added fuel to the fire, making the debate even more intense. For a time, all kinds of speculations and doubts emerged like a tide. Some people analyzed nervously: "Could it be that the enemy sneaked in during the chaos and stole the weapons without anyone noticing?" Others insisted with gritted teeth: "I think there must be a traitor among us, otherwise how can we explain these weapons disappearing out of thin air?" Some people even proposed a completely new point of view: "Maybe there was a big problem in the management link, which led to the poor storage of weapons and gave others an opportunity to take advantage of it."

The entire apron has now turned into a noisy vegetable market, with all kinds of sounds intertwined to form a chaotic symphony. People are arguing with each other, neither of them willing to give in, and no one can convince the other. The situation is gradually getting out of control, and the originally orderly scene has now fallen into a noisy chaos. At this moment, in sharp contrast, Ye Xingchen and his party are walking with Colonel Dickel on the road to custom-made military uniforms. The whole picture presents an incredible and weird atmosphere, as if it is a painting with deliberately distorted proportions, full of disharmony.

The first focus of attention was on the handsome Colonel Dickel, who was 1.9 meters tall. He was wearing a majestic military coat, the heavy material gleaming coldly in the sun, like an indestructible armor; on his head was a military cap inlaid with the colonel's military emblem, the bright military emblem was like the brightest star in the night sky, shining brightly, adding endless majesty to him. At this moment, Colonel Dickel was like an unshakable mountain, with calmness and strength in every step, and exuding a powerful aura that people dared not look directly at.

However, standing on Colonel Dickel's right hand was Lin Yue, who was smiling and laughing. This petite woman formed a strong contrast with the tall and mighty colonel beside her. Surprisingly, she was holding a TN-98 heavy machine gun that was two and a half meters long and weighed sixty kilograms when it was empty! This giant gun was simply a behemoth for ordinary people, but in Lin Yue's hands, it seemed to be as light as a feather. She held it firmly, without any sign of effort on her face, but instead revealed a relaxed demeanor, as if this heavy weapon was just an ordinary toy.

Looking at Lin Yue's right hand, Li Chen stood tall holding a YG-83 assault rifle. He was focused, his eyes were as sharp as a hawk, and he was always on high alert. The assault rifle was as smooth and natural in his hand as if it were an extended arm, and it was obvious that it had become one with him.

Finally, on Colonel Dickel's left were brother and sister Ye Xingchen and Ye Ying. They also held the YG-83 assault rifles tightly, followed the colonel's footsteps in unison. Sister Ye Xingchen had a stern face and firm eyes, and her long black hair fluttered in the wind, exuding a heroic temperament; brother Ye Ying was a little immature, but his hands holding the gun revealed a perseverance and courage far beyond his peers. In this way, this peculiar team slowly moved forward, forming an eye-catching landscape on the bustling streets.