"Ha-is this the end?"
Rebecca walked around the factory grounds, her fleshy thighs bouncing, looking for a gap where she could stand on the ground full of dead people.
She looked at the scene of dead bodies in front of her with a rather depressed expression, and the expression on her face seemed to be that she was still not satisfied.
"MD, this job is really not easy. My hands are almost numb." Mann stood beside him, rubbing his right arm unhappily.
The multiple rounds of grenade spray tonight had completely emptied the grenade reserves in the ammunition compartment of his arm.
Until now, Mann felt a vague numbness and burning sensation in the area where the grenade launcher was installed on his right arm.
In the era of popularization of prosthetics, even if the arm has been completely transformed into a mechanized structure, the central processor in the brain can still simulate nerve impulses and make your prosthetic limbs produce feelings similar to "tactile" and "pain".
In such a fierce battle, even Mann had emptied his grenade reserve for the first time. Even if he leaned close to his arm and smelled it, he could smell the unpleasant smell of gunpowder.
"That kid's performance tonight really shocked me. How many people did he kill with that samurai sword just now? Mann, do you know how many people there are?"
Pyrrha walked out of someone's hiding place, with her slender prosthetic hand wrapped around the back of her head and a cigarette hanging leisurely in her mouth.
"Who knows."
Mann impatiently hammered his right arm hard. This wave of force worked wonders and finally made the arm less uncomfortable.
Dorio stood next to Mann, looking at the young man who was killing the last enemy not far away, his eyes deep and silent.
After a long time, she turned around to look at her teammates. When she realized that one person was missing, she suddenly asked:
"Where's Sasha, where has she gone?"
"I don't know, didn't she come out with Lin Mo?" Mann frowned, and an unpleasant feeling arose in his heart, thinking of an outcome that was not good at all.
"Sasha, where are you now? Please answer me!" he immediately asked on the channel.
"I'm here!"
Everyone turned around and saw a slim figure walking out of a factory not far away. She was struggling to carry a woman on her back, and she was walking unsteadily in the direction of Mann and others.
"Can you come over and help me?" She forced a smile.
Dolio walked over in a few steps, picked up the unconscious woman behind her, and carried her on her shoulders. She looked at Sasha curiously and asked:
"You carried it all the way back from the basement like this?"
Sasha glanced at Lin Mo who was sheathing his sword in the distance with an unhappy look on his face, and nodded sadly.
"Are there many enemies down there?" Rebecca also came closer, raised her head and looked at Sasha, her bright prosthetic eyes widened slightly, and asked curiously.
"Not many, just one. He's quite difficult to deal with. He should be the leader of this group of scavengers." Sasha replied casually, his eyes still fixed on Lin Mo, who had finished taking the knife and was slowly walking over from a distance. .
"Eh~, is that right? How is that man's fighting ability compared to Mann?" Rebecca seemed very interested and asked several questions.
"No, actually I didn't help much. Mainly Lin Mo solved it by himself." Sasha shook his head and did not take the credit for himself.
She was about to continue speaking, but her expression changed and she rushed forward.
Everyone immediately looked up and saw that Lin Mo's steps were getting more and more chaotic, and his body was a little unstable, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.
Sasha quickly ran to his side to help him, so Lin Mo didn't fall down.
The rest of the people also came over. As a friend of the same hobby, Pyrrha rarely showed off her temper. Instead, she asked with a serious face:
"Hey, hey, boy, how many times did you use Sianwistan tonight!"
"No, I don't know, fifteen times, maybe twenty times?" Lin Mo said a little incoherently, feeling as if his head was dizzy and floating in the clouds.
As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions changed, and they looked at Lin Mo as if they were looking at a monster.
"...What a madman," Pyrrha sighed in disbelief.
Mann also walked over, holding Lin Mo's back with his broad and hard palms to prevent him from falling. He turned to Sasha and ordered:
"Sasha, connect to his personal terminal and see how his current physical condition is."
Even though his head was as dizzy as a patient with a bad cold, Lin Mo still maintained the last of his sobriety and quickly waved his hands and said resolutely:
"No, I'm fine. Just rest for a while. Don't connect to my personal terminal."
If he were an ordinary person, Lin Mo wouldn't have so many concerns about letting others use personal data cables to connect to his interactive interface, because ordinary people still need authorization to pry into his privacy.
But Sasha is a network hacker, and no one knows if she will have a [demon] that can pry into privacy.
Lin Mo was very happy that Mann and others cared about him and trusted them, but this did not mean that he could reveal all his secrets without any defense.
In the final analysis, this time I still showed off my courage. After using Sianwei Stan so many times in one night, it is no wonder that I am so overdrafted.
Facing Lin Mo with such a tough attitude, everyone had no choice but to let Mann support him. Everyone retreated to where Falco parked his car and let Lin Mo lie down in the car to rest for a while.
During this period, Beichuan Hao also walked down from the sniper point on a tall building not far away, and felt worried when he saw Lin Mo's body was overdrawn.
But after finding that his body was fine, he relaxed and stood aside waiting for Lin Mo to recover and wake up.
Although his head was as heavy as if it was stuffed with paste and he had a headache, Lin Mo still did not fall asleep, and his consciousness was on the border between awake and comatose.
Occasionally there would be blood from the nose, but Kitagawa Hiroshi who was waiting aside would wipe it clean with a tissue in time.
After lying like this for more than ten minutes, Lin Mo finally woke up and reluctantly walked out of the car.
Although my head still hurts terribly, at least I no longer feel like I fainted instantly.
Stepping out of the car, the slightly cold evening breeze blew in, and Lin Mo woke up a little.
He looked around, but did not see Mann or anyone else. Only Kitagawa Hao was always waiting by his side.
"Hey, little friend, wake up. This trip has been quite rough. You still have to pay attention to your body in the future."
Lin Mo turned around and saw Falco sitting in the driver's seat. He rolled down the window and looked at him with a smile on his face.
"Where are the others?" Lin Mo rubbed his head, still feeling a slight pain.
"Mr. Mann and the others have all turned back. I asked them to help scrape some useful things from the scavengers' stronghold, and by the way, investigate why this group of scavengers gathered so many people." Kitagawa Hiroshi explained.
Lin Mo leaned slightly on the vehicle, let out a sigh, and squinted his eyes again as if he was resting.
A scavenger gang that can gather nearly a hundred people would not believe it if there was no company behind it to provide assistance and support.
In this case, it is not surprising that after wiping out this group of scavengers, they would then search for some valuable items or information.
Anyway, not many NCPD would be willing to patrol this industrial area in the north of the city. They have enough time to patiently search for something valuable.
