Chen Mo and Mengren drove to Diaocheng first.
After the last battle, half of Chen Mo's inventory was destroyed. Fortunately, after he stripped the mercenaries' equipment, his arms inventory was even better than before.
The machine gun didn't have the right type of bullets so he didn't bring it with him. Chen Mo packed two assault rifles, a spray gun, a sniper and some fragmentation grenades in the trunk, and drove all the way to Baishiling in twenty-six hours.
Baishi Ridge is not what it used to be.
It was already time for the mine to get off work, but not a single miner was seen on the road. The streets were filled with thugs wearing dust masks.
Chen Mo found a spot to park at the corner of the White Stone Tavern, and led the men to climb to the commanding heights of the miner's building, looking down at the militants.
The fierce man watched for a long time with a military telescope, and then said: "There are at least four armed groups. The group with dust masks are bandits raised by Hemond Military Industrial Group to do dirty work."
"Hymond? That joint venture arms factory?"
"Well, it's HM Military Industry. The other three groups don't know their origins. They should be armed groups that the boss has provoked before."
"What are they here for?"
"There are two powered exoskeletons in the basement of the tavern."
Chen Mo was stunned.
He knew that there was powered armor in the basement of the tavern, and he also knew that Lao Bai had snatched these two things from a certain military-industrial group when he first arrived on Rose Planet, but...
"Fucking hell, how dare you come to Tai Sui to stir up trouble? Are you afraid that the old man will go crazy and batch a dirty bomb and die together?"
"Uh..." Meng Ren hesitated: "The dirty bomb is gone."
"What?"
The dirty bomb must account for at least 80% of the credit for Lao Bai's ability to settle down in Baishi Ridge.
For the sake of dirty bombs, the Law Enforcement Agency has to give Lao Bai some slack.
The dirty bomb is gone, and Lao Bai's deterrence is gone.
"Where's the dirty bomb?!"
"In exchange for your life." The fierce man sighed.
Chen Mo suddenly realized.
Lao Bai probably made some kind of deal with Xu Tiegong to save his life.
There is no gratuitous help.
"Fuck!" Chen Mo felt a little regretful about the assassination for the first time: "Are these bastards here for the old man?"
"Yes, the boss couldn't leave Baishi, so he asked me to pick you up."
"Mengren, help me find out the specific distribution of these groups."
The fierce man was silent for a few seconds.
"Ok. What about you?"
"I'm going to kill a few blind ones first."
Without giving the fierce man time to react, Chen Mo jumped directly from the roof.
"Boom!"
It fell heavily to the ground, causing a burst of smoke and dust.
The loud noise attracted the attention of a group of people.
An armed man with a microflush in his hand came over cursing.
"Which fucking mine do you belong to? If you want to commit suicide, just wait another day. Today..."
"boom!"
Chen Mo raised his spray gun and shot the person coming.
The No. 10-caliber single-head bullet turned his head into a firework.
Pulling the micro punch from the corpse and holding it in front of him, Chen Mo started massacring several people nearby without any reason.
Suppress with a short gun and end the trolls.
Chen Mo did not avoid bullets and took less than twenty seconds to slaughter all six or seven people on the street corner.
The combat effectiveness of armed groups is much worse than that of mercenaries.
Most of the guns are small-caliber micro-ramps, they have no individual combat equipment, and their tactical literacy is also ridiculously poor.
More militants came to escape the sound of gunfire. Chen Mo picked up the dead man's micro-impact bullets and suppressed more than a dozen militants in one moment.
After a while, the fire suppression gradually stopped. The militants hid behind the bunker and fired African-style fire with their guns above their heads.
After randomly firing the bullets in the gun, the other party made no sound, and a few daring militants quietly approached.
Only then did he realize that there was no one behind the bunker except for a micro-charger that was set to a single shot and had its trigger entangled.
A grenade with a fuse cut off their retreat.
"Fuck! I've been fooled!"
"boom!!"
Chen Mo turned his back to the firelight coming from the building, put on the hood of his sweatshirt, and walked towards the White Stone Tavern without looking back.
When Lao Bai heard the gunfire, he had already prepared himself for it. Seeing that it was Chen Mo coming back, he opened the door with a smile.
"came back?"
Chen Mo jogged two steps and pushed Lao Bai back.
"A group of people are targeting you outside."
Lao Bai raised his eyebrows, raised the lever rifle in his hand, pointed it at the street, and shot a sneaky figure in the head with a bang.
"Waiting for them."
Chen Mo shook his head helplessly.
Throwing the gun back behind the bar, Chen Mo poured himself a glass of whiskey.
Suddenly, a pair of soft little hands hugged Chen Mo's waist from behind.
"You've lost weight." Zheng Qiuhong rubbed Chen Mo's back with his face: "You've lost a lot of weight."
Except there were no customers, everything was as usual at the White Rock Tavern. The macaw stood on Lao Bai's shoulder and preened its feathers, and everyone was playing around.
Chen Mo turned around.
"I thought you would forget me after not seeing me for so long."
"Of course not." Zheng Qiuhong pouted and pecked Chen Mo on the face: "Welcome home."
Chen Mo looked at the orderly crowd, sighed, and drank the whiskey in his glass.
"Old man, you can scold me a few times."
"Why are you scolding you?" Lao Bai held his pipe in his mouth and looked outside through the window: "There's another fucking new wave of people here."
"You wouldn't be able to hand over the dirty bomb if I weren't an asshole."
"I've paid it all, what nonsense." Lao Bai smiled and said: "When there were no dirty bombs in the past, didn't I kill everyone in Baishi Ridge?"
Chen Mo knew that this was just what Lao Bai said to comfort him. Lao Bai, who did not have a dirty bomb, had no bargaining chips with the Baishiling Provisional Law Enforcement Agency.
No one is afraid of a toothless tiger.
After a long silence, Chen Mo sat down on the bar chair.
"Old man, why don't we go to Cote. I made a lot of money, enough to buy property in Cote."
"Are you talking about Lao Ding's shares? His share has been confiscated by Cote City. The reason for the confiscation is that he hired a murderer to kill someone." Lao Bai was helpless: "The reasons used by these bastards are weird enough, but you just happened to There’s no way to argue with that.”
"..."
"Xiao Huang did have 200g of yi. He said that this thing should be divided equally, so he allocated your share. In addition, I also have a deposit of more than 2 million in the past few years... 3 million is enough to get one in Kote Not a bad place.”
"As long as it's not uptown, it's fine."
“Is the land price in uptown area very expensive?”
"...We can collect three million to buy two toilets in the upper city."
"Fuck! We've caught up with the mother planet." Lao Bai cursed and looked around at Baishi Tavern: "Hey, to be honest, I've been here for more than two years and I can't bear to leave this place."
Chen Mo lowered his head.
"But it's good to go to Kote. At least you don't have to face the smelly miners every day. Hehe, let's find a place with a lot of little girls..." Looking at Luna's murderous eyes, Lao Bai coughed twice: "Well, tell me something. Let’s get down to business, family members, come and have a small meeting.”
Everyone gathered around the bar, waiting for Lao Bai to speak.
"The tavern will definitely not be saved. Even if it is saved, it will be difficult for us to do business if someone comes to cause trouble every three days."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
"But we can't just let this place go, otherwise we, Lao Bai, will become a laughing stock in the future." Lao Bai took a puff from his pipe: "I plan to eat all these militants, and then take advantage of the situation." The departure of light.”
